Sunday, November 28, 2004

Weihnachts-Wunschliste | Verschwende deine Zeit...

Hallo ihr alle da draussen...today was a waste of time man. Sigh. No one ever is free and then when someone finally is, something urgent always has to crop up. What was supposed to be a gathering ended up as the 3 guys. BLOODY AGAIN! Please wake up your idea. Don't tell me about gatherings when no one, or only ween in fact had time to go for. I shall be generally distrustful of gatherings in the future because chances are it'll flop anyway. I really should have stayed home. The folks would've been happy and i wouldn't feel so pissed running all about doing this, that, this, that. When i wasted 6 hours. six.bloody.hours.

Point taken.

Anyway. Here's my wishlist for Christmas. Get it if you guys are paying attention!

1. Nightwish - Angels Fall First
2. Deuter Nanga 65+10 l capacity backpack.
3. Coldplay - A Rush of Blood to the Head
4. To see my friends.
5. Good books - namely, Begegnungen by Joachim Fett
6. Bowling shoes?
7. No more ingrown toenails.
8. A digital camera.
9. To be back from BATTLE KING safely...if not how to celebrate x'mas?!

Amen.

posted by quatscherei @ 20:01 0 comments

Saturday, November 27, 2004

Es ist gekommen! X-Factor Ace, Royal/Cherry/Lime

Hallo ihr alle da draussen...endlich ist es da...The X-Factor Ace! I think i'm going to be raving about this ball for quite awhile after this...because i've finally moved high-end!! Whooo! Haha. What's about high-end? It's about being flashy and playing the inside angle. About huge hooks which snap into the pockets and clear the racks. And of course, about burning holes in your wallets. I feel as though i've just been robbed. Sigh. haha.

Anyway, the Ace is Cherry, Lime, and Royal... which don't make for a very good colour combination...it's not a very pretty ball so i wonder what Storm is thinking. Colour combinations are becoming worse and worse these days...i thought Blue/Purple/whatever with Gold would be a classic. Like my Scout. Anyway. The Ace reeks of Wintergreen (read: root beer) and mine has a bright fluorescent yellow thumb and orange fingers. It's always a good combi because these colours show up well when your ball revs well...ooo yeah man...like Johnny's Phenom...everytime i see him bowl his ball it's like...woah man...the ideal bowler. He wasn't NJC's bowling capt for nothing, ye...

So i got the ball drilled at Victor's today...wanted to try it out there but then all the lanes were taken by some filipino company...bleah...so i hoofed it to Chevrons instead...where i hit the lanes. The Ace, being 11 ounces heavier than the Scout...means that i can't rev it very well...giving the ball overall low revs with medium speed (yes i cut my speed already!)

How? woah. the ball snaps. From board 20 to the outside and the inside move...it's explosive too...but i guess currently the ball's still new so you never know what happens huh? What's more...i don't know how bowling with root beer scents is going to affect you. I think the revs are something i'll gradually get used to...they're not all that bad and i got quite an okay average...

The Scout? Relegated lor. Cross pocket. 10-pin. difficult single-pin shots. Can't let go of a ball who's been of service that easily.

BATTLE KING awaits!

posted by quatscherei @ 22:38 0 comments

Thursday, November 25, 2004

EX Fireball | Unterschieden, die man nicht bemerken wollen

Hallo ihr alle da draussen...first things first. FATA Specialisation phase has ended! Tomorrow i shall return to School of Arty - a move i'm not so looking forward to. Bloody hate the place. Why? I'll tell you in a bit.

Anyway, just finished EX FIREBALL this morning. So geht's:

EX FIREBALL: The key now is similiar to EAGLE. Deployments around Singapore but now with your AN/TPQ-36 radar.

It wasn't easy la. FIREBALL was however slightly better than EAGLE perhaps because the officers on the Dark Side (tekan monsters) weren't conducting/supervising...2LT Mark Kay (sounds like this DJ. Imagine...DJ Mark K. in the house!!! Na also.) probably believed in talking to us more, giving us sufficient rest in between Action Front and Cease-Fire and well gave us time to work things out! But we only stopped at 0330 to rest...so are we now still dead, dead tired...tonight's sleep will be sugar sweet, friends. haha...

Anyway. Tomorrow we're going back to the School and are supposed to have this BOC/FDC lesson. A lesson which, again, i hardly see the point of. Maybe it IS important because ultimately we FATA pump the information to the BOC and FDC for further processing and filtering to the gun batteries. Still, the instructors in 24 told us that integration week is basically another week where you will feel alienated and strange to whatever is all around. And the worst part? Going back to the tyrants whom i shall name as Foxtrots Hotel and Juliet. Codenames, of course, you can guess what they stand for and if you're right maybe you ought to tell me so i can code them better.

We had a standby universe on monday, just when we absolutely needed to cram for 2 papers on Tuesday. Definitions first:

Standby Universe: A process where everything is subject to inspection. Bunk, area, rifle, field pack, you name it, we got it for you. Of course, don't expect to pass. Just expect some trouble.

Moving on, the standby finished only at bloody 2200 because of inspections where people went straight in and singled out areas we never cleaned before...and it happened course-level too so you can't accuse us of not standardising...so we didn't study lor. I think i'll fail BT because i missed so much of it and got so pissed...hope though that i'll scrape my TA examination. Heard that we did overall quite well for the practical so it's only the theory...

So why did we get this standby? For Course Integrity bloody again! I wonder if this is just another excuse to pour on the shit on the hapless cadets. Bloody fucking monsters.

Bleah. No mood to talk more man.

posted by quatscherei @ 19:48 0 comments

Sunday, November 21, 2004

Gewitter | Perfekte Harmonie | Über das Lesen | Zwischen Freiheit und Arbeit...

Hallo ihr alle da draussen...so finally it's the weekend again...freedom again...But...doesn't freedom seem really shitty sometimes? I went out with the guys today and felt really shitty. I don't know why also but i didn't really want to see them this week at all. Maybe that's why i decided to hit the lanes alone in bloody far Plaza Bowl...I guess i finally felt the need for some quiet...and what's more, bowling alone can be quite interesting too. Not to say that i'd rather not bowl with you boys, but sometimes some quiet is really helpful. Broke my record yesterday. 189 game with an average of 153. Ich hab's geschafft! So maybe one day after CRESCENDO i'll bring my friends and let's all go to Victor's and drill my X-Factor Ace, and you guys your own balls. Toys for the boys...haha...Tools for fools. Bleah. playing with names like that again. Haha...Soon i'll add another ball to my arsenal already...like Johnny has 4 balls...whoa...four balls. I only need 2. Though the Scout needs reconditioning. I can't polish it to a shine anymore. And i hate the way it looks dulled. bleah.

But i still met up with the guys in the end, played pool (why do i do things willingly to shame myself?), had a good dinner...we had italian! Really gave me this sense of nostalgia when me and the lepers were transported back into Venezia, Italia, and were sitting in this restaurant eating pizza. Remembering the Piazza San Marco, the bridge over the Canale Grande, all die Glockentürme, die wir besuchten und davon ein verträumtes Blick von Venedig kriegten... Sigh suddenly i wanna go back to Venice. With anyone. The LEPers made it a really very memorable experience, not just because of the beautiful scenery, but also because i learnt some very important lessons during that trip.

But now i've got no freedom as well...had the TPQ-36 deployment drill on Friday. From 1000 to 2200 we ran around pulling cables setting up radars and pulling camouflage nets which stank over the vehicles. Saw airborne troopers in the skies above us. Knocked it down countless times. Ran around the deployment ground, M16s over our heads because some magazines got stolen. Cursed and swore at the cables when they refused to fit. I doubt my ability to fix cables. They never seem to fit! *sigh* But we finished early enough to book out at 2345. The guards were already preparing to lock the gates...heng ah...haha...

There's a storm brewing in the skies above now...just now it gusted really heavily...It's perfect weather either for sleeping or for listening to Creed, Rammstein or Within Temptation. There's something about the music, especially Within Temptation, if you listen to Mother Earth, lyrics which bring you closer to nature. Of course, it's also perfect weather for reading...and basically doing things which nourish the brains but nothing else. haha...

Did i mention that i went book-hunting too yesterday with the guys? Kelvin actually classifies Kinokuniya as a Target-Rich Zone...a place where there are lotsa hot babes and also the chance for you to act educated. Bleah. Es ist nicht wichtig, belesen auszusehen. Du bist schon zu hochgenial, Brother. Haha...he's scary! Check out the tone of his SMS-es. =X Reading books and going for book-hunting is something like a small lottery of sorts. Sometimes you come across really good books which you should get immediately...i got Tagebuch by Anne Frank...the girl whose diaries became the symbol of a race persecuted by the Aryans of 1940. This one is in German though and because it's a classic...i think i should enjoy it and learn about the horrors of war, persecution, the Holocaust. The horros are for us to see and not to repeat...Also got Captain Corelli's Mandolin by Louis de Bernières... Take my time reading them in camp man...Reading's a really healthy thing. It's enriched me as well as taken my mind of so many things. Nichts als Gespenster by Judith Hermann was a bit...sad and a bit complex because it had to do with something as multifaceted as love. To betray a closest friend for a passion which you don't even know exists. To allow your spouse to flirt and kiss other men/women so that you discover something new about him/her each day - keeping your love alive. To discover yourself falling in love with someone even though your lover is by your side. Regarding parents and meeting them in a foreign place - a feeling i couldn't exactly place yet identified with. And so much more. A lot i can't put in words. Maybe some parts even i don't understand. Never took Lit, remember? I read more for face value and not really give much thought into what happens...i'm a feeler! Not an empiricist and not much of a calculative thinker too. Books are meant to be enjoyed. Some which ask to be taken apart deserve to be taken apart too. But most of what happens should be read, absorbed, and the resonance which stirs within is what the book aims to achieve.

I've been promoting Within Temptation to my friends. They haven't heard Mother Earth, Running Up That Hill, Ice Queen, et cetera, maybe they'll find it too heavy and hard for them, even if the lyrics are marvellous. Sent them In Perfect Harmony instead. What's the song like? It's a story. The music? Imagine yourself in a magical forest. A pond which sparkles as the sunlight kisses its still surface. A magical clearing illuminated by the golden rays of the Sun. And by popular demand, here is the story!

Within Temptation - In Perfect Harmony

In a world so far away
At the end of a closing day
A little child was born and raised
Deep in the forest on a hidden place
Mother never saw his face

Ancient spirits of the forest
Made him king of elves and trees
He was the only human being
Who lived in harmony
In perfect harmony

The woods protected, fulfilled his needs
Fruit by birds, honey by bees
He found shelter under trees
He grew up in their company
They became his family

Ancient spirits of the forest
Made him king of elves and trees
He was the only human being
Who lived in harmony
In perfect harmony

Ancient spirits of the forest
Made him king of elves and trees
He was the only human being
Who lived in harmony
In perfect harmony

A thousand seasons
They passed him by
So many times, have said goodbye
And when the spirits called
out his name
to join forever, forever to stay
a forest spirit he became

Ancient spirits of the forest
Made him king of elves and trees
He was the only human being
Who lived in harmony
In perfect harmony

Ancient spirits of the forest
Made him king of elves and trees
He was the only human being
Who lived in harmony
In perfect harmony

posted by quatscherei @ 14:50 0 comments

Monday, November 15, 2004

Die Lautstärkern | Super-Wochenende | Integrität

Hallo ihr alle da draussend, finally i'm writing you at the end of a wonderful long long weekend...Got so much done even if the folks weren't home. Haha...went bowling again on Sat with the boys...wow...140 average liao...it's on the rise ladies and gentlemen so watch it man...ahaha...When i get back from Thailand, it's X-Factor Ace time man...no joke...hope the colours don't look too gross. They looked gross on the Storm website... urgh, right? Cherry/Royal/Lime and i heard it smells like chewing tobacco...yuck, but i think it's a good ball...so far its had a lot of good press and i'm looking forward to bowling johnny-style...which is deep angle...with a vicious snap into the pocket, that is. Pray man. pray that i can control my ball. My Scout has like tons of revs lor... Look on the lanes at Victor's. Wah. Violent man. hahaha...

Finally went pubbing with the boys too. Talked about the future, talked about life, talked about women and our lives...It's good but not enuff people to pub with la...3...i know we ARE the prodigies but prodigies cannot be anti-social...its already the 21st century, GUYS! Ok...haha...

Then I got my speakers yesterday too...Just installed them and they're UP!!! Woah. No joke, man. Playing Für Alle by Laith Al-Deen was damn up la...turned my room into a room of sound and light...Because sunlight was streaming in the window after the rain...Wah never got that effect in my room for so long le because it's like normally some DJ will come in after an absolutely marvellous song and spoil it all. grrr. But late nights i like DJs because they keep you company while the world stirs in slumber...

So contradictory huh?

The last entry is about something which pisses me off, the so-called 'course identity.' I thought course identity meant that we did things together, went through the good and the bad together, and become brothers-in-arms. Sounds pretty much like bollocks now because...the dark side of human nature has begun to rear its ugly, ugly head. So much for integrity, when the good times come it's just me-me-me and when the tough times hit everyone's looking suddenly for a brother. Nonsense. What the officers say about FAOCC is total bollocks because i don't believe we are a course anymore. Administratively, yes, 43rd FAOCC. In spirit, i doubt it seriously. My syndicate would still rather be called FATA X-Ray than FATA Syndicate 1. What a dumb name, IMHO...there's absolutely no identification with the course at all. But i guess then again, it shouldn't be so surprising. We already know we're in the 24th Battalion, Singapore Artillery. The others are still under the proud banner of the School.

Even instructors sometimes don't acknowledge our prescence. Always when all of us are called to a "course-level brief" where only FA and Liaison cadets are addressed. Have you ever spared a thought for the 9 of us? We are a vastly outnumbered minority. But if we're not needed please tell us. Acknowledge our prescence instead of thinking we were invisible.

Bleargh. Will nichts mehr davon reden...

posted by quatscherei @ 17:25 0 comments

Thursday, November 11, 2004

Für Emelyne...

Hey eme mei...this is specially for you, so i hope you read this...

I've also doubted myself at so many points of my life. People have done many things which could've put me down or destroyed all my worth. There have been times where people have done things which have really made me question if i was worthy of becoming an officer if i was really that screwed-up. There have been times where i myself didn't believe myself capable of being where i am today because of what i have perceived to have done. I have been unkind. I have hurt people before. I have questioned my own abilities, seeing how other people are doing so absolutely well and me so pathetically.

What kept me going on, living for the next day, living for the day when i can stand on the parade square? Motivation. Seeing the proud faces of my parents. Seeing my friends there for me. Seeing you. So many things to look forward to, and it's not things like privileges as an officer...such things i should probably look forward to later, but as for now its just something as formless as pride, honour, glory. There's also this little part of me which wants to see myself standing there...proving to myself that no matter how tough it was, i just gritted my teeth and carried on...

Perhaps that's what you're fighting for too, and i respect that. Remember the time when you told me you were going to air rifle and i told you what i really felt, that you would achieve so much and go so far? Guess what, you really went that far and so much more and kor is so so proud of you...Maybe you don't see it yourself because you're just so disappointed and so disenchanted with yourself.

But maybe you're right that you need a break from all this. I for one think it's wise - you really need a rest. Everyone wants to beat themselves at whatever they do. Trust me. I'm not a competitive bowler and i'm trying to beat myself every time i hit the lanes. Next month i'm going to drill a high-performance ball and play it...so me, too wants to improve and do better and move up the grade. But how the ball will work is still beyond me. It's a risk. But everyone takes risks, you included. Why didn't you opt out? Because you wanted to give it one final shot. You took the risk. And you deserve credit for that. I'll give you credit that you hung on despite all the flak you took, for believing in yourself.

You said it yourself that you've achieved so much that you'd never thought possible...I've come a long way too. Always believed that i'd never be able to lead men and here i am in OCS. Always believed that i'd never be good at sports but proved to myself that there's some parts which i can actually perform at. Never thought i'd break 9 minutes for SOC and 10 minutes for 2.4, but i did. Small achievements, but achievements nevertheless. You're way beyond me in that you've gone all the way up there.

But your dream is not dead. The dream is never over because once your dreams die, you as a person has died too. Scary? But to have lost your ideals for life - that is scary in itself and it should never, ever happen to anyone. Look up - you're young and there's a life ahead of you...you have your friends and family. you have your boyfriend. you have your kor! Dreaming isn't just about winning. Dreaming isn't just about proving something to yourself. Dreaming is about a life which you would want to live forever in, which is in itself something so much more than winning or proving to yourself that you can actually surpass your limits.

You did your best. So don't look back with regret. As i always say, it's not about what you could have done then, but what do you do now? Look ahead! I don't regret every step i've taken because i learn from them and then forget them. Every sunrise is a new day and a new beginning and for me one day closer to book out, so you should treat every day with new optimism and new zest! Don't mull over what's in the past because you can't change it anymore, okay?

Tell me about it some day. I'd love to help. Take care.

posted by quatscherei @ 19:28 0 comments

Tod eines Führers

Heard that Arafat passed away officially this morning. After a week of debate. So now he has finally known peace. What will the future hold? I don't know. But what i do know is that he was a good leader. He believed in his cause, yet was willing to see different ways of achieving things. Terrorism, in Israel, became synonymous with him because of what he did. He accomplished great things. Great, but terrible deeds. May he rest in peace.

posted by quatscherei @ 17:16 0 comments

Sunday, November 07, 2004

Wunderschönes Wetter § Mehr Musik! § Größe Pläne § Bin ich vernachlässigt, oder vernachlässige ich sie? § AUCH: Wunschliste!

Hallo ihr alle da draussen, finally we have over here a great weekend with absolutely beautiful weather. Azure blue skies with white wisps and also the Sun blessing us in all her glory. Compared to the thunderstorms and dark clouds we've been seeing over the past few days which have plagued EAGLE and ordinary training, unter anderem. So finally i wore something which resembled beach wear to the alley. Finally as in...i haven't done something like that in bloody ages, ahaha...yeah and also visited an alley which i haven't been to since like last December...Plaza Bowl at the Textile Centre. It's this really old alley but the mood is there and the lanes are great to play on...my Scout works wonders on those conditions...ahaha...more and more incentive to get another ball soon.

I'm becoming very poor but yet i'm considering buying a set of speakers next weekend when i book out, because the Hi-Fi in my room is really gone and i was thinking of switching to my Discman as a media center...you know, buy a set of really good speakers and then plug my Discman into them to play music...sure beats using the headphones at home and then when you want to go out, just insert a battery, grab your headphones and los geht's...more useful than a Hi-Fi i guess because now we got mobility...

I think i'm listening to too much music...Got Stronger by Kate Ryan...her newest album which reached our shores about 4 months after Europe...what to say? There still are tracks which aren't very good listening but her music has matured...it's not all dance-techno anymore...and there are some which, although very dancey, make for good listening too! In case you don't know, i'm not a techno freak because i don't listen to techno purely. I don't have any dance/techno CDs in my collection although the collection is very very wide indeed...Save up lor! Planning to get Within Temptation's new album, Wir Sind Helden and maybe also Rosenstolz...at the rate things are going i think i will need a CD tray soon here at my house. hahaha...sounds so crazy but it's true...wonder how i'm gonna carry them into Germany when i go to study. *sigh*...

Also in some kinda conflict now if i'm actually neglecting someone's feelings or if i am neglected. It's really confusing, because i've been trying to ask her out for many weekends liao..and just so that it's clear, i'm not attracted to her in anyway so yeah here goes...so she's been really busy and she finally agreed to meet me last night. Then yesterday morning she messaged me saying she had to meet this friend from 1600-2000....so would i be free for supper? I said 'yea well i should be' and so it was settled...Then K comes and tells me that she thought i was kinda pissed...actually i wasn't yet you know. I thought...wah...she's quite sensitive to how i feel huh...but maybe a bit over-sensitive. I can't blame her. Long have i complained about people making then breaking dates. Later around 2020, when i was with horz at Orchard MRT wondering what to do she messaged me to tell me that she wouldn't be able to make it. I didn't know then whether to feel pissed or not. Thing is that i didn't. Amazing, given how i've been going on about anger management and all that huh? I was pretty cool about it and even saw going home early as a plus point. Really, it is...wanted to listen to Kate Ryan anyway. So i thought about it, made a mental note to myself and enjoyed a night at home.

This morning i messaged her. That i wouldn't be trying to ask her out anymore because she wouldn't be free, that she couldn't treat her friends for granted like that anymore, that she was becoming too busy that she had to make so many sacrifices. She messaged back saying that perhaps she needed more understanding friends. Woah, kena stun. I really didn't know how to react after that.

And if you ever read this, this is for you. You know who you are and i'm really sorry that things came to that...it's not that i don't try to understand you. I'll admit that i can be quite impatient at times but i myself cannot comprehend why you simply have to be just so busy at times! That you can give up meeting your friends to talk, to catch up; maybe it IS awkward for you, maybe you'll think that we won't have things to say; maybe your idea of fun is a large group of people but my idea differs too. I find more quality time talking to one person than to many because you know what happens when many people meet up. We just split up into Army group and the girls and then...nothing much happens. And so many people would rather see their books than see their friends. Maybe that's the pros of coming from a good JC going into university. Mugging slowly dominates your entire life and being and existence. Maybe that's why NS is good. It taught me to enjoy the finer things in life. You don't have to run around all day to be happy and satisfied! Sitting around at home reading or listening to music or sleeping it off or just eating with your parents can be equally satisfying. Learnt not to neglect your friends because ultimately they're part of you too and the worst part is that you can see how you grow closer to your Army buddies but all your friends in university drift slowly slowly away and you can't do anything about it. Others don't feel it because they are right smack in the middle of it.

Ultimately, welcome to the real world, i suppose. Welcome to the adult world, which university is supposed to be the gateway to. Right now i can see all of us just buried in work, working for money, status, job positions, and everything material. They are right when they say that the working world is absolutely soulless. For those who agreed to meet up, Nicole, Kah Yee, Ween and friends who went to meet us that afternoon, i thank you. For you, Gladys mei, Tar, and others who have to study, have other commitments and have to sacrifice, i'm sorry. Sorry for all this and sorry for you too.

Wishlist!

1. Speakers
2. Digital Camera!
3. X-Factor Ace
4. Within Temptation's The Silent Force
5. Commissioning!
6. Survive BATTLE KING in one piece

posted by quatscherei @ 14:20 0 comments

Saturday, November 06, 2004

EAGLE : Luftballons, die Kindheit, was mich Ärger macht...

Hallo ihr alle da draussen...Endlich ist es wieder FREITAG...und dafür bin ich dankbar. Why thankful? Because it's Friday again and the fact that another week has passed without any of us coming to harm. Because we survived EAGLE and lived to tell the tale. Because i'm finally sitting home and dry. So many reasons. Still. Be thankful.

So here's EAGLE.

EX EAGLE: You will deploy your FAMS section around various areas in Singapore, which will include certain scenarios and then you will go for live meteorological sounding at Tuas after midnight.

EAGLE had its beautiful moments and yet all those very very ugly ones too. Deployment was okay except that wherever we went on deployment another unit would be occupying the same ground as us (Guards, 2 PDF, 9 Div Arty, etc etc...) and we deployed in the middle of their area, played according to their rules...drove through one of their minefields and got royally fucked by Kevin...urgh...and chose all the shitty grounds for the boys to deploy in.

Amn't i an asshole? Not really and i hope not. It was difficult enough making a huge circle around Simpang and i was running out of time to meet the convoy (which was bloody late may i add.) And then after deployment we had lunch which was supposedly until 1330 until surprise, surprise, we had to cease-fire everything in 5 mikes, pack our bags and go! Apparently there was this incoming air raid which we had to escape...so run away lor...

There were also ugly parts. Really ugly parts. Remember Amoy Quee? I will in the future. Got fucked for not doing well in deployment and Kevin said i was a disgrace to my friends, a disgrace to the instructors, and a disgrace to my fucking self. It really set me off and i was really tempted to unsheath my bayonet and hurl it at him amid a shower of vulgarity. How i controlled myself is still quite beyond me...Too bad, but if you ever mention that i am a disgrace without any reason and especially if you make fun of my rank and what i've been through, i will really blow up in your face. If you don't believe it you are welcome to try and i guarantee that you won't like it. Really.

Moving on. We finally got to Tuas after midnight...discovering to our disgust that the GPS antenna was down, so we couldn't sound in the end...But we did get to release balloons...And this was the part when it really became like a fairytale. Imagine a hard day of work. You're tired, sweaty, wet, muddy and very very demoralised. Then you go to this open plain, unload a couple of helium tanks and of course some huge balloons...then you blow them up and release them into the clear night sky above you! Sounds like a perfect getaway? It is...

I don't know, but everyone was really happy when we got to play with the giant balloons. The song by Nena, 99 Luftballons, began playing in my head again and again...I don't know. Maybe it was when Forest and i wrote 'Fiona' and 'Jeanette' respectively on the balloon or when we held the balloon waiting for someone to burst it when it got fun. Or maybe it's playing with the helium, letting all our voices go really squeaky and then breathing it til our poor poor lungs hurt. I do believe we'll do it again during BATTLE KING.

Or it was really the little child within us which brought out all our bubbling mirth. I think it's right that all of us deep down still have the little child aspect...One which loves fun but is yet alarmingly afraid of balloons bursting in your face (me! me!) and it was that collective thing which brought us together, shared another magical moment. Pity i didn't take fotos for it but then i'm buying my camera with Kah Yee at the end of the year. With luck, by then i can drill my X-Factor Ace already. Heard its a bloody good ball.

Okay i'll tell you more when i do...bis bald!

posted by quatscherei @ 01:55 0 comments