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I just came across a really useful website the other day - www.lang-8.com

lang = language and the number 8 basically represent the symbol infinity.

It is a website where one can learn a new language by posting entries in a language you choose to learn. In my case - Japanese. Then, you'll have other lang-8 users to do corrections for you. Lang-8 users are from all over the world - Japan, China, Australia, USA, France etc.. You'll have native speakers to view and correct your entries. What more can one ask for? As you'll might have already guess, it's all for free. In return, you'll just have to help other correct their entries. It is plain simple, and tons of fun. The lang-8 users are real friendly and helpful. It is truly a celebration of unity in a community of different races, colors and culture.

Time flutters by and its already the fasting month..

Hmmm.., Life has been good with its usual ups and downs.., It has been pretty much monotonous actually. Haha. Not that I need all the drama but, *yawns*..., There is really got to be more to life, right? Something less predictable and sombre.

Anyways, in less than a month from now.., I'll soon be a one-year soldier. =)) That's another one solid year to go for I can scream ORD Oh!. *sigh*

Few days after that, Bob will be leaving for London. We are left with not much time to spare for our hangout sessions. We still need to strain our lungs at K-box and breakfast together.

In less than a fortnight from now.., My IPPT window will be open. I have got to train hard to achieve for my gold again. No RT for me, please.

On that same week, the latest Muse album will be out. Their track 'Uprising' is superbly geeewd. This upcoming album is going to rock the world til the earth is going to tremble real bad.

Somewhen around this week, I'm going to try to book at least one driving class. I'm not going to let my ill-disciplined self flush my dreams of driving a Chevvy in a whirling blackhole. I AM my greatest enemy.

I went to the Zoo and took the Singapore Flyer with 'the suspects' last week.

It was heaps of fun.

The otters are the cutest living creature ever. I didn't know they are of hispanic descedants and they sure do know how to pose for pictures. Haha. Carlos and gang.

The white tigers are gorgeous and the elephants are simply beautiful.

I'm going to visit them again, soon.

Feast ye self with the pictures.

Happy fasting to everyone. Bless others with your smile... That's my goal for this year's fasting month. =))






...the rest of the pictures will be eventually be posted to facebook.

I just got back from a jog with Tengku. I'm absolutely drained out, but before I jump onto my sea of blankets..., I just have the urge to write something, anything. Somehow, my mind feels a little congested tonight.

Firstly, I shall announce that starting from this very moment onwards, I would shall tie myself with a new resolution. I will no longer wait no longer wait for 31 December or the first day of any month to set a resolution. Life is as it is, is no more a norm or a cliche. On this cold night of 03 August 2009, I will promise to life and myself that I will no longer spend no longer than an hour on the computer. This includes logging into the free wifi services through my phone.. Even if boredom itself evolves itself into a hairy monster and threatens to tickle me to death.. I am only allowed to use the internet service for ONE HOUR daily. Also, the number of hours are non-accumulative. No bargains. Period.

Then again..., online necessities such as blogging, iBanking, booking driving classes or extending the library book due dates are exempted.., for I do admit..., The internet offers convenience like no other.



I once read in a book...

"Listen carefully. Opportunity sometimes knocks softly on your door."

I do not really understand the essence of that string of sentences. Not until last week. The complexity of life will never fail to awe me. The way is illustrates itself beautifully and ironically, only allow myself to succumb with my fullest appreciation to its splendour... Like how the malleability of reality reflects that life is merely a dream. A dream, faraway and untouched. Then again, I feel that probably life is a celebration of understanding its everyday complications and then to smile it all away with a sincere heart fully intact. Haha. I have learnt a lot of capability..., of righteousness..., of boldness...., of ignorance is bliss..., of believing in oneself..., of the celebration of being yourself..., and of the repulsion of love and fate.

A little something that might open our eyes to a much more beautiful world and more.

My friends from camp and I was waiting for another friend at the Tampines MRT control station. It was somewhen in mid-afternoon and the rush hour crowd was already hustling through the gantries. I am guessing that day was a Friday. I can't exactly recall though.., This had happened quite some time ago. My friends and I planned to watch a horror flick, Drag Me To Hell. We were discussing about the movie ratings and considering the different movie time slots. When they get to the part to discuss about the movie spoilers, I then decided to stray my attention away as to save the suspense etc. I drove my attention to the surroundings, when I found myself humming to a fimiliar song.., A track from my all-time favourite movie, Selena... I Could Fall In Love, which, from my opinion, one of the best love tunes of the 20th century. It was a sung by the female street performer just by the MRT entrance. Her voice was endearing. One of those kind which is filled with emotions and sincerity. A voice that could touch your soul and leave it trembling. I moved closer to the MRT entrance despite the human traffic to take a peek who this lady with beautiful, beautiful voice. She was wearing a bright yellow t-shirt with a pair of denim. Her jet black hair was neatly cut short over her prettiful facet. She sang the last few lines of the song and ended it with the sweetest smile I've ever seen. The guitarist next to her begin another fimiliar song.., Everywhere, Michelle Branch's first hit single from her album, The Spirit Room. Again, she sang her rendition of this song beautifully.

Beautifully ironic.

This female street artist is actually blind and.., I admire every bit of her. Her courage. Her voice. The peacefulness in her face.. When she sings 'Everywhere', she sings with her heart and soul.., A song about a girl who is crazy about a guy and sees him in everything she do in life. Bitter sweet irony of life.

Can I just run away and hide?
Then again, this world is just way too squeezy for people like you and me.

Can you spare for me some time to think??
Then again, the more I'll think about it... I'll just end up being lost in a whirl.

Can we start this all over again?
Then again, it is impossible to move at the speed of light.

Can pretend it had never happened?
Then again, only kids play pretend.

Can I not be haunted by memories?
Then again, memories are meant to be cherished.

Can we eradicate hatred in this world?
Then again, love would just merely be a word, and nothing more.

Can time at least be of any convenience?
Then again, time and tide wait for no man.

Questions..., at the back of my mind. Driving me nuts.

He's back with the new MISadventure of the MYSTeryMAChine.... *self-applause*

I was on my way back home from camp just now when I was stop by a 'recruit'.

"Excuse me....." he asked, while munching on a bar of chocolate.

I can tell that he is still a recruit as he was wearing the new pixel-ated number four army attire. (I feel that the new set of number four attire looks really ugly. It reminds me of a poorly done primary school spray paint art project.) I should really restrict any further comments to myself..., as they might just issue new sets of number four to my unit as well.. LOL.

He was wearing a pair of ugly plastic black rim spectacles too.. Absolutely no doubts, this guy must be a recruit.. It is not that long ago when I was a 'chao recruit' ya know...

Apparently, he claimed that did not know which bus goes to the SAF Ferry Terminal.

Poor recruit. All lost in the midst of the rush hour crowd..., and, out of all people, he approached me. (me) = a person with terrible sense of direction.

"Uhmmmmmmmm... You have to take bus numberrrr eightyyyy....."

A long dreaded pause.

....

"Nine.. Eighty-nine! But you need to walk..... White San.. Bus st... No-no!... Whit.. !%@**#.."

Yerp, I only managed to successfully make the both of us confused.

Haha.

I decided to give up trying and walk him to the bus stop.., since its nearby and theres a bus service which travels back to my place.. (Plus, the other bus service queue at the interchange was a total nightmare...)

While leading him to the bus stop, we were talking how 'fun' BMT life is..

*sigh*.. He made me realize..., how much I miss BMT.

As much as I want it to end quickly when I was undergoing all the vigorous training..., I feel that BMT is one heck of an experience.. An experience like no other.

I am just hours away to enlistment.

I have been receiving calls and SMSes wishing me the best for BMT.

Thank you:

DD - For being the best sister anyone could ever ask for.
Sabby and Faisal - The buka treat at Al-Amin was the sweetest.
Azrin - He taught me how to fold the army uniform sleeves and lots more. He's an amazing friend.
Abang Sha - He gave tons of moral support.
Kak Na & Abang Zul - They organized a farewell 'buka' gathering and invited all my amazing, amazing cousins.
Chelam - She never fail to make me smile.
Hafiz - For his last minute farewell wishes.
Kavi - I'll call to disturb you later!
WH - This guy made exclusive calls from Tekong to 'telecast' important breaking news.
Putri - Yeeee.. I will tag at least once before I leave!! Haha.
Mbak Alia - She provided me with tons of ZipLock bags to ensure that my inventories are stored properly.
Mak and Bapak - They shower me with heaps of love endlessly.
Abang Emi - He is currently at Mustafa Centre to get me a digital watch. =))

Ouh well, if i have accidentally forget to mention your name here... Sorry... Haha.

And, here what's life has been for me lately..

Do scroll over the pictures for captions.. Hee. =P




 

I think Ronan Keating is crazy when he said that 'Life is a Rollercoaster...'

Personally, I see that life is more like a bumper car ride.

You can try your very best to maneuver the car while avoiding bumping onto other cars and think that you know where you're going..

But the absolute fact is that...,

You're simply going around in circles aimlessly and bumping onto other cars is the actually best part of the ride.

Irony of Life...

So, last two nights, I was extremely drained out.., after a tiring day of 'shopping'..,

I was resting on my bed like a hibernating bear when I received a phonecall from my brother..

'Eh Man.. Look outside of the living room window!'

Haiz... Malas betul nak layan dia... But still, I dragged myself to the window and saw him in a bloody sleek, beautiful Peugeot. [Tak terkejut??]

Hahaha.. Man.. I was in love.

I went running down like a small kid to have a closer look...

Without a doubt..., She's so prettiful.

 

It was definitely not easy...

I practically drag myself to see her...

All kinds of questions resounded in my skull..

What if this... What if that... *sigh*

...

Finally, I was right in front of her door..

I inhale tons of air as I possibly could and push the door open...

There she was... Standing... with a pair of scissors in her hand.

She looked into my eyes as if she could just tell what I was about to ask her...

And asked... "Cut hair ah??!"

Haha... "Ya lahhhh... How are you? Busy today ah... Got a lot of customers.."

=)) I went to my 'hair stylist' today to get a haircut.

I know it is not something out of the norm, but, it is a little different this time round...

Since, I am already left with less than a week before my enlistment..,

I have decided to cut my hair botak! Haha...

I just do not trust the hands of the barber uncle at Tekong to touch my precious crown lah...

Ouh well...

With only few days left for me before I will be enlisted to Tekong.., I can really feel a storm of emotions and thoughts stirring in my head. Before this, it was all about preparing physically for the training.. Heading to the gym to garner my stamina and strenght. I even purchase supplements from GNC to promote my muscle growth. (Very, very the semangat kan? Haha..) People around me has been really encouraging as well.. DD bought me new sport shoes as so that I could have a safe proper workout at the gym. Abang Sha, who was a PTI at tekong, gave me his fair share of do(s) and don't(s). Not forgetting my two best buddies.., Azrin and Bob.. Azrin has been accompanying me to the gym for the past two months.., even on days when he's exhausted from work (I really appreaciate that tons).. and Bob has definitely manage to somehow manipulate me with his positive outlook about the SAF. Mak and Bapak too. They're the best. Therefore now.., I am guessing, it has all sum up to me.., I figured that I could either be optimistic about the whole situation or be an ingorant plain ass. Then again, its not that I do really have a choice. I would have to still go through it like any other boys/men in this country. Honestly, I AM looking forward to exprience BMT.. (absolutely no second doubts about that), but of course.., I am also anxious, which only makes me perfectly human right..? =))