Wednesday, March 30, 2005 | 5:08 PM
davier.
Here I am again, after a long absence from the blogging scene. Numerous things have happened since the last time I blogged and I shall summarize them up in one sentence: I went ahead to jump the hurdles, didn't knock down any of them, but injured my foot in the process, went for my company's retreat at change, sewed on my rank and accolades, no. 4 looks pretty good now, went to my parent's church for the first time on Easter Sunday, bought a new camera, a Panasonic DMC-FZ5, took like a few hundred photos, some of which I will post later if I'm in the mood, and last of all, I am at home again on a weekday thanks to block leave.
davier.
Monday, March 21, 2005 | 12:32 AM
When people are drunk they do or say things they do not mean. Like the Siglap 7-11 auntie who insisted I did not look the age to purchase alcoholic drinks. Even after I flashed her my SAF ID card she maintained that I let my older looking friend pay for the drink. This incident has left me baffled, as I distinctively recall many people telling me how old and sunken I have looked ever since I enlisted in the army. I attributed that to the rigorous and demanding training I had encountered while serving our nation. But now I suddenly look like a chao gina trying to score some booze. Basket. I have a bunkmate who is 17 years old and he looks older than most of us. He probably started looking old when he was even younger because he said he started buying cigarettes when he was 14. But then again he could be looking so chao lao because he smokes. Yes, smoking makes you look older. Also, it kills. Please do not smoke. This week I'll be staying out everyday, so if you're reading this and don't have a life, feel free to drop a message in the tag board and wait for osama bin laden to reply.
davier.
Monday, March 14, 2005 | 12:00 AM
maybe one day i'll try to get this printed onto a tshirt or something. 
davier.
Saturday, March 12, 2005 | 10:54 PM
i am starting to hate going out on saturday afternoons, not because of the weekend crowd, but the overpowering presence of flag sellers shoving donation bags in my face everywhere i go. the rugby lessons i had a few months back proved to be useful in avoiding the flag sellers, but it should not have to be this way. i want to be able to walk from the bus to the mrt station without having practice fancy footwork and nearly twisting my ankle in the process. i already have had enough of SOC training in camp.
speaking of SOC training, i have 2 more SOC tests next week. one trial test and one real test. big head really did his planning well. 2 SOCs in one week will make us more garang soldiers. so when the enemy lays any amount of SOC courses in front of us we will clear it with ease and not complain at all. we will not use our engineer tools and demolitions to destroy the obstacles. we will overcome it using our own sweat and blood and make sure we bloody well complete the course within 9 min 30 secs.
some idiot signed me up for our company sports day. i'm supposed to be taking part in long jump, 1500 m run and 110 m hurdles. The long jump and 1500 m run i can deal with, but getting gold for my ippt doesnt mean i can jump over hurdles without crushing my family jewels. i've never dared to risk it trying to jump over hurdles and i dont intend to start now. please. you can take my offs but please leave them alone.
had a citigems commercial flashback when i tried on clothes at topman with donald today. wonder if we'll exchange diamond bracelets when i get married with joanne peh.
btw congrats to mom, dad and ah ma on their baptism. proud of you all.
davier.
Friday, March 11, 2005 | 9:47 AM
i always thought that blogs were for people craving for attention. i believed that blogs were an avenue to let people who you hate know that you hate them and to show off girlfriends. 12 months in the army made me realise that i did need all the attention i could stomach. also, this could be very useful to hint to certain people in my company about how much i want them dead. the showing off girlfriends bit, not so much, since i'm single and available. ahem.
anyway here i am, exhausting my long weekend friday by sitting in front of the computer. but i'd rather do this than to be slaving away at my bronco getting my hands dirty and suffocating myself with my own body odour. this week i have been rather lucky, being posted out to kranji camp for 2 days to test how much milo peng my body can take. in the span of 48 hrs i have gulped down 6 cups and 1 bottle of milo peng. that said, i still haven't beat my own record of 5 cups of milo pengs in half an hour. that was also the same day i discovered that sugar can give u a high similar to booze. but actually the highlight of my kranji camp visit wasn't about the milo pengs. it was escaping the wrath of a perpetually very very angry man and to fix some really f___ed up broncos. i expect a high volume of people visiting this blog in the future so i shouldnt really say anything about that angry man, in case any of his adoring fans reads this. lets just say that i did not believe i'll meet anyone so worthy of retribution. by the way, broncos are the armoured vehicles i'm maintaining and operating in the army, lest you thought i was a horse trainer or something.
thats it for now.
davier.
it's only words