Fate realli plays a cruel game with u!

becuz it was 4am in the morning, becuz i was close to where she stayed, becuz i realli missed her, the crazy mi decided to try my luck and wait for her downstairs her place and accompany her to work...

so i proceeded by walking the path we used to always take together, waited downstairs her place for a butt-numbing 2 and a half hours before realising something was wrong...she hadnt left the house...onli then i have to find out dat she didnt have to work today...u tell mi...isn't fate playing a veri veri veri cruel game with mi?

so the veri veri veri depressed mi had to go home with a veri empty heart...sigh...

"i'm quite convinced that the big guy up there does not want mi to have meaningful relationships with members of opposite sex...i realli am..."

Every Man Has His Trouble...with Women! Part 2

And so as the time passes by, my individual, multi-racial, multi-lingual friends' women troubles progressed...and how interesting it is to listen to them as outsiders...

my french friend has now not 1, not 2 but 3 groups of gals to avoid...all at the same time...shld he encounter any of them at Zouk...meeting any one of these grps will definately mean he cant afford to be seen by the other 2 groups...cool~ now why cant i have this type of women trouble?

now my malay friend has stepped up a notch in chasing after his gal...though from their last conversation...i expect he'll still be playing her game of hide and seek in the near forseeable future~

the interesting twist comes with my chinese emotional and sentimental friend...someone new has come along!!! totally his type...their both into each other...which isnt a bad thing shld they get along together but...wat abt the gal still overseas? my dear emotional and sentimental juz hopes dat the so-called r/s btwn him and the overseas gal was juz a one-sided affair.........on his part!

all these interesting plots r starting to entertain mi liao...as my malay friend says "we all got probs la, but u different! neutral man!" i seriously dunno if dat was a compliment or an insult...

for mi? gal trouble? yeah...definately...remember...trouble and i r buddies...my trouble with gals...no gal wants mi...dats my trouble...

"Even LBT, my source of inspiration and admiration...has started his engine going after a gal...mi? sill stagnant here...why? i dunno..."

ZPOP...fizzles...

becuz mummy last min told mi she had tix to the concert last nite, becuz the tix werent meant for mi in the first place, and becuz my younger sis doesnt like chinese music...i was frentically looking for people(gals...) to go with mi to the concert...BUT! becuz i have no "nu ren yuan" (luck with gers...), i ended up asking my sentimental and emotional chinese fren along...i even had to subsidize half of his cab fare ;P yes...i was despo for a companion, can? why haven i gone brokeback i also dunno...u tell mi?

a pakistani crazy fren of mine juz sent mi a clip...

Hard Gay

...maybe i'll turn out like dat shld i go brokeback?

"Nobodi luvs mi, everbodi hates mi, i wanna make some noize!"
Buddy Ong, who used to sing this...

Every Man Has His Troubles...with Women!

its no understatement...its true...some real life examples...

this french buddy of mine happens to be a pretty good babe magnet, those he always insists "i've never succeeded in going after a gal, but other gals keep coming to mi!"...nice problem to have rite? but because he is a player...because he noes too many gers...he fears dat he might get into trouble for having a fling with the same grp of gals...ALL AT THE SAME TIME!!! dats his trouble...

Another melayu friend of mine...who likes to listen to chinese songs and watches chinese shows...happen to like chinese gals...and he's still currently hot on the heels of this gal...who queerly likes to watch indian shows...he's prob is dat he has been on her heels since last year...and our dear fren doesnt even noe if she's attached...(women...sooooo like to play hard to get...)poor guy...dats his trouble...

Now...this chinese fren of mine...he's juz as emotional and sentimental as mi...dunno if dats a good thing but one thing abt him iz dat he can get over a gal quite easily and quickly...despite being soooooo smitten with her juz days ago...so he's rite now on a roll with a gal rite now...seemingly smooth and almost within his clutches...he's a very happy man...BUT! she's juz flown off to Indonesia to help out with the disaster...kind soul...my fren understands...BUT! being the sentimental and expressive person that he is...he goes around MOANING! abt missing her everytime he has a chance...poor guy...dats his trouble...

for mi? gal trouble? yeah...definately...remember...trouble and i r buddies...my trouble with gals...no gal wants mi...dats my trouble...

"after the recent scheduling of guard duties and COS duties...all my weekends have officially been burnt.......sad......veri veri sad..... "

trouble is my middle name~

i've come to realise dat my best buddy is "trouble"...cuz its either i always find trouble...or trouble will find mi...

juz take monday for example...if doing guard duty wasnt bad enough, i had to take up the job of guard commander...where i had account for every single damn thing! and because i suffer from short term memory...because i cannot multi-task...and i'm not fierce enough...i ended up being fu*ked educated by the veri veri veri fierce Brigade Sergeant Major all morning...letting the men climb all over my head, not giving a damn dat i'm the guard com...sacrifice my guard rest juz to settle the men's bloody cock-up...sigh...tell mi la...isn't trouble my best buddy?

"sooner or later i'm gonna get myself into veri veri veri deep shit for my relationship with trouble..."

officially short-plugged continues...

as if yest morn's 8km run wasnt enough...crazy mi actually went for a soccer game early in the morn 8am when i onli slept 4 hrs...asking for trouble i tell u...asking for trouble...

so to console myself of exercising...trying to maintain my belly from popping out...i feasted on snacks and unhealthy food whole day long...kinda beats the purpose of exercise rite?

"so ends a long weekend for mi...and so comes another week...so start the depression once again..."

officially short-plugged~

i'm realli doing alot of things which i never tot i wld do if i were the normal sane mi...

this morning...upon waking up...i actually changed into my PT attire...and went for a jog...and jogged all the way back to my camp's front gate, wave to the Military fu*kers Police, b4 making a U-turn back home...i'm short-plugged i tell u...

and so desperate i was to use my Ipod again...i reformatted the PC...yes~ the lazy mi actually bothered to go thru the whole crap...but now i have to regrets...cuz apart from getting my loyal companion up and running again...i've had most of the important updates...such as Media player 11, IE 7...the interface iz sooooooo cool!!! go try people~ and messenger as well, its now Windows Live Messenger! (i'm short-plugged i tell u...)

"YES! MY Ipod...u're back!"

a kid gains enlightenment...

becuz i didnt sleep the whole of wed nite, becuz i had to run the cross country at MacRitchie Reservoir a couple of hours later...and becuz i'm (once again) crazy enough to say yes when my bunk buddy ask mi "Wanna watch Pirates later?"...i ended up sleeping in a cinema for like...say...almost an hr? i think i will wanna catch the show again...i'm pretty lost with the storyline...

anyway...it was home immediately after the movie despite my other bunk buddy's constant temptation of "oie, the others tonite going MOS lei!", "they sms say tonite damn shiok lei!", "go la, still early wat!"...good thing i didnt go too...cuz dat buddy of mine ended up having supper alone cuz he was "hungry"...

i so slept till noon...and was quite immediately put into action...cuz soon after i drove all the way down to Tampines with father to have lunch with my eldest uncle...and cuz i was the youngest, i left the 2 old man to tok while i went to get the drinks...and cuz my uncle is a fantastic drinker, i got him a Tiger...but not before the auntie over the counter asks mi..."u over 18 liao meh?"
(-_-")

maybe i noe why dat gal at Zouk rejected mi...i think she tot i was a kid...damn...at least bless mi with some luck with gers can?

"i'm on the verge of reformatting this com juz to save my ipod...and my mother says i'm crazy...she has never been more spot on..."

My Love/Hate Relationship with Mambo Nite~

becuz i've become crazy enough to shout vulgarities in public, and becuz i'm crazy enough to oppose my camp's MP(Military Police aka useless posers), and becuz i'm crazy enough to think dat my ipod will miraculously heal by itself...i actually AGREED when brudder Wei called and asked..."wanna go Zouk tonite?"

i seriously dunno wat i'm thinking realli...the reason why the other guys can afford to and r so willing to sacrifice precious sleeping time iz cuz they get to work office hrs, book out everyday...and not worry abt dirtying their hands with mud ever again...i...on the other hand...was juz given my first ever nite's off whereby i dun have to book into camp the same nite as i usually do but onli in the next morning...i have to spend dat first ever precious nite's off not on my own bed but in the middle of a dance floor filled with gals, more guys...and super-sized ang mohs hu think they own the dance floor...

i actually 4got dat wed was ladies nite...and i 4got dat ladies nite usually meant the ratio of gals to guys was 1:10...yes...the ratio is correct...let mi explain...cuz its ladies nite...guys think more gals will go for it...so more guys will prefer going to Zouk on wed rather than the weekends for this reason, which explains why there r usually alot more guys than gals...

and i also 4got dat wed nite is Mambo Nite~ whereby the DJs dun play the usual dance tracks or trance music...instead...they go retro and play familiar old sch songs which most of them i was able to sing along to(for little parts at least)...which would actually mean i was going to enjoy myself...at least more than over trance music anytime...

so how it actually turned out was dat...there was a decent amt of gals compared to the num of guys...the DJ did no harm to the Mambo Nite's atmosphere...and get this...crazy mi actually played with the idea of getting a gal's number...WOOT~ told u dunno wat got over mi le...thinked i tried to develope some balls of steel when its really juz inflated ballons painted silver...anyway...crazy mi DID try to get a gal's number...but the usual story...crazy mi gets rejected...sad-ed...

now get this straight...i'm no clubber! given a choice i would not go clubbing...honest...i'm a movie junkie...rem dat...juz dat...i muz confess...i think i prefer the gals at mambo nites ALOT more than the weekend babes...hmmm...yes...go ahead...call mi a bastard...

"oh my loyal companion...my ipod...talk to mi! tell mi! wats ur prob!!!!!!!"

depressed man...

i'm a depressed man...why? cuz my loyal companion...my onli companion ever since dat happened...has juz given up on mi...sigh...MY IPOD!!!! WHy!!! now i'm gonna be so depressed in camp...sob sob...when will my IPOD BE FIXED!!!

on another note...i've been having regular runs at MacRitchie Reservoir...i think i happened to see one of s'pore's best writers/blogger...i think i saw Mr Brown...having a slow jog in the opposite direction...think he realli lost some weight...then came to read abt the suspension of his blog...for his latest post abt the cost of living in s'pore...sigh...poor guy...ain't this a free country with freedom of speech? saded...

"oh my loyal companion ipod...when? ehrn will u be fine again??? sigh..."

the ironies of life...

Ur frenly neighbourhood philosopher Stinko is starting to feel like he is getting back to his best of coming up with "Logical Crap"...he might come up with a series of posts in relation to these "Logical Crap"...which could mean anything...generally...

anyway, today i had to supervise some reservists in training them with a "new" weapon(its a phased-out redundant weapon called the Light Anti_Tank Weapon...aka...LAW)...also dunno why teaching them dat...tells u alot abt the Army...anyway...i found this guy quite familiar...and he found mi quite familiar too...so during one of the breaks, we got to chat alittle...after awhile...we came to realise dat we're both from NYP...i was a student there...he is still a lecturer there...School of IT some more...then for a moment we realised the irony dat juz transcended btwn us...we juz switched roles...coool~

mi posted to my new company le...its Support company...the worst part of my NS life will come in Jan when i go for my 120mm course(another major slimming phase i hope)...other than dat i shld be trying to get under the radar for the rest of my NS life...most of my new bunkmates i have clicked well...juz dunno why fate always like to play with mi...the same grp of guys i detest also same company...damn...u win some...u lose some...

"irony of the day: people walking on the cycling pavement and the cyclists cycling on the padestrian pavement..."

Gain Enlightenment From the Old Man Himself~

No, not the Old Man James, but this guy called Ah Yap whom i got to noe during my short enjoyable stint at the School of Business in NYP...he told mi to wake up...with these 2 links...as he says it makes for a good read...

http://yapster79.blogspot.com/2006/06/why-girls-end-up-with-assholes.html

http://tpcohn.blogspot.com/2005/11/for-robin-who-doesnt-want-to-be-nice.html

go read if u got the time to kill...it does make for interesting read...and i gotta say...these 2 guys realli can write...if onli i can write like those guys...

i was actually bored enough to read my past posts and dug out this piece of treasure...didnt know i was capable of such crap...though onli brings back memories...


"the day it happened
was the day my heart felt light again in years
but slowly and agonisingly
i realised fate plays a cruel game
as reality set in, i finally realised...
i'm not yours to begin with...
the times i've spent
the effort i've given
the worries i have for u
first seems so worth it...
until reality kicks in
and everything goes for naught...
i finally realised...
i'm a nobody...
where do i stand?
when will this end?
will i call u my own?
or will i wither again?
must i play the waiting game?
and stay as the unseen?
til whatever comes to answer my pleas?
i'll still pray for you
and i'll still be there for you
but at the end the day
who am I to you?
i'll spend all my time just to care for you
but alas the decision lies with you..."


its not any masterpiece or wat crap...most likely ppl wld even think of it as real crap...still...even then...i didnt think i could come up with such crap...

"juz as Adrian Mole thinks he's a genius writer and poet...i'm beginning to think i'm cut out to be a vagabond journalist...onli i dun have a degree or diploma in journalism...oh..."

self-abuser

Most of the times i dun realise how much of a shit i get myself into until i get into it itself...give u a veri good example of yest...

this were the sms dat went tru my phone during the preparation juz b4 the SAF Day Parade rehearsal...

Eric:"hey, feel like going out tonite lei"
Stinko:"huh? do wat?"
Eric:"juz come out la, lets go Zouk maybe..."
Stinko:"okie lo..."

then brudder Lim msgs mi...

Lim:"Yo! Tonite we go Liquid Bar watch soccer followed by Wei's place! Steady?"
Stinko:"okie lo..."

then my ex-boss Old Man James msgs mi...

James:Afternoon! we're getting another jersey set, there's a game tomoro as well, tell mi your size and number if you're in...
Stinko:"L,45"

So wat exactly had i got myself into? i had juz agreed to 2 diff outings after my SAF Day Parade, and a soccer match early next morning...oh damn...

becuz the last time round buddy Eric accompanied mi while i was on depression mode...i felt obliged to return the favor...so i turned down brudder Lim and the tempting liquid bar trip ;P

i went into zouk at a considerable peak time of 12am...expecting the dance floor to be pretty crowded...turns out everyone was watching the england-portugal match...i ended up as one of the viewers as well...and becuz i didnt get into the mood, but still drowned myself in the same amt of alcohol...i got myself a bad headache...the hangover was already starting...and it was onli 2 plus am...i retired for the nite by 3.15am and headed home...juz in time too...cuz i ran to the toilet moment i reached home to pay homage to the toilet bowl...

proceeded to Lala Land at 4 am onli to be awakened by a call early in the morning 9 am...

James:"OIE! WHERE ARE YOU???"
Stinko:"Old man~ sorri...still in bed...hangover"*groans*
James:"its ok, take ur time to come down, your jersey's here...the match has started!"

Before i could say another word...our dear fren hanged up the phone...damn...i had to make my way down...but w/o the soccer stuff...i was determinded not to play...good choice too...the scorching sun was a killer...so i simply showed my face and collected my jersey...i'm a real bastard...yes i am...

spent the rest of the day rotting at home...i'm realli a waste to the human community...

"given a choice, had i known...i would've been spending my time taking care of someone who hadn't been feeling well...but then again...i'm not in a position to do so...sigh...take care..."