trails of a lazy man: August 2004

Sunday, 29 August 2004

I Failed My History Test!

Last thurs after the test, we exchanged papers & did the marking. When I got back the papers...urgh...i failed by one mark! I was devastated. I stared blankly into space for a moment feeling sad and demoralised...all my effort last night wasted...sianz... Luckily, at the last minute b4 returning the papers, sth (or someone) at the back of my mind urged me to recount my scores. HeeeeeeeHA,! I din fail, in fact I passed by a mark! I was delighted and yet pissed. Someone obviously donno his/her maths. Wat is 35 minus 9? 24 or 26. Curse that stupid aussie freak, who ever that mother's son/daughter was I'm gonna curse him/her, i curse him/her to drown in a pool of kangoroo poo...make me worry for nothing.

Heehee...i can laugh out loud now. It feels really good to pass a test; it feels even better to top the class! And that’s wat happen to my FFDC test. HeeeeeeeeHA! 98%...it has been a long time since I scored more than 80... but I tink I shouldn’t be too happy too. I ought to do well for it, cos I’ve done all these before. I would nail myself up on a tree if I failed it...

I woke up tis morning feeling really tired and sore. It’s really puzzling to realise how kicking a soccer ball last evening for an hour or so could cause so much sore in me. During my NP days, We used play soccer on Sat frm 3 to 8pm, without any complain wat so ever the next day. I must be getting old...sigh... Wonder if I’ll haf enough energy to complete my assignment b4 the day ends. Still got laundry to do, clothes to iron and boots to polish...urgh... I hope I can forget about all these, jus laze around on my bed the whole day and do some daydreaming.

Wednesday, 25 August 2004

Somebody Pls Shoot Me!

I almost died frm the cold today...the compartment i worked in was flooded till i practically hafta swim to get myself around. Then the instructor purposely made us "swim" for awhile in the compartment to experience the "sinking ship"...wat duh.. IT WAS FREEZING! At the end of it, four to five of my frens hugged and cuddled around me, trying to keep me warm...heehee... I was so cold that i din stop shivering till i jumped into a warm shower 20 min later. HEEEEEEEEEELP!

mugging away for my history test tml in the library now...hope I'll make positive history.

Taurus Man

i copied this from somewhere... maybe it's the power of cold reading but i cant help but nod in agreement as i read thru. totally!

A quiet simple man who can do something unexpected to shock you. Taurus man mostly medium tall, strong with good health, good strong body. When he talks, he likes to turn his head to one side on one direction. His body will be quite straight, facial structure tend to be square shape more than other shape. His eyes sparkle with liveliness.

Even when he is in love, he is still a free wild bird. He is a sand in your palm, the more you want to hold it, it will slip out. If you stand and hold it still, it will stay that way. Don't set the rules and draw a line for him, he will not stay.

When you are with him, he will think only of you. But an hour later he could change his mind. He is very patient with other people, but very impatient with himself. His world always turning and it will not stop just because he loves you. If he up sets, he will show it right away. If something has gone wrong, he will blame his own carelessness instead of blaming other people.

He is sincere to his friends even to some friends he does not like. He likes to do odd things and surprise other people. He could be fully dress in a nice suit and jump in the pool. He could slap your back so hard just to make you turn around to see he has flowers in his hand. He never want to get too close with anyone for he thinks living in reality is living by yourself.

He does not care what people think when he behave weird. He could be walking bare feet and laughing at people who laugh at him and think they are so narrow minded. He does not likes to follow conformity, but always want to search for new ventures, new mystery. He will interest in a life of a millionaire as much as a life of an old man selling newspaper on a sidewalk vendor.

He like to search and analyze people and things. He will analyze his friends or his girl friend, and once the mystery is gone, he will search for new puzzle to solve. He can not easily understand thing, so he will gradually learning about you till he fills up all his questions.

He knows so many people, but he has a few friends. He looks for quality friends than quantity friends. He will be close with some friends shortly and move on. He always feel lonely even surround by many people. He could create his own little world, and sometimes no one would understand him. He looks only for future and he thinks he lives for the future. He may wonder how many people think like he does, but he does not want to be like the others.

A man with a conflict personality. He is a cool, understanding, able to work well, and very artistic. Taurus man could be an artist. He could shock you as much as he is able to clam you down when you up set. He is a free spirit who likes venture, but when he wants to be alone, do not touch him but to let him be. He won't disappear from the crowds too long, he will be back.

He will give you straight forward opinion or comments, but will never advice what he thinks you should do. He does not like people to tell him what he should do too. He thinks each individual dreams and thoughts should be very private. He will use his brain not his body strength, so he will let other guys compete. He has a certain satisfactory in life and hate to force himself in competition. He may seems careless, but actually he is a thinker and a stubborn one.

He sees anythings in details and not easily trusted people till he thinks he knows them well. You can just smile and he will think why and what are you smiling about, and if you are pretending. Once he trust you and accept you as a friend, no one can says other wise to change that for he will not listen to gossip. He will be honest and sincere to his friends.

He hates lies, so he will not tell you lies. If he finds it is necessary to lie, he will find other ways not to tell you or avoid telling you anything. If he really has to lie, you will never be able to tell that he is lying. He can really keep secrets, so you will hardly know that he is a lonely soul.

If you want this kind of guy, you have to be an interesting person. He has to be curious about you. Hell for him is "No Freedom", so if he marry you then you should know it is the biggest decision in his life. Always be interesting, then you could have him beside you.

Tuesday, 24 August 2004

Grumble & Lotsa Grumbles

I hate history! My weekends (14 & 15) were burnt for some history lessons on an island called Spectacle Island located some where in the Sydney Harbour. Wat was good?...prob jus the boat tour around the harbour. Wat was bad? EVERYTHING! The accommodation sux and I wont wan to mention the meals again. The worst was a 1 hr lunch break at the Wooloomooloo pier...yah guys, the Café de Wheels is still there. I din had my lunch there though, cos I was in my uniform. It wont look nice to b seen munching on a huge hotdog burger by the road side. I could haf and should haf da bao and eat some where else...I really hope I haf done that. But sadly I din. I chose to haf my lunch with e ang moh counterparts in a nearby restaurant. I ordered a pizza and waited. Burger came, not mine...nachos came, not mine still...steak came, not mine again...I kept waiting. I was simply too hungry to make any complain then. Almost fainted from the hunger. Anyway, that stupid pizza din come until we foot the bill...super pissed man...still I made no comment...wat can i do? I had no time to argue... Suck thumb, take the pizza and head back for the boat returning to the island. I was extremely demoralised for the rest of the day. Urgh…would haf tore and burnt down the place if I wasn’t part of RSN.

An extremely bad week followed. Was in an army camp in Canberra for the next 5 days for small arms firing. I din expect much from an army camp, but this place was beyond hope…it was simply atrocious! Horrendous food (there’s bug in my vegetable!), appalling accommodation (I cant imagine we’re given old, filthy & tattooed pillow and mattress with no cover!) & worst of all the heads (toilet) was a hundred metre away. Poor me hafta wake up feeling extremely cold in minus 4 degree morning, run a hundred metre to get my teeth brushed. Luckily, there’s such ingenious inventions called thermos, beanie and gloves. I was clever enough to haf spent over a hundred bucks on these stuffs to keep myself warm…but it’s still too cold for comfort...brr...

Hope tis week would b a better week. I’m not very optimistic about it however, cos it’s fire fighting and damage control training (again...-_-") for this week, starting today. Today, still okay...jus theory. From the past 2 experiences, it was fun but torturous as well. To make things worst, the water are at 14-16 degrees...sians... hope I wont end up with hypothermia.

Sigh...still gotta worry about the history test tis thurs...sigh...

The only encouraging thing is I’m one third thru the course! Hurray! Cant wait to go back home!

Sydney Opera House

Monday, 23 August 2004

WOO HOO - What A Ride!

Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive, well preserved body...but rather...

Skid in sideways, cigarette in one hand, favourite beverage in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming... ..."WOO HOO - what a ride!"

Monday, 9 August 2004

This Is Only The Beginning

Can someone tell me is this supposed to be a journal? But it doesn’t make me feel secured or personal at all. I felt as if I’m doing it for someone’s sake. Bingo! By sheer coincidence, I realized this was produced specially for all my piglets and puppies back in Singapore! I never like writing in my school’s days; I believe strongly I never will. But for their sake, I’ll hafta suck my thumb and put up with the agony and torment suffered during the process. I hope I can persist on and keep this going… however, in order to make my job more enjoyable, I’m gonna make use of every opportunity to express myself in my brilliant Singlish which I can never use on the Aussie. Note that this Fish has got a extra bone after ‘Y’, don get it wrong. Enjoy and have a shitty day!