Monday, November 28, 2005

The Failure

I’m back. I failed. I fucked up. That means…

I will not be buying an iPod.
I will not be driving in THUNDER WARRIOR.
I will be poor.
I will be waiting until fucking MARCH 2006!

What they say about losing confidence is so true. I just feel empty now. Fuck the world man. Find me when I’m not on antidepressants.

And although i know that all of you mean well (and i appreciate it,) but i don't respond well to words of encouragement. I would probably tell you to forget it, followed by many moments of uncomfortable silence. For me, motivation comes from within - i wasn't brought up with much encouragement. Whenever i didn't do well, i was caned and dressed-down - but where did the encouragement come from? Myself. I wanted to do well. I wanted to push myself. I'm not used to encouragement, especially after failure. The only outside encouragement i can probably use is only applicable outfield. Best exemplified during deployment drill.

What fucked up?! WHAT?!

One way or another, i cannot fail anymore. Fail again and my license will be German. Drivers over there are way better drivers than in Singapore, anyway. So what if the test is stringent? Pass and you'll see all the fuckers on the roads without lane discipline, tailgating, skipping red lights. If i make it this time, i swear to you that after i come back from Germany, i will not be like one of those fucked-up retards who think they own the road. I still feel i drive better than them. And it's all because of stuff like checking your blind spot which did me in.

OH MY FUCKING GOODNESS.

What have i done?!

kah yee, do me a favour...forget all the supper breaks...forget getting an iPod...forget it all. I'm so, so sorry to have let you down. Mahjong is still on though. Come and find me again if i pass this time.

Sunday, November 27, 2005

Von Alpha an bis zum Omega

There's no welcome look in your eyes when I reach for you 
And girl you're starting to criticize little things I do 
Ooh, it makes me just feel like crying (baby)
'Cause baby something beautiful's dying…

-You’ve Lost that Lovin’ Feeling

Something beautiful happened 5 years ago.

Alpha.

Boy meets girl. Boy secretly falls for girl. Girl falls for boy. None speaks up. Both confess some time later. Both agree not to go that way due to various factors. Both become close friends despite the age difference. Both thought they knew each other, but they barely ever did. Both see each other about twice a year. Boy is constantly worried that he’ll lose girl. Boy has lost temper on numerous occasions, frustrated at the way things are going. Girl grits her teeth and takes it. Boy feels like an animal later and apologises, but can’t shake the feeling that she’s going. Even up to now.

What do I do? She treats me like I was made of glass. I shouldn’t blame her and I’m not gonna…perhaps I should blame myself? Blame the circumstances which we find ourselves in? Blame the fact that we’re in two wholly different Universes? Blame the fact that I cuss, smoke, drink and she’s only sixteen, fresh from school and all the dreams of youth? Blame the fact that I’ve failed to live up to all her expectations? Blame Destiny for throwing us such a wicked twist of fate?

Or should I blame the feelings I hide inside me? It’s not that I am still going to want to make her mine, but to blame the very first time I fell for her. Is that why I am still hanging on a prayer, hoping for miracles to occur?

If only I could, I’d be her shield, her advisor, her best friend, her brother, someone who’d be there. How many times I said it – and how many times it fell through? Time and time again. Because none of us could spare the time. Ultimately, I felt that I should just give her her space.

But she’s slipping away again. Why? Why?

A shout, raised to the heavens, was met by silence. Only the glimmering of the stars could ever be a sign.

But just as every chapter has its beginning, so it must end…

Omega?

Ich hasse es!

What a week.

I am wasted from having minimal sleep over the past 5 days. Let’s see…7 on Monday night (after a totally boring day which saw some equipment destroyed and one very pissed-off joey,) enough on Tuesday and Wednesday, and barely 3 hours each on Thursday and Friday…I am totally wasted. Feel like sleeping the weekend away, then going for my driving test on Monday.

This previous Monday was horrijiber + terrijiber, as people with almost-perfect Singlish will tell you. The first action front didn’t even go to completion because the grounds at Simpang became waterlogged, muddy and soft after a few nights of rain, making a tonner sink, not to mention the trailers. Babycakes (a more faggoty name for rynie) accidentally guided the DGU tonner into a sinkhole, which resulted in it becoming stuck fast for a few hours. I can’t really describe it, but for those of you who’ve been to BATTLEKING ’05, you should naturally understand.

Some ah nehs from the recovery team showed up and attempted to recover the vehicle, but the guy who insisted that it could be towed out must’ve been drunk on toddy. Geez, I wonder what he was thinking. I mean, from the way it was stuck, there was almost no fucking way he was going to tow it out. I was already waiting for the wrecker from 6 DSMB to lift it out. Jeez. Why do they call it a recovery team, anyway? They only helped to ruin the wheel axle on the trailer. Stupid maggots. And this staff sergeant asked mel

‘Sir, you just commissioned ah? Like this also donno!’

Aye, neh, you must’ve been fucking drunk. And even after joey expressly told us not to let him try to pull it out. Jeez. What a retard. And daring to ask us like that. I mean, like, who the fuck are you?!

Thursday was shipment day…a day I’d rather not talk about. Imagine getting up at 0320 and then going down to the garage to prepare the systems for movement to the port. We eventually reached the port just before sunrise, and I was told rather confidently that it’d be all over by noon.

How wrong. We ended at 3 a.m. the next morning.

I was so pissed off…apparently the skipper of the ship fucked up the shipment…which resulted in delays. Also was disappointed by the misbehaviour of a certain someone whom I shall not name…and whose exploits I shall not detail here.

So, as you can see, I have had a totally wasted week. I slept today off. The rainy weather has been really helpful, I suppose. I love cold days. Especially when I’m indoors. It’s just ultimate Sleep-O weather. Don’t you agree?

Unfortunately, this week has been a week of great reflection too. My bunk level has been virtually empty this week – everyone’s been on off/leave/exercise. And it led me to question myself why I was still in camp, why I went for the shipment – surely there must be a limit to it all? I mean, the words which meant so much after I commissioned – pride, commitment, duty, obligation – now they’re really just words. People around me aren’t showing them at all anymore, and it’s eating away at my beliefs. It’s true – who said that a strong mind was all you needed? You’d need an almost iron will to prevent that from ever happening.

What kept me from just disappearing to bunk all day? What kept me at the office? Because I wanted to prove to others that ORD mood doesn’t necessarily fuck you up. And because even if I didn’t feel a particular sense of duty to some people (like the S4, who didn’t show up even as our shipment dragged after office hours, that maggot) but we sure had duty to our friends, our understudies. Keith is really a good officer, and it was good working with him. One of the reasons why I went was to teach him the ropes of it all, as well as help him to de-conflict the movement portion (which was a killer, I must admit…) but it also showed how fucked-up some others were.

People like you. Perhaps you shouldn’t be wearing that black bar on your shoulder. It’s not good for the officer corps, and it’s not good for you if you feel that it confers some form of invulnerability on you.

Saturday, November 19, 2005

Zwischen Traum und Realität

Sometimes, I would rather be living in Strana Mechty (Russian: Land of Dreams) then be faced with the drudgery of weekends at home.

In a more specific order of preference: I’d rather be…

  1. Out with her

  2. Meeting my mei, who I haven’t seen since June

  3. Out with the dudes

  4. Shopping by my lonesome

  5. Lost in a book at some comfy coffee place

  6. Lost in a book at home

  7. Sleeping it off

  8. Playing Grand Theft Auto

  9. Surfing aimlessly / going into screen-saver mode

Unfortunately, today was limited to the last 4 items on my list. Sigh. I find that I’m really very different at home. I’m restless, sleepy, unmotivated, and while not a jackass, but someone who’d rather stay detached from everything. I guess the fact that my mom nags a lot doesn’t help. I guess I’m getting along better with poppa because he doesn’t nag so much. Sigh…it’s not that I want to be an ass, but…sighsigh.

At least yesterday went by better…I met horz, who is finally back after his STARLIGHT stint. We originally intended to meet just for lunch, and then move on to some shopping for myself (I think I really need some new threads) and then home. Well, I did go shopping in the end but I still need pants. Means it’s time for another round soon! Hahaha. Oh wells. I noticed something else too…for horz, who lives just off fucking Mohd Sultan, going to town is just like a walk in the park, whereas for us, we do tend to dress up a bit more…and just as horz was recounting some experience of his, of how this really shoddily-dressed old man turned out to be the CEO of some chain of stores in Taiwan, I noticed that people who aren’t dressed well aren’t really well-received in shops downtown! Is it just me being sensitive (surely he’s already been long desensitized) or are people assuming that those who don’t dress up can’t afford it?

But back to the topic. I kept thinking of a certain someone this weekend. I think it started last night with a dream I can’t remember, but I do remember you coming to mind first thing this morning. And mind you, this you is not the one in the wishlist. It’s someone else. It’s been way too long since we last met…and you seem to have suddenly vanished into another dimension where I cannot reach you. What am I gonna do? Perhaps it’s the very exasperation of being cooped up at home that’s placed a ghostly image of your face in my mind all day. Perhaps.

But perhaps it’s the simple fact that i really do miss you a lot. And I won’t have much time left in Singapore until I fly.

Bah. Halt die Klappe und lass mich schlafen, damit ich von dir träumen kann…

(…shut up and let me sleep, so that I can dream of you…)

Friday, November 18, 2005


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Thursday, November 17, 2005

Stehen geblieben

Sometimes, don’t you just get that horrible feeling that the whole world has moved on and cruelly left you behind, be it intentionally or not?

Coming home on Thursday evening for a well-deserved long weekend following a fucked-up Monday outfield (yes, kenneth, I totally agree) and the past 3 days having been spent helping S4 with that stupid forward shipment to THUNDER WARRIOR, helping jason & Co. to ensure that they indented stores properly, and probably not being very nice to someone in particular (melvyn said I was stressing you out by giving you too much to do. I agree. More on that later) I am finally home. After 4 days, intense misery, lethargy, a new pair of running shoes, and about 15 viceroy menthol super lights, I am finally home.

Sigh. Let’s begin with Monday. It was miserable because, well…boss decided to join our little exercise, which, of course, upped the stress factor about fivefold. That, compounded with the way which their sunray performed (yes, all names are changed here) – I guess he still lacked confidence in recce procedures but who’s to blame him – he is new, after all – but I guess what I couldn’t stomach was the way he really lost command/control over his guys. I mean…

COME ON! (adapted from Arrested Development)

What he should’ve done was really take control. I only saw derek raising his voice, telling people what to do. If was as if he never even existed. Oh well, there is much for you to learn yet! That’s another reason why I suddenly gave you so much to do. I wanted you to snap out of that cadet mentality that you just do what you’ve been told to. Go and express yourself. Make yourself heard. You run your own show. Don’t let others run it for you.

sven has been awarded 3 extras for staying out. Interesting happening of the week. Oh well, just your luck. Who asked you to get busted by your boss? Haw. You unfortunate thing.

Anyway, after boring you with all the khatib shenanigans, let’s move on to today’s topic. Why should I feel left behind? It’s not that I have no friends, it’s not that I’m a spaceman (ha, ha) but well…to a lot of people out there, I might as well have originated from Alpha Centauri. I was surfing emelyne’s blog and…well…she’s really happy that it’s all over now, and she’s raving about the work she has during this holiday break. And I just read it with a hint of a sad smile on my face, knowing that that’s why she hasn’t been replying lately, even if it’s the hols. Feeling guilty about pressuring her when she had so much else to worry about. Happy that she’s found work. Sad that probably we won’t be seeing each other this holiday. Feeling like a loser, because this is what I should’ve been doing during my holidays, rather than staying at home and rotting away. A feeling that she’s slipping away. A feeling that no matter how close we proclaim ourselves to be, we’ll never share each other’s ups and downs, achievements and failures. I’ll never be able to take her driving, just as I was never there to see her shoot and win. She didn’t make it to my commissioning, just as I doubt I can be there for her much longer…a mixture of feelings thrown into a cement mixer rotating at 20 revolutions a minute.

I’ve also received a barrage of mails from my ex-NJC classmates, people who have remained dormant for about half a year before spouting up again like some volcano. All the talk about who’s attached and who’s not, and about how everyone talks about gatherings which they want to see but may not necessarily want to organize. I can’t help but feel empty. It just sounds so fake. People just end up getting disappointed in the end. And while it can be nice getting to know a friend’s other half, thinking of it reminded me of our class gathering, which was going fine until something, just something, fucked up. Then, I just began boozing (although 3 bottles of beer is really nothing) and probably wishing I was somewhere better. I recall not talking much to her, shaking the dude’s hand, feeling empty, and posing for a photo which I felt was really phoney. My smile was as fake as Pamela Anderson’s titties, or maybe Britney Spears’ personality. Perhaps that’s why I suggested going for some nightlife event, which was turned down, because some people don’t like nightlife. Well…as in even not pubbing. I should’ve thought better, but part of me didn’t care anymore. They weren’t of my clique, anyway.

But as a surprise, I ran into melissa driving. She was coming down the slope and I was going up. I just waggled my eyebrows and carried on, while she looked obviously amused. All the people you meet when you never intend to! Strangely, the people you always want to meet can never make it…

Sunday, November 13, 2005

Ubin! Ubin! | Autofahren

That really sounds like some cheer - y'know...like...

'ahhhhh! Ubin! Ubin! Ubin!' *shrieks*

If only the name was for some groovy new boys on the block. Hawhaw.

Anyway...i went back to Ubin with the OAC dudes this afternoon! We met at 1400 (well...excluding the late-comers...maggots.) but still, we landed in Ubin around 1500, got our bikes and then went cycling around.

In case you think we really had nothing better to do, you're 100% right. But we went too because it happened to coincide with OAC's seniors' camp, which is generally for year 1 OACians...something like a coming-of-age ceremony or something like that...it's like how one has to prove his/her worth to everyone else before earning the respect which is due to any senior.

We went for DotA after that...shit...after playing it, i still don't see why it's so addictive. Maybe i'm just dense.

Now i am just home, feeling wasted from all that cycling. But maybe it was because my bike wasn't on the right settings in the first place? As jiwei puts it...

'it's not how much effort you put in - it's the selection!' -translated, of course.

But oh, heck...where on Earth do you find like-minded garang people to cycle with? And people who cycle better than you, incidentally. So...pictures to come!

The second part is about my driving progress. So far, so good. But it seems that i become more and more uptight the closer i get to the test...i got so pissed yesterday during my revision because i discovered how much more i really need...and i really really do not want to fail this attempt...sigh...i need help...i need anger management classes and perhaps learn to be better and not to harsh on myself. Maybe.

Am wasted. Z-time!

Sunday, November 06, 2005

Neue Trinkerfahrung! | Rücksichtlose Fahrer

Ok, ok...so the title isn't exactly right.

It should be 'neue Erfahrung beim Pubbing mit Isabelle,' since i've already been drinking with kah yee before. But still. We happened to find ourselves outside acid bar and...being the alcohol-fuelled things me and belle are, we decided to hop in for a drink!

It was Happy Hour then, but there wasn't much to be happy about...the whole place was a fucking ghost town. But oh well. one-for-one never sounded better...had two cognacs on the rocks and a pair of bourbon cokes mainly because for some reason, the ladies couldn't take bourbon...by the way...acid bar has lots of peh pehs. Ought to check it out with the dudes someday...then go rouge, as junkiat suggested just now.

It's kinda strange, but don't you all have the uncanny feeling that wherever you go, you just pull in the crowds? Because by 2130 the place was packed. And that was when we suggested drinking flaming stuff. I haven't drunk a flaming lamborghini in like ages so...it was still quite the rush! isabelle, i don't know why you drink it so quickly. Slowly is betta ma...then she went on to take on 2 more waterfalls! wtfomg...

One thing i noticed is that...kah yee is really very, very uptight about drinking! I'm not gonna laugh at you or what...that's wrong - you certainly are entitled to your own opinion...but, well...really have a good time next time k? I think you need more people...hahaha...i admit that if i were in your shoes, i'd be afraid for myself too...haha...ok ok...we'll increase the crowd size next time k? Or do tell us what you're comfortable with first... =P

I read lately that this guy crashed a mazda MX-5 on a test drive, killing the hapless salesgirl next to him. Oh my God. And he was described as an 'aggressive' driver by another. Well, i, for one, am glad that he's probably never gonna drive again. For those of you unfamiliar with the conditions there, it's fucking steel plating as a road surface - how fast are you gonna go?! With close to zero traction...and i do think this fucker was trying to drive fast. I read somewhere that his poppa got him a sports car the moment he got his license or something like that. Arrogant, irresponsible and worst, reckless fuck - does he think that the road is his? That his car is the only thing which exists? I'm glad there's blood on his hands now. Jeez.

Friday, November 04, 2005

Freiheit? Oder lieber nicht?

Was idly surfing reporters sans frontières when i discovered (or maybe re-discovered. Or maybe i have nothing better to do.) something:

The general impression of us by many other nations is, simply put,

wir haben keine Pressefreiheit.

Perhaps that's true, in that no one openly lashes out at our government. Oder, auf das Teil
Freiheit in Pressefreiheit hervorzuheben, one could say that in exchange for what we are today, we may have paid the price with the sacrifice of personal freedom.

Let's face it.

1. You don't see anti-governmental criticism in the newspapers.
2. There isn't any open reporting on governmental scandals (the NKF fiasco probably came close enough)
3. Some websites are openly blocked...so if you are a good responsible user you wouldn't surf them.

It's a wicked blend of East-meets-West here in our sunny, tropical island...Western technology, but Eastern mindsets. It's evident by how there was a period of time when students in Secondary schools were indoctrinated to write about 'influences which degrade moral standards' which actually implicitly meant, of course, Western influences. Isn't it easy to have something to compare against? One accuses the other of being morally degrading and the other accuses the former of being draconian. But oh, well.

It's evident in other ways. Doesn't the way mister lee remains indirectly in control of the workings of the country vaguely resemble the way any family patriarch still has the final say of what goes and what's a no-go in the huge extended family? Why do i always get the vague impression that someone is always pulling the strings? It's just a nagging suspicion...but you have to give him the credit. He was the one who brought us where we stand today...

Somethings still have to be considered, i guess...for example, the virtually one-party government here. I mean, the way they practically have a walkover every elections, i almost don't see the point for having them in the first place. And people have come to include that particular party as part of the norms of being a Singaporean. An entire generation (coming to two generations) have grown up since they took power...it's come to a point where if you think of going into politics, only one party comes to mind. It's come to a point where politics here doesn't refer to politics per se, not about Grand Alliances between ruling parties, but has taken on a warped meaning, more in the context of office politics, about bootlickers and the like. Politik here is more or less a taboo subject...you don't even hear people talking about it over coffee.

Perhaps that has also generated the feeling that whatever the government does should be right. And that feeling might had led (misled?) the government into a sense of omnipotence, by granting itself more power and resorting to heavy-handed techniques without fear or anyone complaining. Of course, every organisation would wish to consolidate its power - any government is no exception.

Sadly, some individuals are taking the government's stand as their own - have you read in the papers who a certain someone wished that some people be charged with disturbing the peace because of potentially offensive clothes? Is he taking the law into his own hands? I mean, what the fuck. If you find them distasteful, go and tell them yourself, rather than whine and bitch through the Forum. If you have the cojones to write to the papers, then go and tell them what you think to the face! What's more, give them some leeway. Your field of vision and tolerance level is obviously even narrower than the government's. Right of expression is limited, but no one is going to cause a riot because they wear such clothes. I have a shirt which says 'addicted to aerosol writing.' So i should be arrested because i am a potential vandal? Get Real.

It was once commented that benevolent despotism was an ideal form of government - the very embodiment and truth of that statement is here. Although we may not have complete personal freedom, but look at what we are today. It's not as if we live under total repression. Our borders are not closed, and the media does not run news praising any particular Great Leader or such while the majority starves to death on tree bark. Perhaps as pertaining to Pressefreiheit, there was never a requirement for it anyway. Who's going to act if you complain against a one-party government? Unless your complaint is serious enough to warrant affirmative action, you are very likely to spend some time behind bars for 'disturbing social cohesiveness', yadda yadda. And because only one party holds power, any scandals would be blanked out, because, firstly, it benefits no one (no opposition which could probably capitalise) and secondly, the government probably has a huge say in the media anyway.

So...do we live with what we have? I guess no matter what the circumstances, we have the make the best of what we've been given. That's why you don't see people rioting for freedom, no Tian an men-esque demonstrations, etc. It's because we're satisfied with what we've got. And we have much reason to be. Not that we don't appreciate freedom if it were allowed us - but that with what we have, this is a sacrifice well worth it.

Thursday, November 03, 2005

aber Zu Hause zu bleiben ist doch Wahnsinn!

I think the topic is already selbstverständlich...

zu Hause zu bleiben ist doch Wahnsinn.

Ich kann's nicht mehr ertragen! Die vorigen 2 Tagen waren noch gut, sogar konnte ich sie richtig geniessen aber jetzt geht's nicht mehr.

Here's why:

Durch den ganze Tag will ich nur schlafen...ich habe keine Lust, etwas zu tun...und das finde ich ziemlich scheisse, wenn man keine Energie hat, irgendetwas zu tun!

Not that i haven't been trying to jio people out...no one is free...ja, schon wieder...fuck it man...i should just lock myself up at home and go crazy. My goodness. How to survive like this?! Everyone has commitments. JEEZ!

Mein letztes DOO!

So how was my final DOO?

Since I have been bumming around all day at home with absolutely nothing better to do…I shall just fill all of you in.

Apart from the absolute boredom…it was pretty damn tough too. I thought it would’ve been a walk in the park: with battalion line resembling a ghost town…oh, little did I know…I thought I would just book in, take over from gabriel (who was watching this video about some retards trying to lip-synch to Dragostea Din Teï with reuben, cackling away like some maggot,) turn up some Web radio, and settle down into doing my minutes of the CO’s Conference (thanks, S1!) but…

Balls. It was as crowded as ever. The only parts which probably resembled a ghost town were the battery offices. The 2nd floor, which houses the Ops Room and is generally the place where all the biggies are, was as crowded as before. I couldn’t even work in peace.

But speaking of those goddamned minutes…i have never ever spent so long in front of a computer for ages doing serious work like this. From 0830 to 1700…inserting a lunch break and probably one or two viceroy breaks (whoops) but yeah, well. If not for the following stations which kept me entertained and for people like mister D. (yes you should quit with me too) I think I would’ve ein Amoklauf begehen and killed my poor Ops TA, the maggot. Haha…but oh well. Here they are!

94.3 r.s.2 – Der Supermix – 80er, 90er und das Beste von Heute…aus Berlin!
N-joy the Music
NDR 2
Sunshine Live: Wir Sind unter Euch – for the trashy techno moments
Heart FM

To fats: eh your minutes are really sibei chin-chai lei! Damn chop-chop, curry-pok standard…nevermind…this time I did 1 x good one…hopefully they will leave me alone in the future. It’s time for me to fucking retire…

Yes but 9 fucking hours in front of a screen! Sense of achievement sialz…haha…I haven’t typed 11 fucking pages in like eons. Wait. I have never typed 11 pages of official paperwork before! Hawhaw…I just made myself feel better! But rest assured that it.is.hell. Goodness. I look back and impress myself.

Okay…enough self-inflation.

Even CO and ranger came back…goodness…cannot picture these people coming back on clear leave days man. Their mere presence places immeasurable amounts of stress on me. Nah, just kidding. But it’s unsettling to be in the Ops room when ranger is in…you never know which arrow will thud into your back next…I wonder how people like gab, mister D., the woman-beater and the ops specs survive. I guess they just live from day to day, with a simple formula:

Any day without ranger = holiday!

Alfred was the next day’s DOO…a complex DOO…and it was his first too…hahaha…the poor dude…lucky got me! The world’s bestest DOO ever (according to some person who has been trash-talking behind my back) but anyhows. It’s always luckier to have a lao jiao at hand…can teach you the ropes first…imagine having your first DOO but taking over from a fellow noob…that’ll be killer…

Forest passed his driving. With only 6 fucking points. Makes me want to turn green with jealousy…not with camo paint you mad fucks

So we drove to Yishun to claim our pre-ordered zhou jie lun album…but the maggot shop, which promised to open at 1100, opened at 1230…we were like how pissed off…and the boredom…we went to the toilet, arcade, breakfast, and all…luckily forest left his oxygen sticks in camp…I don’t think sitting around fagging away for 1 plus hour is healthy, even if I refrain from smoking…the 2nd hand smoke will still kill…

Fun fact: 2nd hand smoke is worse than 1st hand smoke…why smokers get it so bad is cuz they smoke in a gang, which means it’s 1st AND 2nd hand smoking…

And it’s not a very good excuse that someone left the keys at home. If I were your boss, it’d be ok if it were a one-off incident, but too many repetitions and you can go home forever…bleah.

GODLIKE muzak! Enjoy.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Dragostea Din Teï

Lately, everyone's been going crazy about them.

It's like, goodness, i step into the Ops Room Monday morning and gabriel is blaring this on the computer watching some retards karaoke the song with reuben. And it's on jj's MSN nick. What's worse is that i first heard this song in like last summer...it was Europe's 2004 summer hit, i think...

Anyways. Some facts:

1. The song is sung in Romanian (jeez i almost said auf rumanisch...see how i spontaneously think in German these days?)
2. It's played to irritate people, like the Haiducii version.
3. The title really means 'under the Linden trees' or something to that effect - romantic, no?

But i think locally, it's just the next song which will win a prize at the annual Ah Beng awards.

Not to discriminate...i was into it too...just that i was into it last year. It's quite passé.

On another note...i have served my last regimental DOO!

So let's pray for no extra duties. ORD loh.