Mouthful of Rainwater

You. 
Can. 
Only. 
Type. 
One. 
Word.  

Not  as easy as you might think.  




1. Where  is your cell phone? 
fucked....  

2.  where is your boyfriend/girlfriend?  
FuCkEd:(  

3. Your hair?: 
{FUCK}  

4.  Your mother? 
*beep*  

5. Your favorite  item?: 
FCUK  

6. Your dream last night?:  
fuckZZZZ  

7. Your favorite drink?  
fucksi  

8. Your dream car?: 
fuckswagon  

9.  The room you are in? 
kfcu  

10. Your  ex?: 
fucked:((  

11. Your fear? 
FUCKed   

12. What do you want to be in 10 years?  
fucker  

13. Who did you hang out with  last night? 
fuckers  

14. last thing  bought? 
FCUK  

16. hang out? 
fUcK  

17:  One of your wish list items? 
fuck  

18:  Time for? 
fUck  

19. The last thing you did?  
fuck  

20. What are you wearing?  
fuck\\\  

22. Your favorite book?  
F.U.C.K  

23. The last thing you ate?  
fuckcake  

24. Your life? 
fuck...  

25.  Your mood? 
fuck  

26. your friends?  
*beep*  

27. What are you thinking about  right now? 
F  

28. Your transport?  
Fuckcycle  

29. What are you doing at  the moment? 
fuck  

30. What you did last summer? 
fuck  

31. Your relationship status? 
fucked  

32. What is on your tv?  
fuckshow  

33. When was the last time  you laughed? 
fuckhaha  

34. Last time  you cried? 
fuckboohoo  

35. School: 
flucked

Responded to a call yesterday about a man who burns paper at his corridor and throws them down to the first floor of his flat. It was just before I change shift and the whole incident that was supposed to conclude in an hour or so, escalated to last more than 4 hours. Athough I am not suppose to reveal any details of the incident, I thought there was a certain topic I wanna bring up and share with people who wanna read this blog (which has been stagnant and infesting with dengue mosquitoes by now).

It was the fact that this man (in his 40s) was living alone in his apartment. (note: the underline word) However, this was not an isolated case. While I was waiting below the block during the incident, there was another elderly man, walking in his walking stick, harrassing my crew. The man was trying to grab our attention by asking how he could get to  "Ang Sua" aka Bukit Merah aka Red Hill. He then exclaimed that he's not local and that he's a Japanese, supporting it with a "Wa ta shi wa nipon ji desu" monologue. If you had seen his expression, I don't think you will even believe, however given the benefit of doubt, let us just assume he's really not local. But what made me felt a bit sympathetic was the fact that he was desperate for our attention. Very desperate in fact.

Just when my crew and I thought that the day had ended with our acquaintances with not very normal behaving people, we saw an old lady walking past, talking to a stray cat like it was her son.

Anyway, what I wanted to draw from these three cases is not that I wanna make you guys laugh at the weird encounters. Besides, this entry is not meant to be funny. I just felt that something was not right and that things are not painted as beautiful as one will depict Singapore to be like. The HDB block I responded to was occupied mostly by elderly people who live alone. Alone meaning all by themselves. plays the Celine Dion songin the background. 

No family, no friend, no love/sex, no life. 
They pack their homes with discarded items, hoping these stuff will help bring back some lost memories. 
Cooping in a room, with no one to talk to has led to desperation for attention.
 
I ain't a psychologist. I don't know what these people felt. What drove them to their behaviour. But I truly understand how loneliness felt. Sometimes, you walk in a crowded street alone, watching people engaging in conversations, watching lovers smooching away, watching families holding hands to cross the road. The feeling that you want someone next to you will immensely drive you to depression. To some, depression is one, to others, there are other kinds of emotion involved as well. That's why different people react differently to loneliness.

When you feel lonely, you can call a friend. But I think the people I saw are those who couldn't. Or perhaps, they did try to call but no one answered.

Anyway, I hope people reading this entry can understand how I'm feeling now. I will never leave my parents or loved ones living in solitary. They may choose to live alone because they respect the fact that you want to be independent from them but they don't want you to ignore them completely as if they are invisible.

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 Working in a fire station for the past month had been a fairly exuberant experience. Lack of sleep, nutrition and hectic amount of paper work aside, I am able to see a lot more things than I used to. Probably, it was because my station's boundary include many old and often neglected places. I have much more stories to share, but prolly not suitable to blog. In addition, I hardly come online nowadays, thus I hope friends here can understand.

I'm kinda touched to hear from some that they miss reading my entries and my bullshits. If you miss me, then book an appointment to meet up with me. I can be a bigger bullshit in person, you know. Plus I talk with my signature dramatic gestures and tones, you can't help but believe that I really won a Life! theatre award before (it's 2004 btw....) keke

Attached here is a not very recent but most recent photo I took. The background is none other than a resort in Batam. Yeah, I finally stepped my foot out of Singapore despite so many numerous attempts of exclaiming I wanna go abroad, i.e. Japan, Korea, so on and so forth. I've slimmed down even more now. So slim I think I'm anorexic. Every morning, when I eat my roti while working, I want to puke. Really. Just yesterday, I was eating white bread with ham and cheese and the roti from my throat suddenly reverse and then I taste something sour (prolly my gastric juice). Then another day, I was eating my fried bee hoon and the bee hoon I was eating came out from my nostrils for no apparent reason. I think they are trying to avoid my stomach. I dunno why.

Anyway, hopefully my health gets back in shape and I can be a hunk again. "Wo shou gou le!"

Rainnabe

 

Scorpio (Oct 23 - Nov 21)

The Bottom Line

If you've been feeling bored with life lately, today it's time to take a small risk.

In Detail

If you've been feeling a bit bored with your life lately, today it's time for you to take a small risk (but nothing too radical). Put yourself in a situation where you could be rejected or come out with less than you put in. This is not a day to spend all your money on lottery tickets -- but maybe it is the day to ask out someone who has been giving you the eye, to try out a new hairstyle, or attempt to whip up a gourmet dinner.

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Not that I choose to believe in fate but fate always pulls a big one on you when you least expects it. So to believe or not to believe, that is a question.

I dun think I have anyone who's giving me an eye, neither do I have enough hair to try a new hairstyle (putting on a wig is not counted), so I guess I will attempt to whip up a gourmet dinner. Will be baking more brownies and bringing them to camp tomorrow to feed the men.

c_nairda

P.s I wanna go Batam this chinese new year for a getaway cum massage (clean one). Whoever's keen to accompany me, kindly gimme a buzz. Arigatou Gozaimasu.

10 minutes before I started typing this sentence, I was struggling to wake my Acer Aspire ancestor version up. What appeared on the screen was a thin bright white line and everything else was black. Then I gave it a few tight slaps and the screen slowly went back to normal. But my Rain wallpaper looks like an oil painting. Frustrated, I switch the main switch off .

(For the uninitiated, that is not the right thing to do to your computer. You must gently click on the start button and select shut down before you push the main electrical switch. I dunno what's the reason but the teacher says you cannot do that.)

Actually, my Acer aspire has been sick all these while due to old age. (btw, it still runs on Windows 98) And as one grows older, more problems will set in. Last weekend, I had a three-day attachment to a fire station. Not only do we (me and two other course mates) have to follow the fire rota, we also followed the ambulance for 12 hours. (But because there was only one ambulance allocated, we each took a four-hour slot). I had a total of three calls for the four hour slot and all these calls were responding to three elderly persons. The first was an elderly women who had acute chest pain. The second was an elderly man who had a stroke previously. The third, which I had a more vivid memory was regarding an elderly man with urinary tract infection. Before sending him to hospital, I helped the paramedic clean the blood and pus coming out from his you-know-what. Actually this was nothing compared to my good ol' days back in army when I was serving as a commando medic. During Ranger course period, there were multiple casualties at one time (no kidding, I actually had to tend to about 20 ranger trainees at one time). During these mass casualties (most / all of them collapsed due to physical and heat exhaustion), me and usually two other medics will usually tend to a few casualties at the same time. To speed things up, we usually take turns doing one task per person. Like one of the medic will take charge of taking parameters, one will do infusion, the other will push casualties to BCU (basic cooling unit) one by one. Dunno why, I'm always the one doing the insertion of the rectal thermometer. Darn. Once, after poking like more than 10 ranger's arses, my friend pointed out that I had shit sticking on my hair. Gasp. Btw, its not because I like poking people's arses. I believe I have an affinity with things associated with shit. I actually ate shit before during my commando days. Serious.

Alright, back to my comp problem. Today, I went down to Central fire station heritage gallery to custom make a fire fighter windbreaker. As it was just opposite Funan the IT mall, I dropped by to look at the mini PC fair. Other than the chio PC fair gals, I browse at the numerous PC and laptops on sale. But as a computer idiot, I dun realli know which is the best to buy. I also din want to buy anything on impulse and regret later. Moreover, computers are not cheap like oranges. You cannot say throw away if it's not good.

I'm thinking of getting a laptop. Something not too advance, or too backward. I dun do complex programming or video editing so I dun need those with very big rams, graphic card or I-dunno-what. I use it to surf net, prolly lan gaming, do some basic office presentation. Also, I want something light and floppy disk accessible. Gahmen agencies' comps still live in the prehistoric age of being only floppy disk-accessible. That's about it.

Oh yes, final ex has started. That means I only have a few more weeks before POP. I want to go travelling in Japan / Korea after POP (I have 8 days block leave). Anyone has any lobang in getting cheap air tickets? I dun mind low quality travelling...

Rainnabe     
   

First and foremost, lemme wish everyone reading this journal a Happy Pig Year (for the uninitiated, 2007 is the year of the pig according to the Lunar Calendar)!!!


Last year, I broke several traditions, practices, plates, cups, hearts and all. Other than taking up a new job, new sleeping habits, new bed buddies, new Ah kah ji (means get along very well, hang out together all the time in hokkien) khakis, new lifestyle and I didn't send out any christmas cards last year ( I always send tons of cards to all my friends on christmas every year, but cos of tests and exercises in camp, I just couldn't do it this year). Gomenasai.

I even forgot to write a list of new year resolutions, which I will never fail to do every year. Since I miss out doing it on 1st of Jan, I shall make it up now. Before I start, lemme recap what I achieved last year. This was last year's resolution. Dun believe, check out my entry last year.

(1) Settle down, find a good career, no more job-hopping.

(2) Find my beau and have a wonderful time together.

(3) Stay young, cute, handsome and get a good complexion.

(4) Let Dreams Fly.

(5) Maintain good physique and healthy lifestyle (regular gym and sports).

(6) Go for my long awaited holiday (overseas, Sentosa not counted)

(7) My family to grow closer and stay healthy.

(8) Get to know better friends and get rid of unsincere ones.

(9) World Peace, less diseases, less calamities, terrorist attacks.

(10) Myself to smile more. A friend commented that I look better when I smile. I tried to smile at least 16 times one day (yes, I actually counted) and I felt good. Hopefully, by the end of year 2006, I can smile at least 5,840 times. :)

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Alright, here's for year 2007,

1) Do well for my job.

2) Get attached. For god sake, this was on my resolution list since year 2004 and till now I still can't smell a f%*^.
3) I don't want a teddy bear. I don't want a fuck buddy. All I want for new year is someone who is true and sincere. 
4) Be able to pick up dancing (again), a martial art, musical instrument or something.
5) Backpacking in Japan/ Korea, then hopefully I knock into a Japanese/ Korean babe and we got married and have lots of mixed blood babies.

6) Finish repaying my study loan.
7) Get my driving license.
8) Look younger and more handsome year by year.
9) Stay healthy, fit and muscular.

10) Everyone around me to be happy.

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Gonna POP (passing out parade) soon. Just finished my sixth theory paper yesterday (2 more in Feb). And yes, I buang it. I studied and tried my best. But calculations, physics, chemistry and engineering shit just aint my cup of tea and I suck at it. Haven got the results yet but I had problems doing quite a number of problem sums. Hopefully I can pass.
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Rainnabe


Miss Incredible Vs Robin

 Rain's latest hit "I'm coming" from new album, "Rain's world". Yeah, and its just one more month to his concert. *Hip hip hooray. Gonna get the ticket today despite unable to find a companion to watch the concert with. 

Rain's prob watch X-men 3 and drew his inspiration from Angel. Anyway, although it isn't all that original, the MV was beautifully taken with the ever- stylo dance moves and cool grooves. Plus, some anti-war motive was included. Probably a hint to the north-south korea relationship. (This is my personal viewpoint, might not be the case).

What the fuck am I busy with lately?

Have been very very busy lately as Rainnabe's been training very hard for the Standard Chartered Singapore Marathon. Alot of running. Plus, a lot of theory tests coming up in camp. December is like my exam period. I've got 6 papers to study, you know. And they are all fire engineering related. Asking an Art student, like Rainnabe to do an engineering module is already a killer. 6 papers are like... asking Rainnabe to commit suicide 6 times. Anyway, I will gambate despite lady luck not shining on my side. Taking the quote from a director who directed me for a show last time, " You have to work triple hard in order to be on par with the rest. "

What doesn't kill you will only make you stronger.

Happy Birthday to me 

A million "Thank yous" to all those who wished me on 17th Nov 2006. That was last Friday. It was a memorable day for me, esp. when my camp mates came into my room with a cake on 16th Nov, 12 am. It was a pleasant surprise and I really appreciate it even though you guys took off my pants and pillar me against my bed post. No pain. Thank L. (also for putting me up at ur place again) and burong tiong for lim jiu and playing billiard with me till late.

Rainnabe would also like to thank halrickbin for giving him a birthday treat at Big O this year. Plus a dozen of people who sent me smses since 7am till 2359 (L. was the last to wish me), I really appreciate a lot. In fact, I never had so many people remembering, wishing and celebrating my birthday for me in this entire 26 years of my life. Oh yes, my mum got me a new bicycle. And I jumped for joy. (sometimes I really behave like a 6-year-old).

Alright, I gotta go Suntec to collect my running pack and meet L. to go study for my tests later. Hope to update this blog again after this siong period.

L.O.V.E (Lanjiao On the Verge of Ejaculation)
Rainnabe
-pardon my language :)

"Mister lover lover... oooh... you are a mister bombastic, very fantastic...."

Still remember the Levi's ad some time ago with plasticine 3D humans flirting? That song was the commercial's theme song, sung (rap or mumbled) by Shaggy. Anyway, I'm not trying to be nostalgic here. Just that few days back, I stayed over a friend's place and we were flipping through the SDU "duet" magazine and all of a sudden we started talking and discussing about how to become a "perfect lover". According to the mag, if I still remember clearly, they say guys should (1) go to their girlfriends' place and help them tidy up their cupboard of lingeries. 

My female friends thought this was a sick thing to do, I thought so too. However, I thought it was a nice thing for a guy who have the courage to go buy sanitary napkins for his gf. Well, I did that for my sis and a female friend before. That time, the salesgirl/ cashier asked me who I bought it for. I told her my friend had a heavy period and is currently stuck in the toilet. And then the salesgirl exclaims "It's so sweet of a guy to do that and now very rare to have guys like me." At that moment, I didn't thought about whether  it was a romantic/sweet gesture on my part but that if I didn't go buy it, my friend would have to walk around with a patch of red (like the Japanese flag) on her white skirt.

Maybe I'm born with a thicker-than-normal skin, I don't find it embarrassing to buy a condom in watson's too. (I used to help my dad buy since I was in Secondary school cos he's too paiseh. Wanna fuck also paiseh. What the fuck.) Or walk into a sex shop to buy a toy. Kids also buy alot of toys so why adults cannot. Anyway, it's not as if I'm going to play the toy in public. Just go in, grab a toy, put it inside a black plastic bag and walk out with a smirk on my face. Voila! That's it, so simple. Nothing to be paiseh about. Alright, back to the topic... I dun feel paiseh to touch my girlfriend's lingerie. Just that, I'm too lazy to tidy up any cupboard. My cupboard @ CDA needs me badly to tidy up. So just arrow me to do anything, except tidy up cupboard. Besides, I dunno how to fold bra and panties. I thought people just chuck it into a drawer until it becomes mountain high. Then they buy a new cupboard. Nevermind.

(2) Put down the toilet seat after using.
This one is very simple. I think it's quite gentlemanly to do that also cos the user has the initiative to spare a thought for his female counterpart. But let me add another point to this action. I suggest that the user should also rinse some water on the toilet seat then wipe dry with toilet paper first before putting down the seat. I think it's worse if u put down a toilet seat full of pee. 

So my friends and I were @ this topic about perfect lovers. We suggested other stuffs like buying expensive presents (so superficial), doing stupid things together like running in the rain (so stupid), bla bla bla. Some female mates thought a guy who can dance and shake his butt like nobody's business is rare and so is a good point a perfect lover should possess. Without question, Rainnabe was the perfect candidate since most people who had witness him shaking his butt before knows that he is one guy who can shake his butt like it is going to drop out of his hips the next minute. 

Oh yeah, we all also thought that guys or gals who can cook well are a good catch. I can cook and I think quite a number of guys these days knows how to whip up something (instant noodles not counted) since some took up home economics back in school. (during my time, guys used to do only technical in school) So in order to be different, I decided to pick up baking. Something that would be more rare. (actually, part of the reason was my fetish for cakery stuff and ambition to set up a desert shop like Bakerzin next time) Coincidentally, I need to do some topic for a presentation for SCDF, so I thought food would be something everyone would like to hear, see and could understand easily. So there I was, trying hard to pick up baking with the help of two other friends

halrickbin

bloodyaugust

I will be baking more brownies this weekend, so I can perfect my recipe. Next time, you see rainnabe on the street, ask him if you can come his place so he can bake brownies for you to eat.

 
me playing desperate househusband

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Other than baking, something else's cooking at my house. My family is currently away for holidays in Malaysia so most of the time, nobody's home. That also mean that I can watch more porn and walk naked around my house whenever I like. Lol. 

Last weekend, a police came over my house (not becos of me flashing) to inform me that someone's been vandalising at my block. The culprit wrote my house and my neighbour's house number with paint on the walls of an opp. unit. The owner called the police so he came over my place to investigate.

At first, I thought my neighbour borrowed money from loan shark. Cos similar stuffs happened like six months ago. But just now when I got home, my neighbour informed me that my corridor and her corridor were being set up fire last night at around 3 am. What the hell. My corridor had burnt marks all over. My neighbour told me that her husband didn't borrow money from anyone and they had already settled their financial problems long ago. She had informed the town council and that she suspected it was this female down syndrome neighbour we have on the same floor. Actually that neighbour of mine was only slightly retarded. She's very normal and could work and earn for a living. But sometimes, she has her mood swings. She used to love my niece alot. However, at times she gets very violent. So as a worried uncle and my mum as a worried grandma, we had to chase her away everytime she tries to grab my niece violently. My neighbour always help us keep a lookout. We actually didn't suspect her until one day, a paramedic came to my block and said someone called the ambulance for a casualty in my house unit. Upon questioning and call tracing, they confirmed the call was made by a female who couldn't enunciate her words very well and that the call was made from the unit the girl stayed.

My family didn't want to make neighbourly relationships sour so just informed the girl's parents and requested they keep a closer lookout for their daughter. It's been a while since we encountered such problem. This time it was worse as my house almost caught fire.

According to my neighbour, SCDF came to put out fire @ my corridor. My neighbour wasn't at home until the fire was put out. I really cannot imagine if I'm now at a firestation receiving a calll that my house's corridor in on fire. What an irony.

I guess now I have to wait for my parents to come back from their trip and hopefully we would make a police report before something worse can happen.

Rainnabe     

I tried posting an entry last sunday but before I clicked the "update journal" button, my comp hung on me. Instead of lan lan retype everything again (or slam the pc with anything in my hand, plus mumble a couple of "cheebyes", which I would usually do), I decided to pack my stuff and go back camp early instead. Hopefully, the same thing doesn't happen today.

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Last Friday, I had my virginal (NOT vagina) real fire fighting experience. A big fire (Straits Times claims it's the biggest recent fire happened locally) broke out at a warehouse @ Sungei Gadoh (if you've been following the news , u would know). Anyway, because I'm still under training and just got my fire badge, I got to wear my breathing apparatus set and spray water at the fire inside the building. During training, holding the nozzle and putting out a simulated fire seems "kacang" (means peanuts in malay) but on a real fire scene, things prove more difficult and stressful. Upon reaching the scene, there were already fire fighters from the fire stations putting out the fire. Because many of them were tired from the intense fire fighting, all the trainees in my course (who were supposed to be there to look see look see) were deployed to take over. We sectioned ourselves in fours and my team was the second to enter the building. I was taken aback when I first saw the state of burning. The floor above us had already collapse and I was walking in knee deep of diesel-oil paint suspension. Everything was black (like Little India) and smoking and new flames could be seen igniting from many corners. I couldn't remember how long I was inside because all the time, I was either putting out any newly ignited fire or pulling hoses for my section mates. When another section took over and we went back to the assembly point, I realised how tired my shoulders were. (they 're still aching now)

Anyway, I had no regrets. In fact, it was a rare experience and I find it very meaningful especially when a man came to us later with a box of HtwoO and thanking us for our help. I was nearly moved to tears (ah, my emotional side) but cannot cry lah... cos the camera is running (haha, channelnewsasia is filming lor). Believe it or not, when we return back to camp to wash our attire, we found some parts of our fire fighting bunker suit and boots had actually melted. 

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To reward myself from all my tough training, I decided to buy myself a good new phone since my old set had been with me for 1 year and 9 months and its battery is already giving me problems. 

old set: Panasonic (I forgot its model already)
new phone: Sony Ericsson W850i


I remember I wrote an entry on this blog bashing Sony ericsson and telling everyone not to buy their products before. But these series of walkman phones by Sony ericsson had been proven by my friends to be of good quality, so I thought I might as well give them another chance.

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Oh yeah, about this entry's topic title "offering everyone a lollipop". It's definitely not about what I just talked about above (fire-fighting and my new phone) Instead, it's about an observation I made about myself recently. (although I always complain about the lack of time to do many stuffs, I seem to have a lot of time making observations and reflecting upon myself)

Anyway, what I wanna say is that I feel that I'm evolving into a man-pleaser instead of a man-eater. I seem to talk nicely to people nowadays and use less swear words. On the down side, I seem to be trying to please everyone. I praise people more than putting people down. I didn't get a chance to quarrel or raise my voice to/with anyone. In addition, I am now more of a "yes" man than rejecting people straight in the face. And this is definitely NOT the real me.
 
It could probably be due to the nature of my job. I've brought over all the  "Yes, sir", "Yes, encik" outside my work. I can't believe that even when I'm meeting some friends I would greet them first or praise how good they look. I'm doing stuff I thought was very PR and hypocritical. I think it might be karma, the more you hate anything and pray hard that these things won't happen to you, the more it will happen. Like one of my campmates who have an intense dislike/discrimination for Indians, end up partnering Indians all the time. 

All these playing the "nice guy" sometimes makes me feel bewildered. And all the honey that comes out from my mouth is giving me goosebumps.
 
Nice guys will always end up as losers (if you recall one of my earlier entries I talked on why nice guys will always end up as losers). I dun want to be nice because I dun want to lose. 

Rainnabe

Another boring night, another boring Rainnabe sitting on his boring chair, munching his boring twisties, looking at his boring computer screen and trying to battle with his faulty mouse, squinting at his flickering computer screen, talking to friends on msn who would type "yawn" and grumble "sian" as Rainnabe tells them about his old grandfather tales about his life in his boring camp @ the most "uluh" part of Singapura.

Another boring day, another boring Rainnabe going thru his usual weekend routine, which is gym at Bedok Clubfitt, then order his same old MacChicken student's meal @ Whitesands Macdonalds', then walk one round inside NTUC fairprice trying to look for things to buy, then buy the same usual stuff like Sobe soya bean milk, vitasoy, HtwoO, picnic ham, cheese, bonjour bread, then get out of NTUC fairprice and walk one round inside Watson's and walk out not buying anything.

Another boring weekend, another boring Rainnabe booking out, hoping to jio some khakis to go chiong @ MOS, Zouk or butter factory, but nobody's free, so Rainnabe thought he could do something different like watching a different movie from last week and last last week and last last last week and last last last last week, ad nauseum, watever, it's still watching movie...

Another boring week, another boring Rainnabe training very very hard for his camp's inter course firemanship competition and winning it in the end, plus doing guard duty, plus attending lectures and visiting bomb shelter, plus doing 5BX in the morning, plus eating roti prata for breakfast every Friday, plus doing heaps of laundry, reading heaps of lecture notes, doing ladder, rollgliss, LF drills uncountable times, eating heaps of rice, drinking gallons of syrup water and finally passing out heaps of really boring shit.

 So, dear God (whether Jesus, Allah, Mary, Goddess of Mercy, Yu Huang Da di, Buddha, etc., etc.) please grant Rainnabe a more interesting life. I dun care what you do. Give him more money, get him a girlfriend or fuck buddy or ECA, just make him get out of this regimental and routine humdrum life. Make him laugh, cry, jump and shout rather than stone and rot. He deserves something better cos he has always been a good boy.

Rainnabe
P.s no pics for this entry cos it's meant to be boring...
P.p.s not to worry, I'm consolidating all my recent pics, will be doing a picture story soon.
P.p.p.s for those who wanna see Rain's pics instead, fuck off, cos I'm goin to put my pictures instead. No lar, I still like Rain but no time to practise his dance moves and upload his pics from the fan site.
P.p.p.p.s yawn, gonna sleep liao... good nite!   

No room for those 'in between'. I cannot say I am a boy but behave like a gal or behave like a boy when I'm a gal (which I can't do obviously since I'm not born a gal). Anyway, that's how everyone sees everyone. 

Alright, so what's my point here? Well, I dunno. The thought just lingers (do ya have to, do ya have to... let it linger...) on my mind today for no apparent reason. Maybe subconsciously I felt that some people has been saying that how come mannish-looking Rainnabe sometimes react or behave like a little woman (xiao nu ren). Or maybe my tough fire fighting training and strict diet (I'm currently trying to cut down on fatty food to prepare for a marathon which I'm going to participate in Nov) is giving me hallucinations. 

Forget all this crap I'm talking. I haven been updating this blog for some time already. So here's a quick recap of what I did recently. First and foremost, I've survived Brunei and came back in one piece. I've conquered Bukit Lutut with little effort and only lost 2 kilos instead of 10 which I previously predicted. However, the sandflies in Ubin and wet weather in Brunei Darusalam made my skin feel like a snake skin with all the bite and blister marks. But not to worry, after soaking in Marigold HL low fat, high protein fresh milk for qi qi si shi jiou tian (translates as seven times seven equals forty nine days) Rainnabe has regained (more or less) his healthy glowing skin. 

Another good news is that Rainnabe attained an IPPT Commando gold result last week. 
2.4km timing : 9 min
SBJ: 249
situp: 44
chin-up: 17
shuttle run (my weakest station): 10 sec

Rainnabe also visited and successfully chiong Ministry of Sound (MOS) with a group of his camp mates
last week. So long never chiong, heng his bones not rusty.
 
Tantric's organizing a fashion show and Rainnabe was lucky to be invited to parade. (dunno why, he din even win leh..) The show is on 3 Nov, if I'm not wrong. Come and support hor. 

Oh yes, Rainnabe has finally finished his powerpoint projects. (which explain why the poor chap has no time to update his blog). For the uninitiated, my training not only include the physical fire fighting but also doing powerpoint slides like the good ol' days in NUS. Brain and brawn are equally important.

That's all for this entry, I guess. I wanted to write more but my brain refuses to work. It's too tired cos Rainnabe has just came back from a blind date and had used too much brain cells. Anyway, promise to write more next time.

Yeah, more photos will come in too. Tis' I promise you.

So long,

Rainnabe

As I drink up my weekly dosage of 2,600 mg HTC collagen AKA Fancl Tense up EX (forgive me, old man needs some tonics to nourish his daily weathered skin) and watch my number 4 doing 360 degree spins in the washing machine, I suddenly recall I haven't been updating this blog for some time. Probably, everyone have forgotten Rainnabe's sordid existence since no one bothers to call or sms to check whether I'm still breathing. Darn...

Nuff' said, my life has recently gone thru many Ups and Downs. Nope, I'm not sitting on a see-saw. Training at CDA (Civil Defence Academy) is exciting, strenuous, at the same time, happy and sad. Although, the hose, ladder, hydrant, Hazmat, rope-tying, rescue equipment drills drains all my energy everyday, they also enriches my poor lonely soul.

Staying single was a heaven, then, it turns into a chore. Then, I got very very sick. Now, I just hope to get out of it. I'm not sure why going through a military regime-sort-of life makes people feel they need a family or some kind of support (like those neck support paramedics would cuff on the victims from a road traffic accident). Sometimes, I felt I needed someone for me to play a nice boyfriend, husband, father or even a grandfather to. It felt similar to the time I was going thru the gruelsome 2 and a half years of Commando NS (sorry, dun mean to act "gungho" but I'm still full of pride). In the past, I thought it was not nice to find a companion during national service or when you feel like you're going thru hell. It felt like you're making use of that someone to forget all the hardship and becos you felt most lonely and vulnerable, you want to have someone to love, hate and french kiss during the precious weekend to forget all about the weekdays. But then, thinking about it again, actually this wasn't the only period where I felt I needed to get attached. I've been quite desperate all along, even when I was doing the journalism job. I'm not yearning for it because I'm hating my life (in fact, I kinda love it and can't wait to book in every Sunday, haha). I'm sincerely sincerely yearning for it. *looks at my audience fervently with bambi eyes

Alrite, let me get back on track... Other than bunking in with 32 other hunky firemen (not forgetting the 33rd hunk, none other than Rainnabe, who is slowly transforming into a Louis Khoo look-alike, with a much chiselled and tanned look), Rainnabe, also called c_nairda, also get to play with so many different gadgets during training. A colleague was pointing out that I seem very joyful doing the water mist gun drill (WMG 1600) like a kid playing with water from the Bugis Junction fountain.

Not to bore you guys with all my fireman-this-and-fireman-that, my weekends have also been very colourful (which explains why I haven been updating my blog). Met up with many old friends, hang out with my same usual gang of people, as well as venturing to places I haven visited or experienced, not to forget my weekly Sentosa island life. Thank Eric, halrickbin ,Regina, bloodyaugust , KC, blah blah blah friends who kept me company during my weekends. I still have a lot of freetime and tomorrow is a public holiday and I still haven got any plans what to do. So wat are you all waiting for? Book for an appointment with Louis Khoo, nope, I mean Rainnabe now. And I mean at this very second. Not tomorrow. Tomorrow never comes.

Wat the fuck, I sound like I am really some desperado. I'm actually not. How can a guy equipped with all brains, brawns and money get no date? You must be joking...

Anyway, forget about all the rubbish I've typed. Imagine you haven read it and has just begun reading. Nevermind. Stop reading and scroll until u see a dotted line. My blog entry officially starts from there.

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Alrite friends, I'm just popping by to tell you all I'm still surviving and I hope all of you misses me like how much you miss Ah Ya on the "I guess I guess I guess, guess, guess show" (I really miss her corny jokes). I miss all of you like crazy too., altho I haven read any body's entries since the last time I blogged. Oh yes, also wishing you all a HAPPY NATIONAL DAY!!! I'm not going for NDP this year cos I can't get any tickets. I dun think I'm going down Kallang river to watch fireworks too. Cos dun have the right company.

Take care all of you. Dun club too much and drink lots of water. Vodka, tequilas, lager and bourbons included. I may not be blogging as often as I used to do but my heart is still hanging right here.

Hang on.

Rainnabe

P.s paiseh, no photos for this entry. Friend took some pics of me in firemen bunker suit but I cannot open the .RAR file. Dunno wat program can open it. So, cannot post them here.

Training has been very tough. I wanted to blog last weekend but was overcame by the Zzzz monster (I slept the whole weekend, other than watching "Shorter and Sweeter" with halrickbin and bloody_august). This weekend was slightly better, not because the training has slackened (in fact, it has been even tougher, we've begun our hose drills and more running, SOC, and lessons with full bunker suit) only that I've grown more accustomed.

One thing I still find most uncomfortable was the excessive greeting of senior officers, enciks, PTIs, sergeants, corporals, even privates. Everytime we see one animal with a rank walking past, we have to "keep still there" and salute and greet them with our most enthusiastic and loud voice. Not to forget, all the echoing and asking for permissions. Like "squeeze", "up", "permission to carry on, sir", "permission to recover", "permission to mount the bar", "permission to go toilet", "permission to tie shoelaces".... All in all, there is alot of shouting.

My bunk is also one of the most terrible living condition I've experienced to date. 24 of us cramped in one room, with all our laundry hanging around us. Plus the intense heat that make you wake up in the middle of the night with a wet pillow. Although, we were given permission to turn on the air con on alternate nights (thanks to our veri nice and welfare trainers), it didn't help much. Some of the guys down with fever, flu and cough spread their viruses easily to the others. I was down with a terrible cold on the third day but soon recovered last weekend (thanks to clarinase and cod liver oil that help build my immunity). We could have been better w/o the air con cos the closure of windows made the condition worse. Plus, it will become very cold in the middle of the night that you cannot sleep.

Some of the other regulars talked to me about regretting for signing on. I felt that a little at first but soon was readily accepting the fact. My ex-commando training had made me able to persevere and wanting to work even harder. When I felt that I was suffocating in the bunker suit, I went for a jog with it at night (after training). When the load I was carrying was too much for me, I will try doing more push-ups or carrying heavier weights on my next gym routine. To sum up, all is well when your heart is there.

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Went down sentosa again yesterday. There was a STYLE (magazine) hot summer clubbing event. I expected nice food, beautiful crowd, cool fashion shows and good music to groove. Went down with Eric (a platoon mate was interested but backed out last minute) and had a great time. We played frisbee, swam and chilled out. We didn't pay for admission for the STYLE event in the end, cos we passed by the area later and saw that the crowd comprised of mostly ang mohs (caucasians) and "geh" angmohs (those chinese trying to be angmohs). There was a lot of chio babes with bikinis, some with flowers stuck on their heads or sequins all over that made them look as though they don't belong to the beach. It was easy to spot who was going for the event and who was not. Those guys wearing NUM (newurban male.com) country tops were definitely part of the poseur crowd. Those gals who put glitter and fake tan on their pearly white skin and those who tagged along ang moh model- look alikes were definitely part of the crowd. 

I reckon we would be very "out" if we attended. (Eric and I were wearing very plain looking beach berms) Plus, my recruit hair cut will turn anyone off. 


Pic: I think I've slimmed down alot from the training and running. Need to buff up again. Behind me was a group of mainland chinese gals and boys splashing water at each other.   

I hope all of you reading this entry are missing me a great deal. Okay, just say you miss me a tinsel little bit and I'll jump for joy. Was a little disappointed cos haven't seen any comment on my last entry, despite my openly asking for it. And no one bothered to sms me to ask me how I was coping. Some friends.

I could have died from the training, you know. I could have died from boredom. I could have died from the lack of eye-candies. But nobody cared. So sad.

Rainnabe
P.s there was this camp mate who said he could imagine me as a long-haired guy who wears tight fitting new urban male tees carrying a dragon boat oar before I enlist into SCDF. What an insult. I'm not a poseur lor. And I dun wear NUM tops. I also don't wear tight-fitting stuff. The loose clothing just look tight on my body. Oh yes, I dun dragon boat too.
P.p.s But I have to admit I pose subconsciously. This Friday, we had this competition thingy in camp and my course has to do the sai-gang (means shit work in hokkien) of preparing for the event. During the event, I stood on top of the chemical plant to watch the competition. Then the emcee told the crowd to look out and thank the BOC people who are the ones posing on the chemical plant who has worked to help the event become a success. Having realised I was posing on the chemical plant while watching the event, I got so paiseh.