curve or bold?

bold

or curve?

i like it, its nice. slim. and business like. i can update my tweets, surf the net while waiting for people who are really late when it comes to meeting me, etc etc. just that the curve’s an older version, a tad slower and less stylish looking.

but maybe i want to do games too. how?

five!

first it was twenty four. back then, “twenty four” seemed like an eternity.
the first of the twenty four was miserable. but, i forged friendships. through these friendships, i learnt what selflessness was. when people brought back stolen food items. life was miserable, but i was in a company of people who taught me what the lighter side of life was. life was miserable, but thank God for the angel who was by my side. yea, the angel was imperfect, but through the imperfections, the angel was made perfect.
twenty four quickly turned twenty one. we parted ways, we went to different places. and misery started to mutate itself.
misery struck right after christmas that year. i came into this place with a heavy duffel bag and an even heavier heart. i endured misery for all the wrong reasons, i wanted to prove people wrong. but, i gave up, and i quit.
i felt like i lost the battle. the battle of proving people wrong. perhaps they were right about me.
i was alive, but my heart was likened to a lifeless fish. it was eighteen.
i got transferred to heaven. Heaven rocked. the people were great. i made mistakes, but i didnt get punished. heaven was awesome. i had the greatest time of my life in heaven.
then, news came, i was to go back down to earth again, with a heavy heart and a box of farewell chocolates, i left heaven. i came to earth, with a heart full of disbelief. but i impressed people. particularly this person. this person respected my views, even though i was much lower in status than he was. soon, he got left for a different land, while i stayed on. He got me staying on.
now i’m left with five. how will this five unfold? i don’t know. but i know, i’ve done my bestest in these nineteen. this five, is time for me to unwind.

the catching up.

Went out to have a very SAFTI haircut during lunchtime. walked past the canteen and saw someone i really wanted to see (dudes, don’t be crazy, there are no girls in SAFTI.). anyway, had a chat with him and really agreed with him in certain areas. anyways, yes! we need to catch up one day. he really looked dejected.

after catching up with him, i bumped into my NAS officers! sat down, chatted with them. really miss the officers at NAS. oh well, i guess God puts you in places meant for you to shine.

tim’s coming back tonight. yay. welcome home buddie.

“wake up your idea”

goodbyes and hellos.

well, i took leave today, but i went to SAS advanced schools to drop a box of chocolates. well, i gave them to my commander and he joked and said he will have to eat them all. haha. i hope he doesnt. i hope everyone eats one at least. dropped by at tanjong andy (do a search on tanjong andy) and found a slacked captain bernard chilling out with my X.O. 

met up with my financial advisor and we started having girl talk. i realized i can be quite a girl and do girl talk. strolled down for my first cell meeting in 7 months and i was glad to come back to being the resident guitarist of my cell group. feels awesome playing for cell again.my hands damn hurt now, but i’ll do it again next week, and the following week. my member went up to me and said she’s glad i’m back playing cause she feels so at home when i play for cell meetings.

sticky: have you ever wondered why your prayers don’t get answered? because you prayed with you flesh. prayer needs to come from a cry so deep inside of you. try this. try screaming without opening your mouth, voice. you can’t do it no matter how much you try. prayer works the similar way (not the part where it wont work no matter how much you try). this feeling has to be so great from the inside that it moves God. mean what you pray and don’t use repeated words. i guess thats how it is. i think stumbling during prayer is alright (try not to laugh/giggle, cause you’ll make the entire group laugh and you wont be able to continue praying. trust me. first hand experience.)i guess that’s why prayers kids use are so damn innocent yet so damn moving and touches alot of people’s heart. people can FEEL how much you’re putting into your prayer. let alone God. yea. thanks Karen for the pyschedelic…. sermon..

i started doing the rubik’s cube two weeks ago. i must say i’m very impressed with myself. i’m left with two corners that are in the right spot but wrong position. kudos to me! no one can beat my ex OCS wing commander though. i went to the toilet once and saw him trying to solve a 5 by 5. when i was done with my weewee, i walked back and the cube was almost done. 

Tomorrow’s saturday!- Random

omg, i’m into timbaland’s the way i are. NO, what the heck is happening to me. i’ve been into J.T’s sexyback, Flo Rida’s Low and now, timbaland’s the way i are. Bad music is infiltrating my world and i can’t do anything about it.- Random

oh, for the record, i think my ex ocs instructor Verdy’s a great guy who changed alot since the first time i met him. he changed from a man of showing me the international ihateyou sign to the man who sees signs and wonders. Verdy is the new rock.

cows, rubiks cube and a whole lotta love

i love fridays because its really like a fun day to work. everyone’s playing around with everyone. even my commanders. can you imagine my commanders coming up to me and asking me to wear smart 4 top navy bottom? in a regimental institute? Lunch was cow at billy bombers and desert was a cute server. had cow again when i met kristy to chill, and cow yet again for supper.

i’ve been spending the good part of my office hours trying to solve a stupid thing called the rubik’s cube and i can’t seem to even complete step one which is really frustrating. i refuse to believe i’m retarded. 

i’m currently musefied and wolfmotherish. guess my ipod’s going to be a happy ipod. =)

of rowena espressos and situational awareness.

one of my bosses came up to me and told me to try and figure out how to use the ROWENA espresso that has been idling around the table. thus, i’m reopening NASbucks, the fanciful name for NAVAL Advanced Schools pantry. so i spent the entire day reading up on coffee and coffeebeans. 

my X.O came up to me and asked me to do a research on situational awareness. so i did a sermon for him. i preached as if there was no tomorrow for 2min. and he really loved it. he asked me to type it out and send it to him. To sum it up here, situational awareness is about being wise. the entire process is borken down into three stages. Perception, Comprehension, and Projection.

random thoughts — Mo Mo’s brother just got enlisted today. i wonder if she wandered off Ladang Ave into Sanyongkong and got lost. i like my commanders. they drive me for lunch EVERYDAY. i must get chocolates for them. OHH! chocolates! =)