I've survived. We've survived, the 4week long parade mania is finally over.


Like, WEE~

Ok, so I'm a few shades darker, but at least I don't look sickly pale anymore, especially it doesn't go well with my skinny frame anyway.


So so so.

The next biggest thing to look out for in my lil life, has to be the supposedly planned trip overseas with Azhar, Chris, Gwen, Min, Shawn and the unconfirmed rest. Man, what would I give now to have a getaway from parades and boredom in S'pore? It'll be always nice to have a change of environment from time to time, and I'd like to see some nice lush ala carribbean beachy thingy and white sand and that kinda nonsense.


And yes, I just found I can go and trade it my ipod at the epidcenter thingy at Wheelock. I'm so going. Provided they open on sundays. If not, I don't see any other time to go. It's like dream come true, minus the money part. I'm busting my budget this month badly. But hey, we only live once right? But then again, we live everyday, and money is tided over day by day.... And that sucks.


Sometimes I can't stand people who exaggerate for the point for attracting attention. I mean, maybe it's one thing that if the exaggeration's funny, but sometimes you'll get that it's just to outshine the others. Especially with the "no, it's like...." Sometimes, even though it's all in the name of fun, it can get overboard. But then again, it might be me being judgemental.

Oh well.


On to better days. I still don't think I'm the same anymore.



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Erh.

Home. Week of parades is finally here, and will be over in a few days time. And on to next bigger things.


Something I wrote randomly:

He flew.
Out to the fields where dreams grew.
Out to the places only they knew.
Out to the freedom of the big blue.
Out to the fear where demons he slew.
Out there, he flew.


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2a.m, and now I start blogging. Of all the times.


So today, or rather yesterday was a day of surprise, as Fuquan and Derrick puts it.

We had our parade rehearsal cancelled, for the grace of whomever's up in the heavens, thank him/her for finally realising that we don't need that much practice as much as the contingents. Or so I think la, I mean, what we need to practice can be done somewhere else better sheltered. And yes, I think most of us are parade-trained, so I don't think we deserve the as many rehearsals as the contingents thingy.

Anyway, so I went to Funan today with Jeremiah Francisco, Fuquan and Derrick, in search for a new game to entertain myself with, namely Dead Rising. Bloody hell, it took a heck load of time to reach that place, and we gathered that someone hated us for not going elsewhere and thus directed us in such and evil way that made us spend at least 40 minutes walking to Funan. Tsk.

Funan was really like, part heaven for me. Part, cos I only dig the gaming part of Funan. The rest I don't get. And I came home empty-handed anyway, Dead Rising was going for $95 frigging bucks for the US import. I'm sure there is the local version, cos I once saw it at Simlim before. I'll so go there some time soon.
Yeah, G.R.A.W 2's out too, and $79 is abit too stiff for a game. I'll wait for the prices to drop, I'm sure they will.


OH yes. It's Zhen Hua our Red Beret percussionist's birthday today, so Happy Birthday to him, and tomorrow's Yeong Chee's birthday. We kinda surprised them at Swensen's at Northpoint, at which there was like great service compared to the other outlets I think, maybe cos it was the little things that really made our visit there enjoyable.

And yes, I think I'm quite man after all. I caught a roach! Kill it infact. It was in my sis's room threatening to kill her or something from the way my sis was screaming away. So I valiantly tried to catch it with a plastic bag, of which I made the inital stupid mistake of thinking I didn't have it in my hand after I caught it and releasing it into the room again.

It disappeared somewhere, for quite a while, until it reappeared, like 10 mins later. I was too annoyed to try to catch it with my hands and plastic bag idea again, so I went straight to the insecticide. Damn I tell you, I can really understand why roaches are one of the grossest things on earth. The way they wriggle is enough to make me puke. Blargh.


Oh yes, I need to even my tan, so I either need to go to some beach to tan, or swim. Hm. Anyone?

Regret,
Ends up in
Grief.
Repeatedly.
Every
Time.

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Sunburnt.

Flu.


Underpaid.


Not good at all, not good at all.



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Home. And finally able to sleep on my own bed for one night.


Let's pray for no mosquitoes.


So like hell parade week has begun full swing, and yes, I'm amazingly still alive. Well it hasn't been really that terrible or anything unbearable yet, but then again, I may be speaking too early, like always.

So the 88's have gotten back their results, and yes, you've survived that day, and the world is still spinning even if you didn't do as you expected. Congrats to all those who did better than they expected, and to those who didn't, don't worry. There's always something that you can do out there. Just that you haven't found it yet. Or there's always FASS. Sadly, there's where I am, but hey, that's where I wanna be.


And really, I'm so tired I can't gather anything to write here properly.

*deep breath*

Oh yes, Fors smsed me this which kinda made me agree and laugh.
She said: "why in 7 hells do you have so many parades? Who listens anyway?"


Totally, totally true.

Who listens anyway? Except for the drumbeats, I think we're all redundant. We spend days in the sun rehearsing, hours being screwed if we don't play well, and in the end, all we get is that people mistake us for being related to the MDC.

Like, bloody hell.

We're so not dancers man. Even though our motto may not be really very "man" stuff which includes words like "overcome", "excel", "kill", "destroy", "annihilate", or anything along those lines, and that we make music, that doesn't make us any less important that we deserve service pay. Like, the amount of parades we go down is equivalent to those chiong sua days you spend outfield. And in outfield, at least you move around, while we stand still in the shamelessly hot sun.


Fair not, I ask all of you???

I want more pay.

I want more pay.

Seriously, the idea of parade pay, from erh, Benny or Zhen Hua or Zhong Wei or Francisco or Yiming or Farhan is a DAMN good idea. Well at least it gives us the incentive to really put in alot more effort.


Sigh. Like who does really gives a rat's ass to the people who work in the background. We all like to feel important sometimes, don't we?

I still smile when I can.


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If anyone really wants to know, I'm on parade rehearsals for like, everyday minus monday, but it doesn't make any difference does it?

Parades parades parades. I swear we're the most under-paid unit around. The no. of parades we attend can be compared to all those chiong sua nonsense that the combat units say they go to.


Anyway, tomorrow's the release of the A level results.

Like, I survived my release of the results anxiety thingy, so I think alot of other people should too. And since I passed my A's with like, normal results, so anyone else should be able to do too.


Maybe I'll post new year pics when I get more time.


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