Mouthful of Rainwater

one word quiz

Thu, 17 May 2007 10:36:49 GMT

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

孤獨

Thu, 03 May 2007 15:17:59 GMT

我想每個人
生來就不應該孤獨

Tue, 17 Apr 2007 06:32:34 GMT

Heard over the lay lio yesterday that Ben and Jerry's giving out free ice creams today. So on my way home, I took a peek at the Ben and Jerry's counter in White Sands. To my surprise, I couldn't see the counter. It was crowded with so many peoples who love ice cream.

The End.

Xie xie.

Rainnabe

If Ugly is the next Beautiful, then Fugly is the next Ugly

Sun, 15 Apr 2007 12:34:34 GMT

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

Today's horoscope

Sat, 10 Feb 2007 18:21:54 GMT

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.

I need a new PC/ laptop!

Sat, 27 Jan 2007 13:57:03 GMT

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

What's the diff betw innovation and creative? Inno is ipod, then Creative is Zen lor...

Sun, 07 Jan 2007 10:49:39 GMT

Surprise, surprise. My third entry for this weekend. Plus, I actually had time to update my profile on my friendster, write a few testimonials for my friends, update my SDU profile and finish reading Deathnote book 4 and 5. That's the wonder of finishing exams. I mean the 6 theory papers I had to mug during this course. Next week marks the beginning of all the practical tests, what we call "exercises". I still have to study the procedures but at least its not so siong as compared to study all those engineering shit. But it will be physical taxing, no doubt. Esp. if the trainers keep on "semula" (means redo in Malay) us.

Anyway, didn't do anything fantastic this week. Was planning to go to an Inter- JC pageant thingy in Zouk last night but my friends in the end backed out, except L. and me. Plus, my mum cooked a whole lot of stuff and wanted me to eat dinner first. Eating dinner was fine but cos my family practise eating dinner late (around 8 plus to 9pm), so no choice lor. Btw, the pageant starts at 730 pm. It's not the pageant that drew my interest. I was more curious to see how JC gals nowadays tend to dress up. Plus, this weekend seems like a sabbatical for me so I just want to have a little fun. Clubbing is a very unique thing. It's somewhat like taking drugs. The moment when you are in the middle of the dance floor playing your fave tunes, you seem to forget all your personal worries and just shout and shake like there's no tomorrow. When I say clubbing, I dun mean going for all the countdown parties, please. Countdown parties are like packing sardines and people shouting and shaking beside you tend to be foreign workers. I'm not against foreign workers but sometimes when u party around foreign workers, you have things to worry about. Such as during the millenium (year 2000) countdown, I was partying in Orchard and all around me there were banglas spilling and splashing cheap beers at people. Fuck. Not only that, when they boogie around you and your female friends, they just knock into you like a rhino. Judging from my character, I will either grab a chair and send the leg of the chair through his skull and out from the eye or mouth. No kidding, either that or I will engage in a Bruce Lee one-on-100 banglas mortal kombat, which I will probably lose in one way or another. Thus, in order to maintain my cool, I should just avoid going for this sort of countdown parties. You can't expect people to behave rationally and morally when they' re high.

This morning is another let down. Was supposed to go to Vivo city with my mum and niece to visit this pirate ship from dunno Portugal or Holland or god-knows-where. My mum got tickets after shopping at Daiso in Vivocity 2 weeks ago and she wasn't sure what it was about. So she told me this story about a pirate ship that I dunno whether I should believe. But as a filial son, I always nod to whatever she says, even though certain things can only be taken with a pinch of salt. She prolly heard it from some other aunties about the ship and news seem to turn into a fairy tale when one auntie tells another auntie about it, adding their own salt and pepper. Oops, sorry for digressing, the reason why we didn't go to Vivocity in the end was because we... erm... overslept.

Thus, I just stayed at home and surf the net. I still haven picked up Dota (which is currently sucking the mental juices of most of my course mates, I mean most of them are like super addicted to the game now like how people during my time are addicted to Counterstrike and Pokemon). I refrain from even looking at them playing on their comps cos I was afraid that I would be sucked into the computer screen if I did. It's such an addictive game, like mahjong.

Oh yeah, I just watched this French movie (I think it's French cos I dun understand it and I think the male lead says "Je taime" which means "I love your mama" in French) entitled "Top Model". It's about this shit-faced guy who's job is to park cars for people in a restaurant, one day, kio tio bo (means pick up some treasure in hokkien). He was walking on the streets when he was photographed by some paparazzi with a super model and a very very rich businessman. In order to cover up the scandalous relationship between the model and the business, the businessman engaged the shit-faced guy to play the boyfriend of the super model. So they slept together and he managed to fondle her breast, in the end even marrying this other chiobu whom he was crazy about from the start of the movie. It has a hilarious plot that made me preoccupied for an hour plus, while at the same time, made me dream that one day, I could be like the shit-faced guy, kio tio bo. Yah, like real.

Alright, it's now time I should start preparing to book in. If I didn't die during my exercises next week, I might still come online to chit chat with all of you, ardent readers of "Mouthful of Rainwater". (Lol, I still think I'm as popular as Xiaxue, with like millions of readers or fan club. Ignore what I say, I'm hallucinating.)

Rainnabe

Taking Barney, Baby Bop and BJ out for a spin.

P.s Dunno why sometimes I type my entry the fonts come out very big, then sometimes they come out very small. The fonts are driving me nuts...

Why Rain's concert tickets are so ex?

Sat, 06 Jan 2007 11:18:40 GMT

A preview of how his concert will be like...

Happy PIG Year, Buang my last test and 6 more weeks to POP!!!

Sat, 06 Jan 2007 07:02:17 GMT

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.

OTHER UPDATES
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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

Why Rainnabe runs the Standard Chartered Singapore Marathon 2006?

Sun, 03 Dec 2006 04:42:21 GMT

Reason No.

18290

Because Rain is cuming... Yay!!!

"Impossible is nothing"
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Everyone comes up with a reason for doing something, be it something they enjoy doing, something they have always hated doing, something they always put off doing or something they have never tried before.

Don't bother about the lame reason I just gave because sometimes I simply can't come up with a reason why I do certain things. Not everything you do needs a reason, you know. For eg. I go toilet and shit because if I don't go toilet and shit, where else can I shit? In the fishtank in my living room? Or on my bed in my bedroom?

Alrite, let's stop philosophizing and get to the main story. Although I've been busy mugging my notes this few days (my tests are held next week), I still crawled out of bed @ 430am this morning to participate in this annually held marathon event. As I never participated in a marathon before (other than the compulsory army half marathon last time during my NS and the longest distance I ever hit during training was 38 km), I was bo ji to sign up for full marathon (means no balls in hokkien) thus, signing up for half marathon instead. I also thought I could survive 21.1 km without much difficulty. True enough, today's run was kacang (means peanuts in malay), considering the fact that I've been training for the past month running long distances in East Coast Park every weekend and running with load in camp at least 2 nights a week. I didn't pi3 (means collapse in hokkien) like last weekend when I ran about 20 km under the hot sun in East Coast Park. I did see quite a number of people pi3 during today's run though. (they even activated ambulances). Probably my body was getting accustomed to tortures like this. (Like if you drip a candle wax on your nipples, the first response will be a fucking loud "CHEEBYE!!!", after dripping like 10 more drops, you would just murmur "ouch" or even get accustomed to the pain and get really 'high' from the waxing process...) Similarly, in running, you get high after you run longer distances frequently.

I managed to clock 2 hr 14 min for the run (according to what I saw when I reach the finishing line). It wasn't a very sud sud timing and I'm not trying to declare "how fucking fit I am" here. In fact, it was just an okay okay timing that puts me in the frontal middle of the pack. I could have clocked better timing if my path wasn't blocked most of the first 10 km. (yeah right... people always say they could have done this or that better, such as "I could have fucked my wife better" or " I could have aimed better when I throw the banana skin into the dustbin", so on and so forth... Whatever the case, what's done have already been done. No use kaopehing over spilled milk...).

Anyway, I am really not fucking fit. Although my friend thought I look like I completed 2.4km when I finish running half M, I am actually aching like fuck. The muscles of my legs are like... so sng (means tired and aching in hokkien) I think I walk like the penguins in Happy Feet, the joints of my knees are so eetai (means pain in Japanese) I think I need to swallow a whole bottle of glucosamine to recover. And I think I need to sleep for a couple of hours before I continue mugging for my tests next week later.

There were so many female runners in front of me during the run. I felt like a paper tiger. So muscular yet so slow. Cheebye. Worse was when I was running towards the finishing line, there was this plump angmoh lady in front of me. Somemore she was running with a camelpak full of water. With ego bigger than the blue whale (World's largest mammal), I pia and chiong all the way until I stepped on the finishing line one step ahead of the plump angmoh lady. Heng. At least not so paiseh now. Anyway, kudos to the lady. It just prove that plump people can run fast too. (oops, I am not trying to insult plump people here, just that from what I usually observe or what most people perceive, bigger size people usually dun run as fast as smaller people).

Okay, I better hit my bed now. Will update later (including posting the marathon pictures, if anyone took my photos on www.marathon-Photos.com). Any photographers reading this, please take note of this runner who's wearing tag number 18290, on his blue singlet, black FBT shorts. Oh yes, he's also carrying a bright pink towel over his shoulder (actually I din choose to bring a pink towel, just that it was too dark in the morning so I just grab a pink towel by mistake) and running with black sony ericsson earpiece stuck in his ears.

Rainnabe

P.s paiseh, getting very longwinded in this entry again... But pls read what I write if you have the time altho there's no pictures.
P.P.s actually I took a couple of pictures of me and my coursemates wearing underwear in my bunk recently (haha, sicko...). But sorry cannot post here, cos I just attended a lecture recently and got to know that I cannot post any videos or photos wearing uniform or anything taken in camp (even though I'm not wearing any uniform) on the internet. But if u wanna see, can ask from me personally. Hee...

Rain is cumin...

Sun, 26 Nov 2006 05:47:42 GMT

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 :)

One step closer to being a perfect lover

Tue, 31 Oct 2006 14:40:40 GMT

"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 and bloodyaugust. It wasn't the first time I tried baking. I baked some pandan cakes and pineapple tarts in the past before. Although they weren't exactly sumptuous, they are still edible. Like my mum always say "it's the thought that counts!" (she says this in hokkien)

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

As the hokkien saying goes, "Su lang mai su seh" (Lose to people nevermind, but cannot lose its style/presentation). Although, my brownie is like not perfect, I think my decor deserves a near perfect score. :)

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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

The West Side Story

Sun, 15 Oct 2006 12:54:39 GMT

If you're a close fren of Rainnabe, you would prob know he spends a large part of his life living in the East. Born in Kandang (not kangtang, kangtang means potato) Kerbau Hospital, he spent his childhood in Geylang, Bedok, Tampines then Pasir Ris. ( I dunno why my parents decide to move more and more East, maybe they love the beach). He even schools and goes through his national service in the East. It was only until University that he stepped out of the Eastern borders and ventured into the Western territory of Clementi.

However, I'm currently a more Westie than Eastie. You may wonder why. Let me tell you. If you dun wanna listen can go and koonzzz (means sleep in hokkien). Well, that's becos I now spend at least 5 days every week in the Western part of Singapore( for the uninitiated, a week has 7 days, not 8 days)
*hums 8 days every week...
Not only that, becos I'm currently taking driving lessons at Bukit Batok Driving Centre (If you're wondering why I'm not taking lessons at Ubi Driving lessons, you should meet me up and let me tell you how I kept failing their riding tests last time when I took up riding there). I also heard that its easier to pass driving there, plus I could book out and go there straight. You see... I'm desperate for a driving license cos I wanna drive a fire engine.

This week, I was taking course at HTA (otherwise known as Home Team Academy). Btw, HTA is also situated in the West. 501 Old Choa Chu Kang Road, that's the address. Before I start rattling on about my West side connection, let me briefly explain what this course is about. The course is called Basic Home Team Course. It's generally an 8-day stay-in course whereby home team members (people from SPF, ICA, SCDF, Prison, so and so forth) can get to know each other, as well as share what they do. We can also learn about how to deal with terrorism and get involve in discussions about racial tensions and racial harmonies, bla, bla bla... Other than that, we also play orientation sorta games like team building, ice breakers, amazing race and put up social nite performances. I admit I dun really like doing all these stuff becos I'm a sadist and enjoy torturous training instead. However, it was a nice break away from the mundane fire fighting lectures and BTM. And for the second time since this BOC course, I got to sleep in another environment, altho also near the Lim Chu Kang graveyards.

Anyway, back to the topic I was talking about... this weekend I was trying to clear my driving basic theory evaluation lor...( I had to do a practice session as well), becos of this, I decided to stay over a good fren's place. L. was kind enough to lend me his comfortable floor and pillow, also becos we are taking the tests together. But I enjoyed sleepin wif L. (I mean stayin in the same room, altho he's my room mate at HTA, I even felt like seeing his face during the weekends). Dunno why, L. sometimes remind me of a long lost brother. We like doing stupid stuffs like parade in underwear, wrestling, talk crap, watch youtube and do Jolin Tsai dance. Nuff' said, he stays in Jurong so I dun need to wake up before the cock starts to crow to travel all the way to BBDC the next morning.

As I have to book in early tomorrow morn (730 am) at HTA again, I decided to call ZH and thick-skinnedly ask him if I could spend my Sunday nite at his place (also in the west). He also asked me if I could help out in his short film today. Since I got nothing better to do, (I usually spend Sundays stoning at home, plus halrickbin is currently in HK and there's noone who could go auntie shopping with me at NTUC or CARREFOUR), I agreed instantly.
It wasn't a tough job, really. Just help set up lights, move stuff, keep quiet and wait for time to pass. Time really pass quickly esp. when I log on to msn on my handphone. Chatting with all the friends on the list, even though I may not know the person well enough, seems to turn the day into night in a flash. Anyway, I'm currently at ZH's place, using his comp while he watches Wu Jian Dao on TV. Haha... can surf porn liao.... (just jokin la). He sometimes read my blog so must be more subtle.

Anyway, what's the point of today's entry? Just wanna blog this cos I thought I'm beginning to treat my house in Pasir Ris more and more like a hotel. Plus, it's still about 3 more hours to bed time, so just talk cock with everyone on LJ lor... Good night, everyone! Have a pleasant week next week! Eat well, sleep well, keep fit, die anyway...

I can't stand myself... always say so nice stuff. Cheebye. Oh yes, before I forget, let me hao lian a bit...
I'm gonna watch Wang Lee Hom concert on 21 Oct 06. It's not the best seats and Lee Hom is not my fave singer. But at least I got something that can keep me preoccupied. So, to all those staying at home and got seriously nothing better to do on that fateful night, Ne ne ei boo boo... muahahahaha....

Rainnabe

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Rain's new MV

Sat, 14 Oct 2006 11:37:45 GMT

I won't be missing on this one!! Who wanna watch with me?

Rain's Singapore Concert
Date : 21 Jan 2007
Venue : Singapore Indoor Stadium
Seat arrangment : All Seated (No free standing)

Pricing of Tickets
$888, $688, $488, $388, $288, $188

Rainnabe

Offering everyone a lollipop

Sun, 08 Oct 2006 11:27:42 GMT

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

I'm the one facing back in blue helmet, brown tee, black tights and life jacket, getting ready for river-crossing.
Photo taken during OBBD (outward bound Brunei Darusalam)

Doing a Rainnabe pose

Kayaking's my fave!!!

Our dormitory in Brunei, looks like a coolie quarter. I just woke up and is stoning at the back (with white specs)

We had a three-day sailing expedition on our carter "Semangat".

me and my chiong buddy, L. We got close during this OBS trip. Currently taking drivin tog.

totally shacked out on my way back Singapore...

Just another boring entry

Sat, 30 Sep 2006 15:10:58 GMT

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!

Boys will be boys and gals will be gals...

Sat, 23 Sep 2006 16:49:03 GMT

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

Eat well, keep fit, die anyway...

Tue, 08 Aug 2006 15:33:17 GMT

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.

Fire and kungfu fighting

Sun, 09 Jul 2006 08:01:48 GMT

I'm still haunted by the "wei wei, bu yao pa, ni shi hao wa wa" song after hearing three diff renditions of it in TFP's "First Family"last night, first version by halrickbin (most terrifying), followed by Guat Kian's (most touching) and the chorus version (most funny, esp. when I see Claire Devine singing the song with full earnestness). I can't help but kept humming the song while I was taking the MRT home last night after the show. Passers-by must have thought I was gila.

I was worried at first that "First Family" might turn out over-indulgent since it wasn't easy to depict the Cantonese kungfu era thru stage and the content seems a lil over-the-top self-satisfaction on the director/playwright aspect. However my fears were lifted after the opening scene when the amazing use of shadow puppetry (evident from Twisted, FNDS) brought back wonderful memories of the cantonese kungfu film era. There were little technical glitches however, the comical and clever lines from the script and beautiful chemistry amongst the cast managed to cover any faults present.

My fave parts of the play include the temple scene, when the characters play the luohans using their hand gestures, the theatre scene with all the miming actors and the final duel scene betw Guat Kian and the prince. Acting was very consistent among the entire cast. There wasn't any cast member who overpower another since all the actors/actresses were reknowned theatre practitioners in the scene. The different style of acting between actresses (English theatre and chinese theatre) also created an incredible chemistry to the ensemble.

The clever and complicated use of lights and integration of live sound/ prerecording was as good as TFP's previous productions. Only that "First Family" felt like a summation of all the techniques TFP used before, plus new methods it learnt recently. As a theatre enthusiast, I am impressed by the hard work thrown into the show by everyone involved in the production, which was evident from the performance. Esp. the nice movement and all-out shouting by (who used to have hands like legs and legs like hands when choreography is concerned) My friend, who is not so much a theatre regular also enjoyed the show very much. To sum up, TFP hasn't failed to entertain while being artistically powerful in "First Family".

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After going through 3 weeks of training, there were certain aspects of my job that made me confuse.

I was beginning to wonder why fire-fighting (a very masculine and straight job) could also be homoerotic.

(1) During one of our drills, we have to communicate like this:
Fireman 1: Lower, lower...
Fireman 2: Is it IN yet? Is it in?
Fireman 1: Go lower... yeah... its IN
Fireman 2: Okay, now screw...

(2) There are many SUCtion drills we need to master.

(3) We need to learn how to strip or wear our fireman bunker wear in just 1 min. Not more than that.

(4) No topless outside the bunk. But you can be stark naked in the bunk. (you get to "knock it down if you r caught topless outside the bunk but even if u r naked in the bunk, u dun get to "knock it down")

Rainnabe
P.s No personal pics for this entry, so I shall put up some Rain pics instead.

Back to BMT days...

Sun, 02 Jul 2006 05:21:09 GMT

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.

Although I didn't win Singapore Idol, I was caught doing a "taufik" outside 7 eleven with my super big gulp. Arggghhhh....

Eric doing a "rui en" with his 7 eleven mash potato.

Eric posing with my doggie frisbee. Got the very-cute frisbee for only 4 bucks @ Sentosa.

My turn to pose with the frisbee. Tried to act hunky but dunno why I looked like I was sucking cock.

Later @ harbourfront Mac. Tired, hungry and thirsty.

Both of us still trying to force up a smile. tata.

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.

Officer Cadet Trainee Rainnabe reporting strength...

Sun, 18 Jun 2006 15:31:31 GMT

The first two days of training wasn't as bad as I imagined. Alot of introductory lectures, some PT (physical training), footdrill, and no tekan (according to Rainnabetionary, tekan means instructors making things hard for trainees by commanding them to do alot of silly things such as push ups, etc.).

However, I felt I still need to train up on my physical fitness. Although the running and physical exercises were still manageable, there was alot of competition. Such as during PT, when the PTIs asked us to do the maximum chin-ups we can do. Although I could manage 16, there were people who could do over 20. I'm not hoping to get Best PT for the course, becos I dun think I am realli that fit. I just hope to do as well in this course as I can (better overall ranking) so I can get better promotion later on in life. Furthermore, we were warned that we have to cope with much more physical exercises with our bunker suit (firemen suit) later in the course. After donning one bunker suit last week (which felt suffocating and hot even without any physical movement), I tell myself I must condition myself first. I dun wanna collapse again due to physical or heat exhaustion and get out of course.

From today onwards, I will be running with a sweater and some weights. I will carry heavier weights for gym sessions so I can even carry a Moses Lim on my back while doing practical work. Will be booking in on Tuesday, but so much things to prepare. I will be confined next weekend for some bonding with the NSF officers so wun be coming online, I guess. Feel free to post any comments or questions on this blog while I'm away. But please dun ask me for any more bod pics or nude pics. I will force u to eat my foot if you do that, I promise...

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Watched "Just My Luck" yesterday. (wanted to watch "Cars" but thought I should opt for some mature content rather than another cartoon flick) Although I don't particularly fancy Lindsay Lohan (when I was in my last journalist job, we used to nickname her "high class 'Luohan' fish" [play on word if you din notice...]), I thought the theme of the film was quite interestiing. Lohan plays a luckiest babe in the world, winning any "scratch and win" lottery ticket thrown to her and getting alot of golden opportunities in work and relationships. Even the weather pays her tribute. (the moment she walks out of a building a rainy day will suddenly turn all bright and sunny for her.)

Chris Pine, on the other hand, is the unluckiest guy. Everything he touches will go bonkers and he can never walk a straight road without tripping over anything. So when the two people with extreme fates meet, they fell deeply in love and their fates were switched when they engaged in a french kiss. The silly plot progresses when Lohan realises that the guy she kissed has sucked away all her luck and all she have to do was to kiss him back so she could suck her luck back (Suck my cock, playwright...). And when she finally met Chris again, they began kissing each other so many times (countless times). Fuck the ridiculous kiss-and-get-lucky part of the story, Lindsay Lohan's seriously freckled body and her act-cute antics gave me creeps. In fact, the only part I enjoyed in the film was when she was electrocuted while changing a fluorescent light tube. And what's up with the over-exposure and over-playing of McFly's songs like they were the soundtracks of the film. The director's effort to musicalize (I'm not sure whether there's this grammatical term) this film is no doubt a weak one, becos McFly is No superband. Listening to its first track was alright, but being bombarded by their songs thruout the film was a torture. (I swear the next time I hear their songs on the radio, I'm going to smash the radio). Plus, besides the drummer, the other three members of the band looked like shit. (oops, sorry... slightly better than shit. Final.)

However other than the incredulous plot, Lohan and her other two act-cute, act-hot soul sisters, the shitty ending where Chris and Lohan decided to kiss this girl who happen to be Chris' neighbour to pass her all the luck and they walk out and almost got hit by a car, all the over-explosure and over-hyping of McFly, there were some commendable bits such as the comic moments of Lohan getting electrocuted, her contact lens dropping into the cat's litter, and oh yes... the avant garde art exhibition of this old lady (Lohan's initial love-target's mum who is freaking rich) who got waiters to transform into some neurotic dancers dancing around a pile of shit (which is the artwork) during artwork presentation.

I don't regret watching the film though. I'm bored anyway and I don't mind paying to watch something I can laugh and forget about it.

It's not that I don't believe in superstition. Ask my friends and they will tell you how superstitious I am. I even have a four-leaved clover as my handphone accessory. And I wore a pink crystal bracelet to work last time.

Rainnabe

P.s I found this store in Tampines selling Rain's 2006 calendar. The irony is that an ardent fan like Rainnabe actually resisted the temptation of buying. I was hoping to get it after my next pay day cos I've been buying alot of stuff lately (mainly for preparation for training). So if the store still has a copy the next time I enter the shop, I will just grab it. If don't have then just too bad lor... *sob

Toilet Accident

Mon, 12 Jun 2006 07:21:05 GMT

Shit always happen to me. Bad luck loves to befall on me.

I'm talking about this fateful morning. I woke up at around 9 am, disturbed by a phonecall by an old NS mate. When I picked up the call, he didn't speak a word and all I could hear was some mixture of noise that comprised heavy breathing, moaning and shuffling of items. Anyway, I reckoned he probably didn't lock his phone's keypad (again) and called my number by accident. (my number is always first on my friend's phonelist cos my name starts with A). Or maybe he thought I wanna hear him fucking his girlfriend at that moment. Nevermind. I went back to sleep after muttering some inaudible cheebyes. After 15 minutes, I woke up again, this time with a very bad stomachache.

As I was doing my business in the toilet, my stomach rumbled and grumbled like a WWF royal rumble match. The pain was unbearable. Before I know what was going to happen next, I fell unconscious.

The next moment, I woke up with my face on the toilet floor with a pool of blood in front of me. I was totally soaked with sweat and blood and water on the toilet floor. I stumbled back to my room to change after doing some cleaning. And then I realised my chin was bleeding profusely, my face was bruised and my two front teeth were chipped off. The wound on my chin was rather deep so I decided to go to a clinic straight away. I didn't know what had happened but my guess was that the stomachache was so excruciating, I fainted. And I guess with my buff body weight, the pressure could be quite forceful when my chin and face hit the floor.

I had two stitches on my chin, cleaned up the bruises on my face, had a tetanus jab and saw a dentist to do filling for my teeth. And I spent a bomb. I wanted to save some money during GSS shopping yesterday. (I fell in love with a Le Coq Sportif jacket that cost 80 bucks but didn't bear to buy it) but now I have to spend over 200 bucks on what?!?:- stitching my chin and filling my teeth. Bloody hell. And I look fugly. The swelling and bandaging on my cute handsome face made me look as if I just fought a serious boxing match with Nong Toom. But to hell with it, the most difficult thing was to explain how I got myself into such a shit.

When I met my neighbour later while sharing a lift, she asked me whether I fell while playing soccer (she knew I'm a good boy and couldn't have got myself into any fights). I smiled and nodded, playing along. I should have explained but I reckon it's not easy, plus, my chin was still numb from the lignocaine jab. (Anyway, thinking back, I felt I made a wise move by not explaining otherwise my accident would be the biggest joke among the Pasir Ris aunties this entire week.)

This is the second time I had stitches on my chin. The first time was when I was little and fell while I was rocking in a cardboard box. I had 5 stitches then. Like the first time, my face feels like I just got a face lift. Dunno why stitching on the chin seems to stretch your facial skin like you just injected botox.

For all those who are curious to why I fainted. The doc says that I lost too much fluid while shitting. As a result, blood flow to my brain sorta slowed down and as a result I blacked out. I didn't suffocate myself with the toilet smell or suffer from any incurable disease.

Previously, I was very curious about how it's like to faint or suddenly fell unconscious. I wondered which God would I see or whether I will have a dream where I will be transported thru a dark tunnel to a very bright and green garden decorated with rainbows, butterflies fluttering, rabbits trotting around and... teletubbies strutting their pelvis forward to say "hi" at the other end. Think Willi Wonka's chocolate factory. Boy, I was wrong. It wasn't anything like I imagined. It just felt like a very sound sleep and when I wake up, I will feel alot of pain and discomfort.

This accident also interrupted my supposed schedule for the day. I was supposed to go for a tan and swim in the morning, followed by an intense gym workout. *looks out of the window and see the clear, bright, sunny sky then sulks like nobody's business. I think I can visit the gym later when my facial swelling goes down a little. I dun mind people staring at me and who knows, people might find me more attractive with the garang bruises.

Me with my new nerdy specs, before the accident.
No pics after the accident....unfortunately... :(

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These few days had been very enjoyable, fun and fruitful. So much fun that I couldn't spare the time to blog.

Met up with to watch a docu film "Road to Guantanamo" on Friday. It was an engaging drama about how three Brit muslim boys who travel to Pakistan (and later Afganistan) for a holiday, ended up being captured by the UN who suspected they were linked to the Al Qaeda. The torture (beating and isolation) and inhumane treatment were rather realistic and I truly sympathize with the plight of the boys. The mainstream people are so accustomed to see and hear the US reporting of the Muslims as "dangerous people" that empowers them with the right to practice enforcement on them. This film, on other hand, provides the insight to another perspective:- that is to see the whole war thru the eyes of the Muslim refugees and men who were wrongly accused as terrorists involved in the "Jihad".

Many people often perceived docu films to be boring with bad cinematography. I particularly love docu films as I like realism in plot and absence of pretence. Some stories reenacted (btw docu films do have scripts and actors play as well) use of very ordinary people or actors with little Stanislavskian acting training in the stories often make it very raw and real to watch than seeing top-class Hollywood stars in bad mega productions (such as the Da Vinci code). In fact, there are many comic moments in docu films as well. And these moments are usually less cliched and slapstick, more everyday. For eg, in "Road to Guantanamo, the repetition of the UN officers putting labels on the boys everytime during interrogation despite their explanation, as well as the boys' fascination for extra-large sized Naans in Afganistan teases the audience very naturally.

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Went down Sentosa to kayak with Eric on Saturday. The drizzle in the morning led us to visit the new Sentosa attraction:-4D Magix. We caught the show, "Pirates". It was an extremely enjoyable and exhilirating 15 minutes. I think I shouted and tried to sweep away with my hands, the bees and bats projected right in front of me by the 3D glasses during the show. (but becos the theatre was very dark and everyone was focused under their 3D glasses, it wasn't that embarrassing) The spraying of water and blowing jets of air on our legs (which induces pain synonymous to bee stings) felt uncomfortable but at the same time, made the experience very unique. I would recommend everyone to go catch it altho I wouldn't go for a second time.

It stopped raining as soon as the show was over (seems like it's predestined that we should catch the show) so we travelled back to Sunset bay for the kayak adventure. The two buff daddies didn't have a problem playing with water like kids.

Night. We went down to Plaza Sing for some GSS shopping. I entered this shop called ebase cos my friend mentioned that the salesperson is cute. The curious Rainnabe thus, couldn't resist but to go in and take a peek. Guess what. Something else caught my eye. I saw a backdated issue of "Inbase" magazine (from Taiwan) with Rain on its cover. I was like possessed while I flipped thru the mag and saw all the veri veri nice Rainy Day concert shots of Rain. And yes, I wanted the magazine badly. So I decided to buy something from the shop and try to ask the salesguy later whether I could get the mag. But the clothes there were so not-my-style. I tried so many pieces and they all looked weird (I think its the cutting or wat). In the end I decided to buy the least ugly tank top (and cheap also) and managed to buy the mag for 2 bucks. What an achievement!

Night again. Both of us went down to Mox for a drink. I ordered Tequila Sunrise and Eric, some sour apple sprite thingy that tastes very sweet and non-alcoholic (but the waiter claims there's alcohol content). We chatted alot and played on the swing for a veri long time. Then... we went home to sleep. (our own homes)

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Sunday was 'GSS shopping with halrickbin ' day. We watched "Almost Love" (Korean romantic comedy starring another buff daddy, Kwon Sang Woo) as well. It was a veri good show. So good I dun believe it. In fact, I never believed any Korean or Taiwanese love stories. I dun believe that great loves ever existed. I dun wanna write a review about it cos my entry is getting really long. Read halrickbin entry... she wrote a pretty insightful review of it.

Again. I got too excited when I saw Rain's latest single on the shelves in HMV. "Freeway" doesn't sound as addictive as "Sad Tango" on the first listen but I bought it nevertheless cos the CD was giving out free limited Rain posters. The HMV staff claims it's running out so I bo bian have to buy. Anyway, since I was prepared for multiple multiple listens I guess I will love the tracks someday. And the poster was just incredible. The MV too. (it comes with a DVD like Sad Tango)

The MV was shot in a Jamiroquai-esque style and reminded me of Justin Timberlake's "Rock your body" MV with disco lights and coloured multimedia projections in the background. The dance choreography was superb, and like Rain's previous dance grooves, some steps were like out-of this-world and very wacky. He even had a few very Jazz-like and ballet steps in the K-pop hiphop choreo.

Must watch it a few more times so I can pick up the choreo.

Rainnabe

*with a bruised face

Taxi Drama & Suspicious characters part 2

Thu, 08 Jun 2006 17:34:26 GMT

I've been busy going for rehearsals for SERVE these few days so haven been coming online, let alone blog. The rehearsals are only during night times but as I have to settle some admin stuff for my new job during the day, such as on Wednesday where I have to get 2 guarantors to go down to SCDF HQ to sign the guarantor forms, as well as find time to work out (my course is starting next week so I am realli nervous about it and the only way I thought to appease the butterflies in my 6-pack abdomen is to keep pumping weights and workin on my cardio), I hardly have time for anything else.

Thanks to kevin78 and halrickbin for being my guarantors. I guarantee both of you that I won't commit suicide or elope to another country within this two years and 9 months. If I do, then I will have pimples all over my face (wah... dats a really bad curse, cos I think I will realli kill myself if I'm caught in that kind of situation).

I haven done much shopping during this GSS period. Other than my digicam and MP3 (that I got from the PC fair), two mambo tees I got from Wisma Isetan, 1 soccer Esprit tee, 1 Esprit tanktop, 1 new pair of specs and 1 fake croc sandles, I din realli buy anything much. I remember last year during GSS I had quite a good haul.

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TAXI DRAMA

The story below is based on a real happening, Rainnabe tries to report as much as he can recall...

I've been taking so many cabs these few days. Not becos I think I'm loaded or too lazy to walk, just that the places I have to go are so damn uluh (I think dogs oso dun wanna shit there). Checking on streetdirectory.com doesn't seem to provide much help as well, so in the end, I decide to take 240. Anyway, taxi rides are generally quite okay. As long as the drivers get me to my destination in the shortest time, I'm fine with it. I am also the kind who doesn't really flare up if the driver takes one wrong turn or take me for a sucker ride around some unnecessary route.

But yesterday, on my way to Serangoon CC for SERVE rehearsal, I was really pissed. I wanted to save money so hailed for a cab at Kovan MRT which is only about 1 plus kilometers away. I took a cab also becos I'm not too sure about the roads in Ang Mo Kio, Hougang and Serangoon area, plus I checked from the street directory that I have to change 2 buses to get there. I took a cab the day before and it only cost about 3 plus bucks so I thought it's okay to go 240 again.

Anyway, to cut the long story short, I got into this cab with an old Indian driver. I told him specifically to go to Serangoon CC, which is near Kovan MRT at Ang Mo Kio Avenue 3. But this driver ended up driving one long route thru serangoon and I ended up at Braddell Heights CC. I wasn't happy (cos the whole journey took about 20 minutes and I'm late as a result) but as a polite boy, I told him nicely that he made a mistake and that I wanted to go to Serangoon CC which is at Ang Mo Kio Ave 3. He complained that he doesn't know and say that I should tell him how to go. Then, I told him to go to Ang Mo Kio Ave 3 by following the road signs. He shouted "Ang Mo Kio Ave 3 is so big , how he know where." I buay tahan have to shout back that "it's near Kovan MRT and I told him that when I board the taxi". He continues to drive but kept shouting that it's my fault for not telling him the way. I shouted back, "If I know the way so well, I dun need to take his cab. I'm not familiar with roads around this area and am not a driver." I also criticize him for making one big round to Serangoon Road (which Braddell Height CC is) when I told him the venue I want to go is at Ang Mo Kio Ave 3 which is repeated dunno how many umpteen times.

I think he was mad when I said he made "one big round" and exclaimed that he's been a driver for 12 years and wun do this kinda thing. Which also made me query why a 12-year driving experienced driver like him cannot distinguish between Ang Mo Kio Ave 3 and Serangoon Road. What follows was a rummage of biting comments hurled at me very loudly. I was so mad I told him to "Shut up and just bring me to Serangoon CC and that I will pay the full fare..." His rage worsen and when I reached the place, he only collected 5 bucks (instead of 8 plus on the meter). He was still shouting at me, but I couldn't be bothered, just plugged in my MP3 and slammed the taxi door. I only realised I totally lost my composure when I alighted the taxi shaking. Not that I'm scared (My body shakes
when I'm realli mad too.), I can be very very fierce when aroused. I hate it when people accuse me when they were wrong in the first place. Plus the manner was really very rude.

Anyway, so much for the unnecessary drama, I tune back to normal when I reach the rehearsal room. As a Life! theatre winning actor, switching back to character fast is no big deal.

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Suspicious characters Part 2

Dun wanna be accused of being excessively BHB (buai hiao bai), but the gal who kept asking me for topless pics strikes again today.

She started chatting casually at first (which was just some self-intros I thought was pretty normal). Then, she progress by asking me what I was wearing. I said "Pyjamas" and she said "it's sexy", then she said "she's topless and wearing oni pink shorts". She asked me whether she can call me and ask me to send her a "full topless pic" of myself.

I told her I'm busy, I have no pic and she went offline again.

So weird. Sometimes I feel like telling her to fuck off or go fuck herself but dunno leh, felt it would be kinda mean. I'm not nice but I'm also not mean. I'm just normal and average lor.

Rainnabe

P.s Sorry haven been posting my Sentosa pics cos no time to edit them. Will try to post them on my next entry.

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Suspicious characters

Sun, 04 Jun 2006 16:26:10 GMT

I'm supposed to title this entry "Another enjoyable day @ Sentosa" becos I just came back from Sentosa with my family (mum, sis and niece) and had a realli great time. Today is KK hospital's family day (together with UFM 100.3 and this other company who are also organizing their family day there...) and since my sis is a nurse there, my whole family is entitled to attend. Like previous years, I make it a point to join my sis and other family members.

However, the morning didn't turn out very well. My niece was having abit of diarrhoea. Thus, we have to let her rest and give her some medication. By noon, she felt much better and was excited about going. The family day events were supposed to start at 8 am and end around mid noon (2pm), thus our delay to the destination cause us to miss the entire event. We make our way there nevertheless since we already promised my niece to go. It was therefore free and easy, and we spent most of the day at Palawan Beach.

Will be posting the photos up soon.

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A friend just forward me an email about a recent report on New York Skin Solutions. If you are thinking of going there for any treatment or facial, do read this report first. I'm not trying to bitch here, I'm only posting this becos I felt the facts here kinda shock me. I thought the company sounded a lil' sleazy when it first came out in the market with their LC-trying-to-be-HC advertisement campaign using Mark Waite as spokeperson and its association with London Weight Management, but I didn't really expect them to stoop so low.

24 Feb 2006 – I went to NEW YORK SKIN SOLUTIONS ("NYSS") at Pasir Ris for a facial. I asked for single facial but NYSS consultant, Jorenne Kee, persuaded (conned) me to sign up a 10 course (5-in-1 Skin Treatment) package totaling S$2,972.70 for both 10+1 treatments and products. She said results are guaranteed after 3 treatments! Several facial masks were then placed on my face and the facial treatment lasted almost 2 hours. As instructed, from that evening onwards I started using NYSS products. My 2^nd treatment was scheduled for 10 Mar 2006.

A few days later, my face starts to itch and acne starts to erupt.

3 Mar 2006 (i.e. 7 days later) - The rashes got worst (especially around my eye areas) and bad acne eruptions all over my face. Called Jorenne and reported my skin itching, rashes and acne eruptions – she asked I come back to NYSS for review. The same evening, I went back to NYSS and Jorenne applied "Soothing Gel" on my face saying that it will help stop the itch/rashes/acne eruptions. While applying the gel, Jorenne even admitted to me that she may have given me too strong an application on my skin during my 1^st treatment on 24 Feb 2006, which caused all the itching/rashes/acne problems.

By Sunday, the "Soothing Gel" did not help and the rashes got worst! I could not get any sleep that night because of the discomfort!

6 Mar 2006 - I went to my family GP in the morning. I told him everything and he advised I stop using NYSS products and stop the facial treatment as I have an acute allergic reaction to NYSS products/treatment. He even wrote a letter to NYSS advising them the same. He gave me oral antibiotics, a cream for my face and MC for the day. The same day, I went back to NYSS and showed them my totally messed-up face and showed them the GP letter. I told NYSS Manager, Selina Ong, that my GP advised me to stop the facial treatment and I want a refund. NYSS staff took pictures of my face and Selina promised that in about 2 weeks time NYSS will refund me with a cheque.

17 Mar 2006 - No news from NYSS. I called Selina asking for my refund and (guess what!) only now she told me their HQ wants me to have tests done at National Skin Centre ("NSC") to verify the cause of my skin problems. I asked her why is it only NOW that she asked me to go to NSC, why not on 6 Mar? Why wait after I have been on antibiotics for almost 3 weeks? She kept quiet and just replied in order for NYSS to refund they need a NSC report.

Still hoping for my refund, I went to my GP that evening and asked for a referral letter to the NSC.

3 Apr 2006 – I HAVE REPORTED THIS MATTER TO CASE.

4 - 7 Apr 2006 - Patch tests done at NSC. Results : Acute severe irritant contact dermatitis to NYSS products/treatment. It also caused severe follicular irritation and acute facial acneiform rash.

21 Apr 2006 – Selina told me she had reported my case to NYSS HQ but it did not go through and NYSS refused to refund me!

When asked where is their HQ and who is their officer? Selina refused to say. I did a company search, found their HQ address and managed to speak to Jenny Wong, NYSS Specialist. Strangely enough, Jenny said that there is no report from Selina about my case???

5 May 2006 – Obtained a full medical report from NSC.

I wish to resolve this matter amicably but NYSS still refused to refund me. NYSS just don't bother about their customers once there is a problem.

So ladies beware – do not sign up for facial packages! If you need a facial, try for 1 single treatment first (as advised by my GP) just in case.

If you are now going through what I went through recently, report them to National Skin Centre immediately and have your skin tested (don't wait after 2 weeks!).

If you once went through the same thing, report them to CASE and/or the relevant authorities, don't just keep quiet as we consumers should not be at the losing end.

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Finally, let me spill the beans... a few days ago, there was this chiobu who messaged me on my friendster account. I thought it was fine to play along. It was until I added her to my msn and my first chat with her that I thought something is quite wrong.

During our first chat, she asked me to send her my "topless pic with short" (that's the exact words she used.) I sorta act blur and ask her what kind of photos she meant and that haven she seen my pictures on my friendster profile before. (I have about 12-14 pics on my friendster and one or two of them is topless with board shorts) She said she would like to see more of my "topless" photos.

I tried to ignore the request and engage in a casual chat with her, asking her how she's coping with her life, work and so on. But she ignored all my questions and kept asking for my pics. (she specifically want my topless ones) In the end, I asked her the biting question: "Does my pic matter in this friendship?" After this question was posed, she went offline.

I do have a couple of topless photos (I think you guys know which one I'm referring to, hee hee and I know as a guy I should be generous to show what I have and it wouldn't hurt much to expose my tits as much as a lady...) but I'm definitely not going to show my personal pictures to someone who sounded so sleazy.

Now, I even doubt that this person was really the chiobu (who has around 2 or 3 celebrity-looking photos of herself in the profile). She could have been this old lecher who just want my pics to masturbate. Fucking cheebye. What kinda fucking world is this? Friendster is wat... some sleazy site to pick up sex partners?

Anyway, this is not the only bugger. There are a few other "admirers" who wanted me to add them as friends. I told them to self-intro and state why they wanted to befriend me. Most didn't even bother to explain. So I decided to snub them by adding them to my ignore list.

Superficiality just doesn't form in my dictionary. If you want to befriend somebody, make sure you throw in some sweet, spice and sincerity. I'm trying my best to engage myself in any new formed friendships so please help by doing your part too.

Rainnabe

Forgive us father, for we have sinned...

Sat, 03 Jun 2006 17:50:22 GMT

Met up with two friends today. Good ol' buddy from NUS Arts Club: Xiaowei and Eric whom I got to know from the Mister Tantric pageant. Some ancient bard used to say "when there's company, there is always up to no good". Let's recap what sins we committed today...

Let's start off with gluttony... I swallowed a muddy mud pie from Coffee Club...

Me and Xiaowei were too greedy, we ordered too much food we couldn't even finish...

Xiaowei looking at me with her lustful eyes...

Rainnabe and Eric pose in front of a street grafitti artwork in Orchard. Despite so many people passing by, we were so full of pride.

So are you envious (envy)???

What else did I miss out from the se7en deadly sins? Erm...Wrath...and erm... yah... sloth...
So tired wanna sleep liao...

Rainnabe

P.s: I've finally signed the Letter of Appointment. I'm officially a SCDF senior occifer trainee from now on... so greet me Sir yes sir if you ever see me... understand?!!