<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236</id><updated>2012-01-19T22:57:55.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flavours of Life (Mostly the Sour Stuff)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>195</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-45693555018071987</id><published>2012-01-13T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T21:16:07.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can be really immature sometimes really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all like to compare ourselves to others. Who doesn't? I used to wonder alot, why my life sucks more than others. Why this world was created unfairly, why others have more money than me, more possessions, u know, stuff liddat. Why others get to stay in 5-storeys landed houses that look like some castle from Far Far Away while I'm stuck in a condo that looks like that pile of mud that Shrek and his family of ogres live in. It got so serious I even got to the point that I totally&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; the rich. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for example this someone who is working with me right now. Honestly? She's unbelievably attractive. I donno why she is so pretty but she's a mixed blood and I heard mixed bloods are really attractive because i dunno u get the best of both worlds? But sadly she's also unbelievably rich. In fact she's so rich she doesn't even need to work full hours here so she does part time, coming whenever she likes. "Wow, I had a late movie last night, so I suppose I should just a break at home tomorrow? I don't really need to work anyway since my wealth is already, what, godlike?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am working my balls off fetching every penny I can get so hopefully I can retire by 40 years old with a bundle of cash and spend the rest of my time doing what I want, like watching korean drama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after some time interacting with the patients here I finally realise how lucky I am. Or at least, not so unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close to a thousand patients come to the clinic everyday. And most of them, I have to admit, are not very wealthy. Ok, poor. whatever. I mean thats why they dun really mind waiting a few hours to see the doctor they could have just went to see a private clinic if they really want to. Some of them see me behind my desk and approach me to have a conversation, often addressing me as "Ah Boi", or "Boi Boi". Honestly? I hope I grow my mustache soon, seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I listen. Then I realise there's so many people around me that are in worse shit than me. And I come to realise, Im actually pretty lucky. From a personal point of view, I'm glad, because at least my family's intact. In fact, compared to alot of rich kids out there, my family's really loving and close to each other. I hereby declare now that I am willing to die for my dad, mom, brother and sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think being homeless is better than staying in that run-down condo of mine, but what the hell, a condo's still a condo. And my family's actually pretty wealthy, though I would love it if a billion dollars drop out from the sky now and I can officially retire at the age of 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stop complaining people if u are. Live life to its fullest, because no matter how rich u are u still die someday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-45693555018071987?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/45693555018071987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=45693555018071987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/45693555018071987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/45693555018071987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-can-be-really-immature-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-5221672108556185970</id><published>2011-12-23T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T21:50:55.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rather than wasting my life at home like a loser, Ive recently started work at the polyclinic near my house. My job? Hand out application forms for some scheme, as well as help patients register for doctor consultation (which really just involves scanning ur nric and clicking the correct buttons). So all in all, my job's brainless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i really enjoy it. In a polyclinic there's only about what, a 100 staff members, and half of them are doctors while the other half are nurses, psas, cleaners, quarter-masters, me, so on and so forth. Because of this, everyone's a family, we have things like present exchange (tt really reminds me of angel-mortal), parties in the clinic, stuff liddat. Even though Im pretty much the only guy there, I feel like im part of their family. It's really awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love helps me overcome anything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-5221672108556185970?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/5221672108556185970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=5221672108556185970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/5221672108556185970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/5221672108556185970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2011/12/rather-than-wasting-my-life-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-4051313227036919452</id><published>2011-12-04T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T22:49:19.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's automatic, after ORD all you want is to keep yourself busy all the time. I spent my entire day arranging my room, then my house, then revising my chem stuff. I don't even need any transition period, just last 3 days ago I was sleeping my ass off. Haha, maybe I wasted too much time in army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise what a lucky guy I am today. I accidentally scolded my mom after she scolded my dad. (Wow, look who's the boss at home). Ok, I didn't really scold, I just asked her try not to be so rude. Before then I was pretty excited to go to the band concert in the evening, but after that incident I just wanted to stay at home to make it up to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family, and my family loves me. If I have love, I have everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-4051313227036919452?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/4051313227036919452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=4051313227036919452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/4051313227036919452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/4051313227036919452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-automatic-after-ord-all-you-want-is.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-514056593910441929</id><published>2011-11-17T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T22:44:40.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ONE WEEK LEFT, ONE WEEK LEFT, ONE WEEK LEFT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, i know, I've had numerous blog posts complaining about my life as a slave in army. But maybe I had been over-exaggerating, because I was happy most of the time. Even in hardcore tough, demoralising times such as SOC, outfield, IPPT and what nots, or when your commander tekan you cos of crazily stupid reasons like yawning, the only reflex I have when I walk down the memory lane is a big wide smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of? Because while ur entire body is drenched with irky urky sweat, ur face in so many creative patterns of green and black, you have your fellow brothers-in-arms with you. We look at each other and laugh at each other, mostly because we are in that same stupid situation and there's no way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAF emphasizes so much on teamwork, it can't emphasize enough. From simple things like throwing rubbish to hardcore stuff like outfield battles, you need a team to carry out everything swiftly and smoothly. And it's through these times that you forge friendships with each other, and learn from the strong points that others have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been inspired too many times. I always look in admiration at how Dunyang would take all the work, volunteer for all the chores, and never nags. I advised him countless times, even told him stories, that if everyone's like him in the world woah the world would be so perfect. No worries, no crime. But NOOOO, you've got jerks lying like dogs everywhere around and he's bound to get taken advantaged of some time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he always replies that life would be so much meaningful if we stop thinking about how unfair the world is. Muarks. Secret formula to stay young, happy and lead a life of no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always look at how Zhengxian demonstrates his seniority and leadership skills to get things done, and yet able to say 'no' whenever he feels unfair, wronged, or just wants to protect his section and platoon. Or how Weiteng, despite continuously failing and retaking and failing and retaking all the SOCs, never whines, though he doesn't seem to be happy as well. Emotion-less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will apply all I haven't learnt from them in my future endeavours. That's what NS is all about. If you haven't changed after these two years, if all u did was sleep in bunk, then you probably have wasted it all away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precious two years, fast huh? To all NSFs out there have you wasted it away? Before you know it, you have to work, marry, start a family and whoohoo, die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've forged serious friendships with Christopher, Weixing, Jeremiah, Yingxiang and the friend whom I spent the most number of years with, Eugene. I love to demonstrate violence on Christopher, maybe cos he irritates me too much, but come on, I never meant any of that. (Or did I?) Weixing, haha, my bestest friend in 40, maybe my earliest too. Stop stealing food and get your own, you cb. Jeremiah, I appreciate the fact that you always give good advice, and hang out with me in gym at night. And Yingxiang, all your GOD DAMN LAME NERDY GEPER JOKES I can only look back and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing's for sure we will see each other less and less, so i will try to get used to it. It's weird not seeing your faces in the toilet every morning, going for our meals together (now my meals would be me and myself only cos everyone in my family is busy and all), going for our movies, and so on. I sincerely hope you all would be successful in future, Yingxiang in your math, Christopher in your errr drawing or gaming or whatever, weixing in your family business, and jeremiah with your er girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my commanders are the absolute ultimate, esp Tse Siong Bernard Muyao Ee Hong. Our nightly body maintenance, the "Oh yeahssss" (Ok, I seriously hope all the vulgarities or whatever forms of guailan language I've learnt won't follow me into uni). I remember facing Tse Siong (whos in his M113) in the middle of track arguing with him that he's supposed to be dead cos i shot him already, but he just waved good bye at him and at that point of time I was too tempted to climb up the M113 and karate throw him down. I remember Bernard always asking me to do work, but yet always does the work with me, he's the closest to Dun Yang ever. Muyao who always provided me with comfort and advice, especially when I'm feeling really down. And Ee Hong, haha, ok, what the hell? I seriously don't know much about you cos most of our memories were forged in the gym, but you are a pro!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i better go right now. My post's too long and draggy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-514056593910441929?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/514056593910441929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=514056593910441929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/514056593910441929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/514056593910441929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-week-left-one-week-left-one-week.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-3813381334184544499</id><published>2011-09-25T07:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T07:56:39.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bye peeps. Going Australia for three whole weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homesick already. Maybe if it was for a vacation the feeling wouldn't be that shitty. But now it's going for outfields, cleaning weapons, bathing with a bunch of guys, going for a stupid RnR in some crazily small town which I have no idea why anyone would stay dere. THERE'S PRACTICALLY NOTHING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm OK. I'm OK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-3813381334184544499?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/3813381334184544499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=3813381334184544499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/3813381334184544499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/3813381334184544499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2011/09/bye-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-5815806393924013753</id><published>2011-09-11T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T12:32:48.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol MAF is overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You expect to meet tons of friends. After all, you haven't met for a year or so, so surely, you want to catch up about life no? But then u realise u are stupid, cos most of them would have predicted it's going to suck anyway and do a no-show, or would be studying at home for a better future. Then u also realise ur conversations usually revolve around the same topic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Hey, long time no see! where are you now ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You: "Army lo" (Come on, which physically healthy, non-gay guy, at this time, isn't?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some random guy beside me would say, "No, you are at hwachong." Now that's when i roll my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Hahaha! Where?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You: "40SAR"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "That's armour right? Cool! Where ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You: "CCK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Oh, when you ORD?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ON and ON and ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the conversation gets to what u are going to study and where, which is a little bit more exciting but still, god dammit, i've had at least 50 of such conversations in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will soon reach the point where I will ask that guy to shut the f*ck up, but on close reflection, yeah, shouldn't friends talk about this kind of stuff if they haven't seen each other for a very long time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's when i reach the conclusion that MAF sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lan would have been a better idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-5815806393924013753?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/5815806393924013753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=5815806393924013753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/5815806393924013753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/5815806393924013753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2011/09/lol-maf-is-overrated.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-5848494888852827601</id><published>2011-09-09T16:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T17:46:21.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a five hour afternoon nap. Some idiot stole my bed yesterday while I was doing guard. It was so damn obvious that bed had a rightful occupant, there was my bag and personal belongings right beside it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i pretended to be nice and avoided him the situation of opening his eyes only to see a fist coming towards him. It's okay. It's just sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know u r in a bad mood if u complain about the smallest things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-5848494888852827601?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/5848494888852827601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=5848494888852827601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/5848494888852827601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/5848494888852827601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2011/09/had-five-hour-afternoon-nap.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-2803767649121609516</id><published>2011-09-07T16:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T17:20:29.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Funny, how a complete soccer nub like me is playing Championship Manager 10/11 now, and pretty much addicted to it, haha. Maybe managing a team, which grants me the almighty (sometimes wicked) ability to do things like creating my virtually invincible virtual team, winning every single league, have millions of fans liking me, or fining players for no reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher once told me how gaming opens up your imagination, allows u to do things that u cant do in real life. I told him that was bullshit, mainly because the only game i ever played was neopets (is anyone still playing that?). That was bullshit, it didn't even teach me how to take care of a pet properly, since ur pet can never die even if it's hunger status says it's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dying&lt;/span&gt;, and it still lks god damn happy anyway. Oh, and dota, but what, that didn't open up my imagination in any way. It only shot my Sec 3 MSG up to nearly 4 points. What's that compared to all the things gaming is doing to our young children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe im starting to understand his point after all. A bit. And what right do i have to deny him anyway, he's the one who spend hours on his PSP every single day and still did better than me in A-levels. But i suppose it depends on the type of game u play? How much time u spend on it too, to get that balance. I guess too much of a good thing can be bad for anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ws marshalling for AHM a few days ago btw. I arrived at park mall at 2am to set up everything. Anyway dere's virtually nothing to do, cos the contractors did everything for us. I did manage to visit FORT CANNING hotel which was so awesome we were trying to decide our shifts so we can take turns to rest in their toilet. anyway we gt chased out aft that. Apparently some couple's having their wedding over dere and their janitor is angry at us for using the toilet when he has already cleaned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met a few friends, haha. We didn't tok much anyway, since most of them are already dying once they reached my 16km mark. Guojun and yongjie were walking. A pregnant women who walked all the way were faster than them. I have no right to say anyway since i didn't run anything but screw them for making me go home so late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went out yesterday to watch "Crazy stupid love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great i realise my blogging stamina sucks. cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-2803767649121609516?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/2803767649121609516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=2803767649121609516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/2803767649121609516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/2803767649121609516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2011/09/funny-how-complete-soccer-nub-like-me.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-6170480463182081761</id><published>2011-08-08T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T19:53:23.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's crazy haha. Just a few weeks ago I was completely crazed by korean dramas, but now im on a wuxia-mania. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In just six bookout days, Ive finished watching r&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;eturn of the condor heroes&lt;/span&gt; (both the HK and China variants), &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the legendary sibilings&lt;/span&gt; (1 and 2), and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;demi-gods and semi-devils&lt;/span&gt;. OK, i skipped certain parts here and there, but i was going to book in already (SCREW THE EARLY BOOK-IN TIMING!!) and i just gotta watch the epic scenes, like yang guo's hand getting chopped off by that stupid guofu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even borrowed the "legendary sibilings" novels from dunyang, but my attempts to read it failed, thanks to my lousy chinese foundation and the unfortunate fact that the chinese characters are typed out from up to down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past people seem to be leading less stressful lives than u know, modern people like us. They practically don't have to care about money (ok, it's called tael last time right), cos if you are one of those guys that wander around the entire continent fighting crime u probably can find food anytime u want - wild plants, animals blah blah. All u probably gotta do is learn some martial skills and go around killing bad people, or seeking revenge for ur already dead daddy, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not. Look, all these wuxia novels are simply just fantasies. (U seriously think u can jump 50m into the air, create force fields with just a sleeve, summon energy dragons to fight for u, or meet an over-sized condor that teach u martial arts?). In the past you still gotta work to pay off your crazy taxes or debts, and face problems like inflation etc. You also need to know tons of stuff to be successful, or to do things like passuing exams so u can get into the govt. Think about it, isn't it pretty similar to wad we are going through today? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difference? No TV, aircon, dota. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past you also got a monarchic government whos in charge for your welfare (unlike what we have today, democracy), so this means you sometimes have corrupted retards who got into a certain position thanks to their family tree (e.g. Wanli, who doesn't give a s*it about state affairs, exploit the govt and his people for money, and became so obese that he can barely stand up by himself).    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe, if u can really get yourself out of all this crap, learn an entire set of undefeatable fighting skills, go around the world fighting crime and the forces of evil (sorry, why am i thinking of powerful girls now), or retreat into somewhere far far away with ur loved ones and spend the rest of your life dere, you probably have nth to worry about and lead a meaningful life u've always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i think about the crap im going through now, and the many many worries i have in life. Money, when i can promote, the impression i give to others, BLAHH BLAHHH BLRRLLAHHHH. Sometimes i think about TV, air-con, and the fact that i still have a father and mother with me who's still alive cos dere's no li muo chou arnd firing poison needles at random people. You gotta admit, if you ever get pricked by a poison needle (that supposedly has no cure a few thousand years ago), u can probably just hop urself to the hospital to get treatment that's probably even sponsored by SAF :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i can achieve a balance, the best of both worlds. I don't have to be a super successful person, but at least before i pass away i can say ive lead a meaningful life with no regrets. I would try to think less about the stresses i have in life, and lead my life meaningfully with my loved ones around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-6170480463182081761?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/6170480463182081761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=6170480463182081761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/6170480463182081761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/6170480463182081761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-crazy-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-4464395121732844644</id><published>2011-07-15T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T22:16:26.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday marks my last local outfield in Singapore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, the way our emotions work. Nearly all my outfields were situated around the same area, which means this place seems to the source of all my hatred on army, countless blog posts, conversation topics etc. It's like disliking an idiot (say we call him Sal) but saying u miss him, because a part of your life was about destroying Sal's life, making his life hell-like, talking behind his back, or getting inflamed from his selfish or retarded actions. No matter what an eyesore Sal is, point is, you are probably used to it, and it has already formed part of your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point of the last paragraph. Nothing. Haha, this is a blog. It records what I think, mind you. Anyway now to the main point of my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever your work, there will always be big fat lazy pigs who seem to be NEVER involved in the work that needs to be done. Say, before outfield, he complains of a puny medical condition that no even girls do, say, hmm, foot rot (Ok, contrary to popular belief, foot rot is just an infection that can be as minor as a skin peel), hence excusing him, or should i say, her, from the 4 days of hell, and indirectly giving everyone else more work to do. After outfield, where everyone is busy cleaning the section's machine gun, he is upstairs washing up, snoozing on his bed, or watching movie on his PSP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly i admire this guy. How he can stand being hated by nearly everyone else without giving a shit, how he can stand the guilt, and how he can survive till today with that kind of f*cked up attitude. Still, he's still burns my eyes. My entire body gets heated up when I see his face. He's like a laser that shoots at my eyes when they meet contact. ARGHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this kind of situation familiar to you anyway? No? I think every NSF faces alot of such situations in army, but less in the outside world I suppose. Cos in army, you've got to do so much mundane stuff that you have no interest in, giving more room for selfishness. Out of the boundaries of army, you will probably be pursuing your own interests, so you probably like doing whatever u are asked to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't freakin' care, because next time he needs help, I won't give anything to him. Money, a body cell, or even a single nucleotide on my DNA. Someone told me i shouldn't remember grudges, and and should continue helping anyone no matter what he did to you. But I can't, I really can't. Cos I think if anyone can do that in my shoes, he would be god-like. I would give him all the respect in the world man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, this is debatable, because if it depends on what help he needs, and whether my memory fails me after a long period of time. But definitely I would be doubtful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you can call this revenge. I simply want to make him feel whatever I felt. So in the end I would be just like him. But no, i'm not. Because unlike him, I would still help those whom I feel is worth helping. I simply look at who I help thats all. Why should I give him my attention, when he had never given me any? Maybe that time would be, finally, the time for him to reflect. Sooner or later he wld realise, hey, what the heck did all my friends go? woah. wake-up call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a story. A long time ago there was this tribe living in the forest. If everyone were to mutually help each other, then of course the tribe would succeed. But as time passes, some members of the tribe begin to backstab each other. They want a bigger share of food, more land, whatever. Then of course with so much backstabbing going on, the tribe would fail. And THIS is when you have a government formed, to make sure everyone work in peace together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in army, this government is called the commanders - our specs and officers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if the government fails, that's why the whole thing repeats again. But if you are the only non-selfish one, you will lose out. You are going to have a hard time protecting yourself, and even protecting the government, because no one listens to the government's orders, and if no one does the crap, the whole society would collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does that mean sometimes you have to be selfish? I don't know. I haven't really thought about it yet. But really, this deserves some thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-4464395121732844644?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/4464395121732844644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=4464395121732844644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/4464395121732844644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/4464395121732844644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2011/07/yesterday-marks-my-last-local-outfield.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-3760715277601643793</id><published>2011-05-15T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T20:03:47.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm totally addicted to the korean drama 'Playful kiss', otherwise less commonly known as "Mischievous kiss", "It started with a kiss" or 惡作劇之吻 in Chinese. Explains why I haven't blogged for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on a popular manga "Itazura na Kiss", the story revolves around this dim-witted and disaster-prone girl who has this humongous, insane crush on a guy who's pretty much perfect in everything. They eventually live together under the same roof. Despite detesting and despising the girl right from the start, the guy somehow developed feelings for her with time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the joy and entertainment it added to my precious weekends, the show tells you other things as well. Most importantly, I suppose, is that love cannot be solved with merely a math equation. Sure, there's probably this girl who has everything you imagined your perfect girlfriend to have, but are you a hundred percent sure that dream girl is right for you? Don't only look on the surface, judge a person with his or her character, and you can only get the right answer by spending more time with that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes you think about your schooling days when you spent your years looking at another person from afar right. No? Makes me really think about it. I now understand I completely wasted my precious time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than finding a girl who looks perfect from the outside, I want to find one who really suits me. Most importantly, I must be happy spending time with her. And that takes time, not something you can tell from just knowing that person for a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend the show to everyone btw. Those who really wanna get some laughs haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-3760715277601643793?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/3760715277601643793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=3760715277601643793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/3760715277601643793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/3760715277601643793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-totally-addicted-to-korean-drama.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-2512985392122769845</id><published>2011-04-16T10:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T10:54:05.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the past two weeks, my mind was all about "booking-out,booking out", man, ive never looked forward to going home more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My captain sent me to go for driving course. It's a M113 driving course. To get a civilian vehicle license it would probably take a few months but this takes me only 8 days. Easy? yeah right. The training schedule was enough to get me screaming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some info on the M113. It's not a tank, it's an armoured vehicle. Ok, for non-army personnel (senior citizens, girls), you can think of it as a tank. A search on the google image box and u can see the difference between a tank and an armoured vehicle. Ok, er, it's slow (we usually drive at around 20-25 miles an hour), controlled using a pair of joysticks and not steering wheel (so I don't get any practice before I take my civilian driving license), and it's an oven inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first two days were theory lessons. Memorising's what Im good at, so yeah, the TSR test was a piece of cake. Even the driving on the remaining days is manageable. Everyone's nervous at the start. You don't know what you are supposed to do, you'll forget the basics (put on seat belt, clip on ur CVC), and you'll panic. But after a while, hey, it's pretty easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the maintenance part. It's through these few days I realise we've been doing it all wrong in camp. I don't remember putting on the track fixture before we break the track. hah. short-cuts huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were instructors who are super duper nice but there are ones who are super strict and scream at all ur mistakes. Come on, we are new at this. I realli felt like speeding down the gully to send them flying away out of the VC hatch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gedong is crap compared to keat hong. Keat hong is a new camp, but Gedong is hell old. The toilet has 5 cubicles for all 27 of us. For Keat Hong this fraction is usually the inverse. All the muachees and rojak is worth this inconvenience? Nah, not worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, ok, maybe Im just not used to the camp and everything. Maybe Keat Hong is just too great. I don't know haha. But when I went in I experience that feeling I get whenever I go camping back in school. Detachment la. And im telling you i hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the wait for your turn to drive is hell long. 3 vehicles for all 27 people. They should indent more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember getting pissed off when my camp guys went nights out and Im outfield driving using the NVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But im really happy it's all over and I got my license haha. Whoohoo. My first license. Im pretty proud of myself. Haha. But if u ask me whether i wanna do it all over again nope. no way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-2512985392122769845?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/2512985392122769845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=2512985392122769845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/2512985392122769845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/2512985392122769845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2011/04/for-past-two-weeks-my-mind-was-all.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-3382111816556956204</id><published>2011-03-25T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T22:52:58.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of the most interesting outfields haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have this habit of abandoning me, apparently. So first day during halt and laager my PS nida arrow 2 people to be OP/LP, which in layman terms means you stone somewhere pretty far away and alert everyone when any enemy comes. I was going to put on my LBV cos it was 6pm at that time which means it was my turn to do the ram sentry, but my PS thought i was kind enuf to volunteer, so what the hell. The other guy was my sergeant btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By right we were supposed to dig shellscrape but we went by left la, cos we aren't stupid ma, and no one bothers to check at tt site anyway. Anyway it's damn stupid leaving us dere cos our comms didn't work so even if deres enemy we couldn't contact anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it rained in the middle of the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 times. So it rained, and I got dry again. Then it rained, and rained again. What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes army is really, haiz. I mean, i endured the rain while everyone else rest in the vehicle. But aiyah, life is unfair la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day i was asked to become a fake casualty. So i went to a place populated with medics who helped me put on a bandage, which i took off immediately aft that lah. But the medics are good leh, with the bandages, which i completely didn't expect seeing the medic in my bunk is a complete slacker. But no one came to pick me up. So i went with a store tunnel to the battalion HQ, meaning i dun have to fight the last mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah, i liked it that i didn't have to fight la. but what the hell i feel so abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just spent 2 hours trying to get my PS2 emulator working but IT CAN'T. DAMMIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-3382111816556956204?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/3382111816556956204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=3382111816556956204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/3382111816556956204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/3382111816556956204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-of-most-interesting-outfields-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-2988791836009036441</id><published>2011-03-18T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T20:49:08.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Booking in tonight. Gotta do guard duty for someone tomorrow whose supposedly sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outfield next monday. My OC has dengue but is still going. Haiz. Army has people from two different ends. You have regulars whose super dedicated while u have NSFs who, haha, thinks army is a waste of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-2988791836009036441?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/2988791836009036441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=2988791836009036441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/2988791836009036441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/2988791836009036441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2011/03/booking-in-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-1821050373924352620</id><published>2011-03-12T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T20:04:25.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha just before bookout yesterday I was really really worried cos i have absolutely NO PLANS for the weekend and have others call me a nerd cos i spend my precious weekend with just a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah might as well stay back in camp and tank someone's guard duty right. Sell your weekend labour for 2 guard duty points. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have reached the point where I rely too much on my friends to keep me company. This probably won't be the case if my home life is at least more exciting. I dun play games (frankly because my parents don't like this kind of thing), my parents rarely go out (cos everyone is just so busy), so i basically spend my time at home with facebook, youtube, or nua by taking naps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even think of saying im a mommy's boy or whatever crap. I also think playing games isn't good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway point is i realise that spending time at home with yourself isn't really something to be ashamed of. Being alone with yourself gives you time to reflect, and understand more about yourself, through which becoming a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, im not even sure whether this is true but yeah i do some reflection myself la arr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANyway tons of people spend their weekends at home and if u are that kind of person whose feeling like me right now u shouldn't be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did spend my weekend outside today la. At NUS Open house, with dunyang haha. It was pretty good but the NTU goodie bag was better. Im surprised i didn't see alot of aunties dere, trying to take the goodie bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im trying to think which hall to stay in haha. And whether i want to be involved in hall activities. Too soon la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro's having his final medicine exams. The whole house is quiet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-1821050373924352620?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/1821050373924352620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=1821050373924352620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/1821050373924352620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/1821050373924352620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2011/03/haha-just-before-bookout-yesterday-i.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-3065253619090394562</id><published>2011-03-06T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T20:01:44.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ive matured over the years, i realised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i know it's kinda obvious. But i remember myself being the kid of the sch, the class, my cca, and every other group im in. People used to pinch my cheeks, even my JUNIOR pinches my cheek, haha. (Think Jiexuan.) I had the highest number of votes for the cutest guy in my sec 3 and sec 4 class. I was a kid who talks about masked rider 555 the entire day. But no longer i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i still look like a kid. Everyone tells me that. The army guys especially. But my character underwent a drastic change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it easier to recover from setbacks, and climb up again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a purpose in life. I know what I want to do when I grow up. At the same time I know how to balance my interests and find something that's best for me. I want money, and I love drugs. So maybe in the future I want to go into the drug business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I set a goal, I try to understand hw I can go about doing it, and then really, I push towards it with all my might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt how to think more critically, and stop jumping to conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt how to put myself int the shoes of others. Maybe this kinda coincides with my previous point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live my life to its fullest. I want to make sure before i die, i can truthfully tell myself i led an amazing life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt to live above army. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im proud of myself for having all these changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I started to research on my career prospects. Good time spent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hwachong A Level results came out. I was super happy HCI had the top scorer so I went to tease my RJ friends. Turns out RJ has 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck for ur university applications juniors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my quote of the day. It's better to have loved and lost than not to have loved at all. :) Credits to Weixing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-3065253619090394562?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/3065253619090394562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=3065253619090394562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/3065253619090394562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/3065253619090394562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2011/03/ive-matured-over-years-i-realised.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-1804485535898011023</id><published>2011-03-05T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T19:21:28.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spend my saturday with my nerd gang from high school. Just guojun and zhonghong, gt pangsehed by jeremy who rather go for some scholarship talk fine then GOOD LUCK WITH GETTING THAT SCHOLARSHIP JEREEEEE. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i met guojun at 12 and ate at buddy hoagies, a not-very-well-known western food restaurant that actually has a couple of other branches on the island. I wanted McValue lunch but he said he ate macdonalds too often oh well. So we tokcoked in the restaurant about life, but of course mostly about army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhonghong's an officer now he's the first officer i scolded vulgarities to whoohoo shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just a side comment: "SOON" shouldn't be an answer you give someone whos trying to ask u when u will be arriving. Haha. Right, zhonghong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent our entire afternoon playing billiards and pool at my condo. haha. Im good at pool! I practically didn't touch it before today but i think i made drastic imprvements haha. Yeah i keep getting all the fouls but i score a decent number of balls so i dun think im classified as a nub anymore. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it started to rain my dad sent them home. Not exactly the best outing but hey i didn't have to travel, they met my dad (who really gave me quite a good impression, not like they just know me), and we tokcoked a hell lot. And i learnt something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class is at desert buffet now and i can't make it. why am i craving for it god haha. Actually all deserts taste the same la, and does the same thing. Have fun getting fat people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-1804485535898011023?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/1804485535898011023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=1804485535898011023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/1804485535898011023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/1804485535898011023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2011/03/spend-my-saturday-with-my-nerd-gang.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-3558806112488383557</id><published>2011-03-05T10:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T10:39:02.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My first half of this week was total crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm lets see. First, there was outfield. I won't talk much about my exercise since my blog is u know, publicly accessible to everyone, and secondly, the army is cruel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so first my boots broke, cracked into half. That means I walked on socks, up slopes, on stone pavements, and you could see small tiny blood stains on my socks aft the 3 days outfield. How the hell can my boots break la. My brother told me it can withstand a grenade blast sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my bro's a liar. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, my head rammed into the vehicle cos it's so freakin' small and the vertical height of the interior is so short. Yeah yeah i shld wear a helmet. Try wearing it for 10 straight hours and your head can probably be used to cook an egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing about carrying heavy load is it's ok to keep walking and just get the whole thing over and done with. Find the enemy, kill them. But if you have to walk for like 5 seconds, stop for 2 minutes and repeat it over and over again, just cos the first guy can't bash through the thick vegetation, it's 10 times more energy-draining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was super angry after the whole thing and i told my commanders not to promote me so i have an excuse to downpes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean it lar. Just saying it out of frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of things happened lately. My life is pretty empty now but somehow it made me feel there's a new beginning. Like, from nw onwards i nid to make my weekends more useful, go for attachments, find a job and earn money, and stuff. This 2 years shouldn't be a waste of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will start to keep in touch with friends i lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im smart. I will have a bright future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-3558806112488383557?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/3558806112488383557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=3558806112488383557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/3558806112488383557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/3558806112488383557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-first-half-of-this-week-was-total.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-1396070666976522545</id><published>2011-02-26T17:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T18:22:44.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So ive been doing some thinking about my army life. Not much, mostly while im sleeping. And yeah, ive gt other stuff to think about while doing that but whatever. Ok, I realised that i weren't really happy last year about being stuck in army, and kinda sorted several ways for me to downpes. Sometimes i hate being a guy (k rarely), and quite frequently, i hate it tt others can downpes with minor injuries that they quite possibly can't even feel it at all and cos of tt they get an admin job and get to do stuff like use internet the entire day. Jealous, and pissed at myself that, well, im not so lucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i realised this hatred kinda subsided as time passes by. Getting used to it? And maybe there are several things about army that u and i are enjoying, that you possibly wun notice it cos of whatever reasons. Maybe as human beings we kinda notice the negative stuff and less the positive things in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's true. You dun notice how important your mom is to you and the little things she does and when she, say, cooks something you hate you go rambling about it non-stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't do that btw. Im an optimistic guy and i love my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point is, because of army, i met nice, funny, smart, sometimes rude rowdy people whom i became friends with. I met different people, with completely different characters. And it's hard to use a single word to describe their characters, but i like them. im not totally sure all of them's going to be friends for life, but im sure they added tons of fun and excitement to my army life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of army ive learnt tons of stuff. This isn't really important cos im not going to use most of wad i learn anyway. Im toking about stuff like breaking track cleaning arms blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive become more responsible i think. But in some ways ive become more streetsmart. I used to do things strictly by the book. K, kinda cliche. But ive learnt that you can be responsible and chao keng at the same time. Yeah, do what u are supposed to do, but do it with minimum effort and time. I think that's something ive learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story, but thanks to army, ive found the best, nicest, warmest girlfriend any guy can have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if you take a more positive view it can help you quite a bit. To all enlistees and my army peers out dere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't downpes. My buddy just did. Now i have to carry the shared field pack and bangalore by myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-1396070666976522545?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/1396070666976522545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=1396070666976522545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/1396070666976522545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/1396070666976522545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-ive-been-doing-some-thinking-about.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-2563893333795266459</id><published>2011-02-06T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T19:27:00.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my blog's invaded by others. hu are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my "O" cn my keybcard no longer works anymore. Had to press it really relaly really really really really hard. great. I have to copy the letter and paste it everytime i wanna use the letter. sians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LLaLWehxJFc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is gd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-2563893333795266459?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/2563893333795266459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=2563893333795266459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/2563893333795266459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/2563893333795266459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-blogs-invaded-by-others.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LLaLWehxJFc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-891718188339867357</id><published>2011-01-30T17:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T18:32:02.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I last posted! haha, I dunno what I was busy with, in fact I haven't really been busy with anything. Just didn't really get the inertia to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok today's my bookin and tmr's my bookout. Yeah, lame. There's CNY celebration in camp tomorrow. I don't see how it's going to be anything great. For one, I don't see any guy, a single person or soul, working on anything for the celebration last week. Ok, yeah, I see a white board with stuff written on it so I guess there's going to be a game, but that's it! Anyway, yeah, wadever, Im happy with the block leave tt's all haaha.  I don't expect it to be anything like the one I had back in school, with all the singing dancing and stuff. Probably okay when you were younger but now tt you are older and wiser tt's kinda gay, and surely my camp mates are going to make a fool out of it. Whatever, I didn't really like all the singing and dancing in school anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive developed the reading habit again. Never had tt since.....primary school? primary 4 or 5? Yeah, I stopped at "Pokemon and the Journey to the Orange Islands" u if I don't remember wrongly.  Yeah, I expected this to happen sooner or later anyway. In camp life is hell boring without a PSP or an IPOD touch, and with games like LOA where you can link up with multiple players to play you practically can't find anyone to borrow a PSP anymore. Hate this. Anyway, I borowed "A Walk to Remember" by nicholas sparks from jeremiah, and the reading is really pleasant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I gotta say is better read than to study vocab list for some stupid SATS you are trying to get yourself out of. Dad's been trying to get me to take SATS to get some A*Star scholarship, but I don't want it. I love to work in the hospital, and I hate A*Star. I worked dere before, and I had to hide myself in one corner of the pantry the entire afternoon because it's just so boring. You've got a computer, and other than the fact that you use it to keep records of your research findings, the other function it serves is to keep you entertained when you are, say, waiting for something to heat up, which can take maybe an hour or so. For your career's sake you probably wun do tt. So my point is, life is so boring dere! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what are the chances I will get the scholarship anyway. I applied for A*star last year and didn't even get shortlisted. Say I do take SATS, im faced with the possibility that 1) I won't get the results i want, given my shitty english, 2) A*star won't shortlist me for the interview, cos I don't have any H3, and 3) A*star won't accept me after I go through that interview. YEAHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Im a compassionate guy, not to boast or anything, I like to help ppl, interact with ppl. So I don't think research's right for me, really. I mean, I would rather take pharmD than to take pHD, and if i ever want to do research I rather go to some private company like Pfizer where I can really fetch the money. Anyway I need time to think about this. So. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARMY...hmm there was the grenade drill this week, which I had tons of fun throwing like thousands of dummy grenades, and fetching them,of course. My sergeants are great, and Im happy to have sergeants who'll bring me to gym every night haha. Sucks that your training schedule has to follow your commander's since you are not allowed to go to the gym without a commander accompanying you. What, your sergeant is your daddy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A series of live firings and I got marksman, of course, most of the help comes from my section since the score is an average of what we get. I sucked! haha. Anyway i got $200 la. Not relaly planning to put on the badge I think it's pretty ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i think i'll watch youtube now. Will update more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-891718188339867357?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/891718188339867357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=891718188339867357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/891718188339867357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/891718188339867357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-been-long-time-since-i-last-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-3936191367743960427</id><published>2011-01-02T20:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T21:38:33.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 2011!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my new resolutions for 2011. I would be spending most of my time in army, so ill be probably be more realistic about what I can accomplish outside of army. Yepyep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Academics wise, ill aim to finish taking SATS and get that A star scholarship my dad wants me to get so dearly. Haha. That means using my available free time in army to you kno, &lt;em&gt;mug&lt;/em&gt;. Really now I would envy any guy who actually does any mugging in camp cos really, ive pretty much wasted three-quarters of my entire 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll try to maintain the fitness schedule I have now. More running, gyming, and maybe, just maybe, learn a few sports. It's more convenient now that Ive gt tons of sports facilities right below my house. Basketball would probably the first ill learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know my army friends better? Haha. The mono guys, esp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ill give my best to my relationship yep. Keep it going, and make her the happiest girl on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ORD! QUICK QUICK, come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this new year is a pretty good one. Overnight stay at Tunglin's house. Had to squeeze with howie at night which was a pain. I opened my heart out to him but it was unfortunate that wasn't mutual. Haha. Kidding eh. Didn't talk much la, I felt i wasn't that prepared for a sleepover, cos the whole pt of a sleepover is not to sleep. Yeah. Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest are just playing monopoly deal anyway. Stupid game. I can play my entire day in army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BBQ food was great and plenty, but I didn't fancy the carrot cake that much. And the PS. Man i nid to ask my parents to get me one. All the slashing was shiok, tts my favourite kind of game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I went to say byebye to fishie in the morning at Changi Airport, followed by breakfast with Weihan, Jon and Howie. I ate curry chicken rice and felt super full and thirsty aft that. Anyway, i suddenly wondered why Singaporeans eat so little for breakfast when in fact it's healthier to eat more at the start of the day and progressively less for the rest of the day, and tts why koreans do, at least on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And watched harry potter just now! half blood prince. Pays to have SCV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep i should probably log off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-3936191367743960427?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/3936191367743960427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=3936191367743960427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/3936191367743960427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/3936191367743960427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-2011-heres-my-new-resolutions-for.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-7662933136862310624</id><published>2010-12-30T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T20:04:12.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My holidays have been awesome. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23rd December 2010 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah the magic of facebook. Youve gt like what, fifty over people wishing you happy birthday then you look at them one by one and realise that hey, you haven wished any of them happy birthday on fb before. Haha. Ok, i feel really really guilty haha. But it's party because I don't use facebook until this year so haha. I'm really touched. Thanks everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also through this birthday that I vow I will try my best to wish everyone I remember a happy birthday, cos I know how much it means to that special someone on that special day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on my birthday I had lunch at astons with yingzhen. Man I miss Astons. It's too awesome no wonder everyone knows it. Anyway I only started eating lunch at like what 3, cos suntec is just too big la seriously. Ok it was pretty much my first time at suntec in like a few years so yep here's my excuse. And thanks yingzhen for the superb birthday cake and the super cute birthday, and the birthday card tt can last me at least a month hahaha. It made my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went karaoke with my classmates that was pretty much a sleeping session so yep that's it. -_-''' What? I suck at singing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And had pizza at night with my family. It was really just a simple family dinner at the dining table but I feel really really happy haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24th December 2010&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Eve, I went to a Christian concert at Glory Presbyterian Church, to watch yingzhen perform. Im not a Christian, i'm a Buddhist. But Im completely fascinated with the faith and how Christmas seems to bond the entire Christian community as a whole. Before you even walk into the main hall (i dunno whats that called but it's where they pray and where the bride walks in during a wedding in the movies), the usher would shake your hands. Then there's someone who knows you don't have a bible volunteers to share it with you, and after the concert everyone just shakes hand with one another even though they completely dono each other at all. It's pretty touching haha, like everyone just suddenly become neighbours with each other, which is damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26th December 2010&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Band gathering at my house! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body started to have a hell lot of red spots in the morning. I look like one of those dogs in the 101 dalmations movie, except my spots are red la. Bad day to have spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I felt i was a lousy host cos I couldn't bring the band guys into my house cos of some reasons. They played games and ordered pizza at night that's it. Oh yah, there was turkey, courtesy of Cynthia. Caught up with the guys. Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27th December 2010&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Went out with yihuang weiyang and melissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth? this post is getting ridiculously long. anyway i went to see doctor at ktp hospital who doesn't seem to know whats wrong with me and why im getting red spots it ain't chickenpox man im tired my hands need a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i will go off first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-7662933136862310624?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/7662933136862310624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=7662933136862310624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/7662933136862310624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/7662933136862310624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-holidays-have-been-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-1591620441824449852</id><published>2010-12-22T10:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T11:12:07.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LEAVE! Haha. long long break. Too bad for the others who didn't manage to come out. Army ate my leave, now it is paying back its debt. Im sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great i was in the office yesterday signing the bookin/out book when the admin guy typing out the Routine Orders (RO) for the day asked me for a "quote of the day", so i gave &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy&lt;/span&gt;, but what the hell it wasn't read out. wadever. I skipped home anyway, happily, like a primary school kid. That feeling, it's like getting out of prison. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why i gave this quote. I know lots of quotes. I read about them recently, but all of them are about marriages? Marriage is a three-ring affair, first the engagement ring, then the wedding ring, then the suffering, something along these lines. Well I don't give a damn anyway. Quotes. Their purpose is to impress your GP essay graders. That's all. You just need to get what the quote means that's all, but sometimes i think they should just say it directly instead of having people waste their time thinking what the hell the sentence means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like the world doesn't want me to book out. It was raining not cats and dogs, more like tigers and wild beasts. None of the friends in my click are booking out. I can imagine what's going to happen to my bed after im gone la. People are just going to take my pillow and drool all over it, sleep on my bed, whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I booked in with the mentality that I can sleep my entire two days turns out, well, i can't, cos, Section 2 has to go paint the vehicle, darn, and aiyah, lots of stuff la. Gym sessions with sergeant bernard, christopher blah blah. Basically the gym sessions were fun. Because of them I can enjoy my meals in camp without feeling guilty. And christopher keeps making me laugh with all the serious business talks. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming haha. :D Can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-1591620441824449852?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/1591620441824449852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=1591620441824449852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/1591620441824449852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/1591620441824449852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/12/leave-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-727158542044113559</id><published>2010-12-19T08:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T13:03:35.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life in camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Family Guy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6OkcucXIuVI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6OkcucXIuVI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Friends &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vE-aKcbxm10?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vE-aKcbxm10?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Music Videos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a2RA0vsZXf8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a2RA0vsZXf8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and other stuff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-727158542044113559?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/727158542044113559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=727158542044113559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/727158542044113559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/727158542044113559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/12/pretty-good-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-5428989679479627563</id><published>2010-12-18T20:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T20:49:36.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKK found a new blog template, 'cos xinyu said on my tagboard my previous template strains her eyes, and i had nothing better to do anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished my ICCT. Ive finally figured out what it stands for btw. &lt;strong&gt; Intermediate Close Combat Training &lt;/strong&gt;. Basically you learn how to fight, and they teach you stuff like how to fall without hurting that much, locking people, release yourself from chokes and stuff like that. It's kinda like teaching you how to defend yourself, but not so much on hurting others? which really sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the instructor PMSed on the last day, cos he thought we were ill-prepared to take the final grading. He was right. We couldn't remember anything. One thing ive learnt from this is tt when it comes to stuff that you nid to know the technique really well, and know alot alot of techniques, with new stuff coming to you everyday, you really gotta keep refreshing those techniques in your brain every now and then, after every lesson, and even better, taking them down so u can refer to whatever youve learnt in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Useful stuff to know you kno, ICCT. You nvr know when you are going to get into a fight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah went hospital two days ago. Ingrown toe nail! haha. It was pain lah, to those of you hu think ingrown toe nail is a joke. Anyway, i thought it was a simple toe infection so i went to the MO to try and get some antiseptic, or wadever, for my toe. Turns out the MO wasn't dere, and was on leave, so he's a slacker. And the medic says it's quite serious so he got me to Kranji Camp. IN AN AMBULANCE. And apparently the kranji camp MO didn't know how to get rid of my ingrown toe nail, so, i got sent to khoo teck puat hospital IN AN AMBULANCE. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's my first time reporting sick and i got to sit in an ambulance twice. BUt the stupid driver from my camp refuses to on the aircon so right, if there was a severely injured guy in that vehicle even if he's still alive he wld probably have died from like what, heat exhaustion or sth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the ambulance from kranji camp dumped me dere and went back by itself so i have to ask my dad to send me back to camp, since my house is only 300m away from ktp hospital and my dad was free at tat time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was hell worried when i was in the surgery room. She thought i was going to die. Ah mother love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe doctor dere advised me on how to cut your toenail correctly, and, during the surgery put on some anaestatic, so i can't feel anything, then with a really sharp knife cut the side of the nail out, and washed it clean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had attn C but i didn't go home. Shows how commited i am to my camp. hah. ya right. i had nth to do at home la, cos basically if you go home on an MC they will monitor you one, so you can't go out of the house. Espeically given i have a really really "caring" PC who comes into my bunk opensmy blanket just to check my toenail im pretty much i won't have much chance to escape from my house haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides ive got "Friends" to watch in camp. It's a TV series. I loved it. And Christopher has Skyline in his PSP. Worst worst movie ever. The whole movie's about aliens who eat human brains. And somehow our brains glow in the movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, what else. Watched rupunzel just now with jeremy guojun janus? Best animated film ive ever seen. Either this or how to train your dragon, which is equally good. Its the second most expensive movie made, and i wonder why, given it's really just animation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to enjoy my bookout now. And from next tuesday night onwards im free all the way for the rest of the year. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-5428989679479627563?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/5428989679479627563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=5428989679479627563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/5428989679479627563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/5428989679479627563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/12/okk-found-new-blog-template-cos-xinyu.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-3058256409713607941</id><published>2010-12-05T18:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T18:25:51.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had oisha pizza yest with yingzhen, and walked together along bukit timah road cos apparently someone's too lazy to go home to study haha. Pretty much the best date so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im really happy and fortunate to have someone to hang out with and have fun with during my bookouts. it really means alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And went to swim today. Haha. This week's going to be my burn fat week. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-3058256409713607941?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/3058256409713607941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=3058256409713607941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/3058256409713607941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/3058256409713607941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/12/had-oisha-pizza-yest-with-yingzhen-and.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-3558480721092492557</id><published>2010-12-04T12:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T13:07:45.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This place's probably the most convenient place on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's at least 10 different wet markets within walking distance from my house, and me mom loves that. And all my favourite food eateries are near my house, the economical ones. Macs for the quick and easy meal, prima deli for the waffle, bubble tea for the bubble tea, jollibean for the soy milk and a hell lot more. I haven't actually explored everywhere yet, bt so far it's pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invited Sgt Jun En to my house today. We went gym. Haha. I love to play dere. Means that you can eat more aft that without feeling guilty cos you actually did some work already. Didn't go for long though, at most an hour and a half. Also went to explore around the condo. The games room, sadly, is actually a study room, with just a few tables and maybe some magazines. And man old condos have lousy toilets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had ICCT this week. I have no idea what it stands for, but i know the last two letters CT stands for combat training. Means you learn how to fight. So we learn stuff like how to break fall, which means to fall in such a way that you won't hurt. But we did at least a thousand times this week, it gotta hurt! But the instructor is cool, and we wonder how he got such a lucky vocation in the first place. His job is just to go around teaching people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out with yingzhen tonight for french food. Yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-3558480721092492557?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/3558480721092492557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=3558480721092492557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/3558480721092492557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/3558480721092492557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-places-probably-most-convenient.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-5406083290661903471</id><published>2010-11-26T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T21:16:11.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Moved house! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man glad we moved. The last 2 weeks before moving was hell. The fridge spoiled so we survived practically on canned sardines and luncheon meat, xcept for some occassions when we bought food from outside. Packing was crazy too. All the JC worksheets and ive got at least a thousand books, none of which I read. Wouldn't have kept my JC worksheets if Im not taking tt Sick Ass Test next yr (SATS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a new neighbourhood means new friends, new places to go. Haha. It's damn cool. The facilities are awesome. Golf, Basketball Court, Squash, gym. I dun ever think I will miss Woodlands man. And everyone's so convenient, ive got all the 3 main groceries store (Shop N Save, NTUC, Sheng Siong) right next to my doorstop. ANd some reservoir next to me which I have no idea what it's called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had urban OPs this week. It was pretty fun, but felt nothing like CS. The new sergeants are cool. Jia Hong is full of s*it. :P Ur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbecue tmr! Can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-5406083290661903471?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/5406083290661903471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=5406083290661903471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/5406083290661903471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/5406083290661903471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/11/moved-house-man-glad-we-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-2153156253184418503</id><published>2010-11-09T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T16:48:30.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3rd day after touchdown. Haha. Ok Singapore is really darn hot sia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stoned outside the duty free liquor shop waiting for Adrian to buy his liquor with my SAF 11B, since each of us is allowed to buy only one. Haha, I should collect liquor bottles too right, so I can, you kno, display them in my new home. If not I only have my,what,Power Rangers Megazords / Masked Rider Action Figures to put around my house. (They mean alot to me btw.) Oh then I realise my dad wants to buy Tiger Beer from dere so I have to find another person's 11B which has not been used. Damn troublesome sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent my PC home, then an hour after that I went to my new home in Khatib. 3 weeks is a long time eh, it doesn't look like it's been struck by earthquake anymore. My parents went to clean it up and now it looks pretty decent. Actually, it looks awesome, haha. Moving next Tuesday and hoping to get an off for tt day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fed my family TIM TAM chocolates from Australia. They sell for 4 bucks here tho that's a total rip-off. I bought 3 for 5 bucks in australia. haha. Hah, I know what I buy. Aiyah, TIM TAM's an australian product ma. And it tastes awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss shopping in Australia. The supermarkets dere are 10 times bigger than NTUC. Need to migrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went Sakura today. Sakura International Buffet. Frankly, it's pretty lousy. It's not really international i don't see any swiss food or what turkish food there's really only indian/malay/chinese/japanese food dere seriously. And dere's a ridiculously huge amount of durian dere. Durian puff durian this durian that. Sakae might be better. But I think for that price you can't complain much haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to camp tomrorow. No commanders. All ORD. hip hip hooray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-2153156253184418503?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/2153156253184418503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=2153156253184418503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/2153156253184418503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/2153156253184418503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/11/3rd-day-after-touchdown.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-64993056749361109</id><published>2010-11-07T08:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T16:22:32.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHOOHOOO back from Australia! And I have tons of things to share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta say I loved my wallaby experience la. Ive already lost count of how many times I complain about it before I flew off sia. I mean, damn, it's 3 weeks. That's like what, another SOL, and hell SOL already felt long enough without the training and stuff. I'm happy my parents, my mom esp, friends, girlfriend esp., encouraged me, pushed me on, gave me words of advice before departure. It helped la. But now tt it all ended I think I really, really enjoyed it la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight day was hell demoralising. Said byebye to family, exchanged goodbye kisses, before boarding, thinking, what the heck la hell is coming. It's New Zealand airlines, and I have no idea why we don't get to take SIA. And NZ isn't even in AUstralia. I think NZ lets u watch more recent movies but the food is so crap i didn't eat half of it. Watched the Karate Kid and It's Complicated (what the hell this show is disgusting I mean come on how old is she and she's still doing tt?) and before long we arrived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing about Wallaby is the weather. There's free aircon at night. Bet the locals save a hell lot compared to us. But it can get super cold at night which is why SAF spent a hundred bucks on each of us to get us tt jacket. And in the day it doesnt feel tt hot either. I mean, I don't sweat during training. There's no liquid mud anywhere during outfield. Makes proning a more attractive option to high kneeling yeah. That's why outfield here is a hundred times better than in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in Tiger Hill. It's basically just a hell lot of tentages with beds inside. We had to pee into a long tube and you could see a hell lot of urine patches everywhere which makes u think our soldier's aiming is really deadly. There's hot water to bathe. What we got to do is fill a pail with hot water and put it in a water bag. No privacy, cos 10 of us bathe at any one time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had two field camps, which were meant to test us on our proficiency. A few live firings, and finally &lt;em&gt;Exercise Valient Conqueror&lt;/em&gt;. Makes me think the trip is kinda lame cos I think all of this can be done in Australia, except Valient Conqueror. And for the whole of VC, which lasted 3 days 2 nights, I slept in the vehicle, like a baby. Love VC la really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's tons of free time in the camp which means splurging a hell lot of money on the canteen. haha. THere's fre emovie screening dere too.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, getting kinda long let's just skip to the R and R part. FIrst lunch was a lunch buffet, which gave me the BEST meal I have ever had in my life. Basically it's at a casino. We think that they made the meals so cheap to attract people to come here and gamble, which in turn gives them a hell lot of profit considering how many money people lose. Sadly none of us gambled. Had steak, onion rings, salad, potato, and evne an ice cream machine which I have never used before haha. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The motel guy was friendly. Haha, he's a great cook. THe breakfast was awesome. THe motel wasn't tt impressive la but at least there's hot water and a proper bed to sleep on. THe main highlight of the R and R was a shopping spree at Big W la. IT's a departmental store la. Bought a hell lot of chocs back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really glad to be back in sg, haha. it's been so damn long sia. But at the same time i really enjoyed australia. gt some chances to look at kangaroos hopping arnd too. but i saw more wild cows around tho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to enjoy my singaporean cv life now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-64993056749361109?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/64993056749361109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=64993056749361109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/64993056749361109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/64993056749361109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/11/whoohooo-back-from-australia-and-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-7012393533098317265</id><published>2010-10-13T09:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T17:42:55.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Switched on the TV and came across &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Walk to Remember&lt;/span&gt; on HBO. It's a pretty old (Ok, 2002, when my mom still packs my school bag for me) romance film. I watched before la, since I had HBO for ages already. This time it almost made me cry sia. The girl dying and the guy proposing to her at all. What's wrong wif Rotten Tomatoes seriously, this movie should be given one of the highest ratings amongst other movies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-7012393533098317265?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/7012393533098317265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=7012393533098317265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/7012393533098317265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/7012393533098317265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/10/omg-walk-to-remember-just-melts-my.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-3109342262337394281</id><published>2010-10-11T08:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T08:45:47.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK Grand theft Auto just sucks. So does Digimon Spirit. Does GBA produce any good games other than pokemon at all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-3109342262337394281?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/3109342262337394281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=3109342262337394281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/3109342262337394281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/3109342262337394281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/10/ok-grand-theft-auto-just-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-9069567448050736825</id><published>2010-10-10T15:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T16:36:10.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh god, Im counting down man. 6 days of block leave left before I hope off to that dumb place called Wallaby. I need a planned emergency, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of a few ideas which would probably work if i combine them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Sleep at the garden near my house everyday. Like camping? No insect repellent. My neighbourhood's known for a number of dengue cases and if lucky I might get stung by one of those dengue mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Fall from like what, 2nd storey. Just enough to get hospitalised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Mimic the wallstreet guy. MRT comes, jump in front of it. Of course that's the last resort. And hopefully I don't go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah of course all this is just crap. But surely on that day some ppl will get hospitalised for all sorts of stupid reasons I couldn't think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already lost count of how many times I scrub and clean my equipment this week man. For the inspection by the Australians, before we can ship off our stuff to Wallaby. They are super strict cos Australia is a disease-free country and all. Told to make our equipment what, wheat-free, free of mud-stains. It's like asking us to make it brand new sia. Those with plenty of credits left would purchase new equipment la.  Still in the end my field pack had tons of stains here and dere, with wheat trapped all over the place and I got through the inspection fairly easily. i think they just made sure all the things are clean la, so dumping them in the washing machine would have been good enough. And talking to them while they inspect helps. Yep. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes you think SAF always scams you to do more than what is actually required of you right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were given two nights out, one spent with family in the comforts of my home, and the other with guojun at Lot1. God. Im nvr ever going to buy prima deli waffle again. Tasted like heaven at first but after a while it really sucks la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And went to watch "The Other Guys" yesterday with Yingzhen. The movie was great la. Simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, going back to play now. Grand theft Auto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-9069567448050736825?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/9069567448050736825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=9069567448050736825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/9069567448050736825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/9069567448050736825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-god-im-counting-down-man_10.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-3583100307398343979</id><published>2010-10-10T15:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T16:32:14.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh god, Im counting down man. 6 days of block leave left before I hope off to Wallaby. I need a planned emergency, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already lost count of how many times I scrub and clean my equipment this week man. For the inspection by the Australians, before we can ship off our stuff to Wallaby. They are super strict cos Australia is a disease-free country and all. Told to make our equipment what, wheat-free, free of mud-stains. It's like asking us to make it brand new sia. Those with plenty of credits left would purchase new equipment la.  Still in the end my field pack had tons of stains here and dere, with wheat trapped all over the place and I got through the inspection fairly easily. i think they just made sure all the things are clean la, so dumping them in the washing machine would have been good enough. And talking to them while they inspect helps. Yep. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes you think SAF always scams you to do more than what is actually required of you right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were given two nights out, one spent with family in the comforts of my home, and the other with guojun at Lot1. God. Im nvr ever going to buy prima deli waffle again. Tasted like heaven at first but after a while it really sucks la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And went to watch "The Other Guys" yesterday with Yingzhen. The movie was great la. Simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, going back to play now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-3583100307398343979?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/3583100307398343979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=3583100307398343979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/3583100307398343979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/3583100307398343979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-god-im-counting-down-man.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-1205248933805246448</id><published>2010-10-02T14:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T14:38:47.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went Changi Airport and sent Xinyu off to UK, and at the same time did tons of catching up with my 7B pals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sending-off-someone feeling sucks la. Really cocky. Everytime u send someone off you suddenly feel, hey, dere's probably tons of things you'all haven't done together yet, and now she's not coming back for like what, another one year, now how now how. I mean, Xinyu is a close friend, so sending her off is probably like sending a family member off or sth. This is my first time sending someone off, cos usually its the other way round, and i don't like that feeling la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno whether to feel happy or sorry for her leh. She's got a bright future ahead of her la, but to leave behind everything you have here, that takes some courage la haha. And that's why i nvr go overseas. There's too much here for me to leave. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, had a great day yesterday la, bookout well spent. Went out for like 20 mins with weixing at bb to pass him stuff., then with yingzhen to shop for xinyu's present at ps. Ate, then walked arnd at changi airport. Seriously, you can't see a thing at the viewing mall wtf. But still i was so tired i almost knocked off dere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k. booking in today. guard duty. dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-1205248933805246448?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/1205248933805246448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=1205248933805246448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/1205248933805246448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/1205248933805246448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/10/went-changi-airport-and-sent-xinyu-off.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-1543345163320519884</id><published>2010-09-26T08:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T08:39:27.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's funny how sometimes you talk to someone like you are best friends, but actually you have no idea what that guy/gal's name is even tho you know where you all have first met before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-1543345163320519884?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/1543345163320519884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=1543345163320519884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/1543345163320519884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/1543345163320519884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-funny-how-sometimes-you-talk-to.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-1283812757904240269</id><published>2010-09-24T15:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T15:39:37.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>once the 3SGs come in, i swear, i swear, i wun let them abuse their rank seriously. never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-1283812757904240269?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/1283812757904240269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=1283812757904240269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/1283812757904240269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/1283812757904240269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/09/once-3sgs-come-in-i-swear-i-swear-i-wun.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-2522030919833920008</id><published>2010-09-24T14:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T14:27:14.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sakae last night wif my army pals. I was late btw, then i was like, wth, this isn't army anyway, so who cares. (Btw this is wrong ah.) Didn't have much time at home aft i booked out la (like 15-30 mins only), so tats why it was kind of a rush loh. Sakae was awesome.:D The first bite felt like heaven, and yah, if only outfield offers us tt right. I realise im not made for buffets lah anyway, i get bloated aft a while, but had a chance to try different stuff. Like tt sushi tt looks like an ice cream thingy? Wah. Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my chemical defense yesterday. Made to wear a protective gear that made it damn hard to take in air. It was basically a suit la, with a mask, and protective boots. Then they burn some gas pellets in the gas chamber. So at first we had to fan the tear gas towards ourselves, but I see some assh***s fanning the gas towards other ppl. Btw, this point I start laughing already, at those ppl who didn't wear the suit properly. So i think they started burning and crying right from the start. Then we were made to do some exercises loh. But all this is the easy part. No big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they told us to remove the mask. And so I did. They started asking questions like what, yah, "What's your favourite colour", "What's ur dad's name", mother's name, ur address. Hwah, some guy had to say his NRIC backwards sia. Anyway, point is, they won't let us go unless they know we cry la. I realised this after that, so maybe i should have faked my crying right from the start. Btw, i really cried la. can't take it. Thought of happy thoughts. No use la. It's damn embarrassing. But aiyah, whatever, everyone has to do it anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was bookout loh. I have an off this friday again. For AHM. Hah, awesome. run 10km in the morning for lyk what,1 hr ah. Still can get off. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i feel im luckier than others sometimes i don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-2522030919833920008?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/2522030919833920008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=2522030919833920008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/2522030919833920008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/2522030919833920008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/09/sakae-last-night-wif-my-army-pals.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-7280786186299742958</id><published>2010-09-18T10:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T11:05:00.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realised something. Really, am I the only soul in camp who DOESN'T want to be promoted? All the sad faces when they announced hu's going to get promoted. Extra COS duty, and a hell high of a chance to get confined if you forget to wear that rank thingy. For that extra $20? SERIOUSSSLLLYYYY......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-7280786186299742958?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/7280786186299742958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=7280786186299742958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/7280786186299742958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/7280786186299742958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-realised-something.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-7690763612363696634</id><published>2010-09-12T11:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T20:03:45.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had the best best best bookout of my life yest, cos it was MAF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept the whole morning and afternoon yest lah, so i simply cant wait. come on, i waited so long for this. All the bloody field camps, i wouldn't have survived those if i hadn't been looking forward to this. Ah wadever, enough of army talk, let's talk MAF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before that i went out to take neoprint wif yingzhen. I thought it was a rip-off at the start. Turns out, it's actually pretty fun, haha, all the spamming la. But i think the main point of taking neoprint is that these pictures will stay as memories lah. And that's why it was a well-spent 10 bucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i have no idea why neoprint business is losing money. A couple of neoprint shops closed down, including the one at cwp. Remember my first neoprint pictures wif constance in p3, haha. I saw a couple of neoprint lunatics spending ages inside tt machine camwhoring. and wth, if that jigsaw puzzle shop in cwp still survives aft so many years WHY NOT THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up late for our class meeting. Simply because we couldn't understand anything the machine says. It's all in JAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so now MAF. haha, to be honest i have no idea whether MAF this year was good anot. I didn't pay attention at all seriously. But it looks pretty much the same as last year la. Song session (the usuals, even the slides are the same), dance session (come on, change the dance lah, council). Anyway, i was walking arnd finding people to tok to la. It's the whole point of MAF actually. Saw super duper old seniors then you realise u urself are one of them now haha. And soon people will starting calling you a GRAND senior and you will be like wtf, no, i dun sound tt old yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The juniors are doing well! i think. my junior class of cos la. Happy to see most of them turn up la, even tho A levels are coming soon. Im happy for them la, cos that means they are prepared! haha. Happy to see band so bonded as well, and it's all thanks to my realli realli awesome juniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My seniors! haha. haven seen them fora  realli long time, and i wld say they haven realli changed la. Ernest, still as crappy as usual, and ends up telling everyone abt my relationship thing. Jianhui! haha, always so immature yet i still see him as my older brother lah. He's my godbrother btw. And it's so random the first thing he toked to me abt wasn't like "Hey, how are you" but "Hey, can i borrow ur handphone to call Steve mine ran out of batt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mel! haha, doing so well in her exams. Im so so so envious man. 90+++ for almost everything? And yet i remmeber the last convo we had she was still groaning and worrying abt how she might realli fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want to see WEIYANG. haven seen him in ages leh. realli. not gay or anything but i miss weiyang alot alot alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, ok tats abt it la. this morning had my 10km run. i DID run ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-7690763612363696634?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/7690763612363696634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=7690763612363696634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/7690763612363696634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/7690763612363696634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/09/had-best-bookout-of-my-life-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-4031656638164632167</id><published>2010-09-10T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T18:59:49.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realise army really really saves alot of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why. i mean, everything is pretty manual. Take for e.g., washing of vehicle. why can't they just install like a machine or sth, u know, those in petrol stations, that cleans the vehicle while u just drive thru it. why must u scrub and scrub and scrub, and in the end we have to clean up the drain cos all the mud from the vehicle clogged it up. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, they can spend $5000 to give all the matador gunners a one-use matador to fire. and yah, i know that moment of firing is shiok, bt that 5k can be transferred to installing an air-con or a TV in all our bunks, or washing our blankets more often other than once every 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant army give us more WELFARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isit cos of the report sick rate or sth. all the sponsored medical bills. all the chao keng ppl hu visits the medical officer thrice a week......i dunnooooooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this wk was a hell week. im realli happy it ended. live firing started on sunday morning and ended monday morn. reached back camp at 7am in the morning. was hell tiring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;field camp frm tue-thu was soaking wet. and a hundred mosquito bites all over my body. and yah, i boycotted combat rations again. ate raw maggi instead. all these made me realise bunk is heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes wonder why the mono ppl are so good at reporting sick than us, really. the hwachong rj guys nvr do tt even tho we want to. why? are we worried abt our impression or sth. i dunno. i mean, there's this mono guy who jab himself, losing tons of blood and reported sick cos he felt dizzy. some didn't even have to do this kind of shit to themselves to get themselves out of hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worst thing is, most of the mono guys just laugh and smile at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad abt those that went thru hell, what reward do we get?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-4031656638164632167?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/4031656638164632167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=4031656638164632167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/4031656638164632167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/4031656638164632167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-realise-army-really-really-saves-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-6485487234255363982</id><published>2010-09-04T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T19:04:52.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>grown ups absolutely rocked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-6485487234255363982?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/6485487234255363982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=6485487234255363982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/6485487234255363982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/6485487234255363982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/09/grown-ups-absolutely-rocked.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-660726031923790592</id><published>2010-09-03T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T11:09:40.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't know when i was going to get charged, but i knew it will come one day. And when it came, my heart sank, to a level so low i thot it was nearly impossible for it to come back up again. The first few days of my SOL were the quietest, most lonely days of my life. I didn't talk much, and it didn't matter when all my friends tried to cheer me up. you know, it was like i was in a world of my own, completely detached from the outside world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did i misfire? i keep trying to figure this out. Was i too shagged? It was a tough battle course. Plus i boycotted combat rations all the way. (cos it's mee goreng, and it wasted more like pee.) But a misfire is still a misfire, and the PC didn't care abt all these or whether we both studied in HC before. I sometimes accuse him for being a traitor, cos aft it was him who charged me anyway. But i know im just foolish la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this SOL made me realise alot, alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can nvr be without a family. Now, future, never. It's the closest thing to you on earth. A family ensures there's always a home, not only to go to, bt look forward to going to. Yes in future, you are going to leave ur family, bt u r going to start ur own one anyway. It provides the warmth and love tt everyone nids. I was realli, realli, realli homesick in camp, and i call my family 2-3 days over the weekends to keep in touch wif them. I suddenly regret spending more time on the comp than wif them during my bkouts. You can nvr be wifout a family, never. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nxt, nvr cry over spilled milk again. SOL, sol loh. since u got it then u shld just take it like a man. Dina told me during my SOL to "live above army". Nvr do things for army sake realli. Army force you to run 6km, 8km, but u know u benefit frm it and nt army. Army force you to go outfield to train, bt u know by learning all these things u can better protect ur family shld tat time arise. I trained alot during my SOL, keeping going gym, doing my own statics, run like some dog. And i feel it changed me, bcos i don't feel tired or frustrated abt all these trainings anymore. This piece of knowledge allows me to live through these 2 years with more ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i too made new frens during my SOL. Those who got SOL wif me of coruse. trust me im not the only one. :P There's a hell lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yep, i guess this entry is long enough. will update more when i know wad to write.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-660726031923790592?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/660726031923790592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=660726031923790592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/660726031923790592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/660726031923790592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-didnt-know-when-i-was-going-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-7049210860945595288</id><published>2010-08-08T20:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T20:48:35.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Days of fun packing are over .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-7049210860945595288?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/7049210860945595288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=7049210860945595288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/7049210860945595288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/7049210860945595288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/08/days-of-fun-packing-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-9053543598188679972</id><published>2010-07-30T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T20:07:52.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here's one thing i learnt from army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never EVER make friends with someone just cos you pity that guy. If that guy deserves to be pitied, that means, really, there's something horribly wrong wif him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the numerous blog attacks, criticisms abt that guy, sometimes, those are really really really really true. It's not always the fault of the critic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD, why did i spend my two years of JC wif a WEIRDO...AHHH....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-9053543598188679972?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/9053543598188679972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=9053543598188679972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/9053543598188679972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/9053543598188679972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/07/heres-one-thing-i-learnt-from-army.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-7441029234800038684</id><published>2010-07-25T20:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T20:42:48.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just spent &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10 hours&lt;/span&gt; shopping for clothes at 313 with jeremy. Haha. Felt like leaving really really badly but ahh what the heck what am I going to do at home anyway. Might as well stay around, chat and catch up abit. But I looked at like a thousand clothes already, the feeling, it's like packing fun pack. Kinda brain fried haha. Maybe shopping for clothes just isn't the thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end he didn't buy anything anyway. 5 levels of clothing shops and he came out of all of it with nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was a great day, really. Realised my best times are spent with these guys haha. Guojun, zhonghong and jeremy. Zh's going brunei tmr, whoohoo, part of his OCS training. Won't be back for another nine days, haha. But that's still nothing compared to my what, 3 weeks of wallaby in october. Gj's bike course is over, which means he has to stay in, too bad. :P Jeremy is still limping and spends his days at SISPEC sweeping the floor, and can stay out everyday. Life's good for him haha. And it's all thanks to his sergeant major, who is so smart to tell him to continue walking even though he already fractured his leg during field camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess everyone's leading a variety of lives right now. Haha. I won't say mine is too bad lah. Not the best (When i say best, i mean the slackest), but I think I can learn things from it, and after 2 years i would leave the camp with something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow ever since I came into army my love for the country is still the same. i mean, i hav nt gotten more &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;patriotic&lt;/span&gt;, and if SG ever gets attacked or sth, Im still unsure if I would fight or simply hide behind a tree or run away.This kind of patriotism thing should come by naturally. But somehow it still doesn't work on me. And im pretty sure it doesn't work on alot alot of ppl too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive read an essay about patriotism back in JC. Lots and lots of politically correct answers like what, Singapore is my home and this is where I belong, or we owe Singapore too much and gotta pay back our "debts", or even the usual argument: It is our moral obligation and duty to protect our coutnry. But seriously, these reasonings just don't connect well with me seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion? I think the government nids to do something about this. And it wun work just be forcing facts into our head really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this week has been a great great great week. I think. I finally passed my SOC. haha. 9.48 or sth like that. I am so so so so happy. Cos everytime i book in i would be like, wtf, there's SOC this week. It affects me perhaps more because somehow i always sustain injuries more frequently than others. Crushed my feet during low wall, and fall into the constatina wire, rope burns...Guess wun have all these anymore, until my next year of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDP was normal loh. Some guy the size of a bull forced his way out of a restricted exit. Tried to stop him. Can't. I think this kind of ppl is realli realli damn bastard la seriously. Why can't he think abt whats going to happen if other people do the same thing as him. onli nid to wok 50m more only what. Should have taken a picture of him or sth. Seriously, i feel like kicking his ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND DESPICABLE ME ROCKS. I LOVE THE MINIONS. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long post. I should go off now haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-7441029234800038684?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/7441029234800038684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=7441029234800038684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/7441029234800038684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/7441029234800038684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-spent-10-hours-shopping-for.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-7777599867587659745</id><published>2010-07-19T12:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T13:13:05.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another week gone heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my award ceremony on sat. Didn't realise it before, but now HCI feels like a paradise to me really (yah, and I wonder why), even though quite some bit of the place is torn down to make way for our Kah Kee MRT. And to see all my pals again, how they are doing and whether they are having some super duper slack vacations in army, haha, it was really really great. Jeremy's still limping and hence gets to bookout everyday. Alvin, our HCI tennis captain, spends his army days working as a clerk. Wow. Realised 1/2 the guys i know either went to OOC/down pes, wtf. Feels tempted to join them. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The award ceremony part was hell torturing though. It was so boring i kept knocking off and falling asleep, and I was brave enough to do that now that no teachers will ask an alumni to pay attention to the speaker in front haha.  But anyway my turn came fast and i could just get out of the place once I got my award. Poor chanyi has to go up a few million times cos she's got so many awards, haha. Reception's the only thing great about the ceremony tho, and really, it was quite awesome haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had tons of laughs with my friends. Basically our usual convos lah, like how unsurprising Dina became our HC student of the year heh. But could have spent more time hanging out with my class if i didn't have to go back Padang to do my lame duty :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my armour infantry field camp last week. Not bad. The tank rides were horrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-7777599867587659745?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/7777599867587659745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=7777599867587659745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/7777599867587659745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/7777599867587659745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-week-gone-heh.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-7680669065000684145</id><published>2010-07-12T02:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T03:13:30.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, im watching the WC now. But im totally in zombie mode, and have second thoughts abt going back to sleep. Ahh wth, I'll kip myself awake by blogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, my company packed 4000 fun packs. 4000. I was in charge of folding the trash bag and putting it into the fun box. I was totally brain fried. You know in cartoons you often see people with swirls in their eyes, as though they were hypnotised. Yah, tat was pretty much what happened to me. It's my job lah. There's still stinkin cartoon on the trash bag and to see it 4000 times, wow, you can really die. And I can never ever forget the motto printed on the trash &lt;em&gt;bag: Let's bin it.&lt;/em&gt; . . . . . FUCK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Toy Story 3 with my fav girl on Friday. It was the best movie Ive ever seen, and kept laughing all the way. Only remembered enjoying this much when I watched &lt;em&gt;How to Catch a Dragon&lt;/em&gt;, and Ive always thought Toy Story is some fucked up movie before I watched this. Really, really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many thanks to you for that pleasant surprise. The cookies are totally awesome and so are you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another NDP rehearsal this week. A large percentage of the audience this wk consists of P5 kids. Saw a few coming out with their eyes hardly open, and I thought that was exactly what happened to me a few years back. Honestly, no matter how hard they try to make the NDP u know, more exciting, it is still really really &lt;em&gt;boring&lt;/em&gt;, and hard to appeal to everyone, especially the kids. And i oso realised your attention span increases as you get older, and this kind of performances only appeals to more, u know, mature people, who can truly appreciate the hard work that's gone into it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yah, almost got into a hell lot of arguments this week. Most of them wants to cut through Padang to get to SCC, but we can't allow them to do that, and so we insist they make their way AROUND Padang to get to tat place. They insist that they are good civilians and aren't not going to screw things up inside and yah, some idiot even told me what, he &lt;em&gt; pays taxes? &lt;/em&gt;. Yah, taxes, who cares lah, bloody hell. And wtf, how would i know man, any terrorist can say the same thing and end up detonating some bomb inside. Fuck, understand my job please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some lunatic even attempted to climb over the barricade. Totally. a. bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ive learnt to control myself whenever Im about to get fuming mad. You know, put on a smile, insist that they treat it as a form of exercise and walk more. I think Ive got a talent to make people feel better whenever they feel bad. And i know i can't beat angmors in English, I sometimes don't get what they are saying and I know I will most likely lose. And if that even happens to me, I will start using Chinese Fair and square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ended up getting brain fried too. I mean, to stand the entire day, most of the time doing nothing, it's hell tiring too. So we started to go crazy and ended up camwhoring. Army personnel, camwhoring. If anyone ever catches a picture of us doing that and puts it up, u know, online or whatever, hah, that will give SAF a hell bad of an impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the last train home. Loves distance fare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with my mom just now. I realised this kind of quality time spent wif my family means alot to me. Haven had tat in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yah, I'm going to continue watching WC. Outfield this week. This time, we are using tanks. Hope it's slacker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-7680669065000684145?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/7680669065000684145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=7680669065000684145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/7680669065000684145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/7680669065000684145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-im-watching-wc-now.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-382448128284136503</id><published>2010-07-04T15:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T15:16:01.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SO i thought it was an interesting idea when i asked yaze whether SAF band needs saxophonists. Bookout everyday, OTOT life runs and gyms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i found out the whole of central band consists of gays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-382448128284136503?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/382448128284136503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=382448128284136503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/382448128284136503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/382448128284136503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-i-thought-it-was-interesting-idea.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-887635328812615904</id><published>2010-07-04T14:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T14:30:35.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okk, so spent half the day today choosing the color of the paint of my new house. Wanted it to be gloosy but my mom preferred it to withstand the harsh weather of singapore. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost to my mom btw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-887635328812615904?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/887635328812615904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=887635328812615904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/887635328812615904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/887635328812615904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/07/okk-so-spent-half-day-today-choosing.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-1812594791273288635</id><published>2010-07-04T01:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T01:46:41.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NDP rehearsal again today. This time, there's spectators watching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an NDP guard, my job is to make sure those hu are not supposed to go in, well, don't. This means ive gt the chance to exchange conversations with a hell lot of people, old and young alike. I realise that some Singaporeaans can be really hard to handle. They insist of their rights, don't listen to you, and sometimes speak a dialect you can never understand, which, sometimes, to prevent myself from getting angry, i assume they are thanking me or sth. Whatever, the worst case scenario is probably they wok off frustrated and annoyed. That's still okk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the angmors. Woah. The nicest ones are freaking nice, but the nasty ones, they are ten times worse than the worst Singaporean man. They have no dialects to speak, so they argue using English. And i realise i can never beat them no matter how hard i try. They don't lose their temper easily, but they act like we are in court man. And that just stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why i never want to go overseas to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, field camp this week and it was alright. we didn't eat disgusting combat rations instead we got from camp. That's pretty good, cos i would have boycotted outrations and if i did, i probably would have fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the f*cking matador is so heavy and because im Law 1, im leading the entire section, which means i probably slow everyone down when im too tired and can't walk fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. wadever. 1.46am and time to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-1812594791273288635?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/1812594791273288635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=1812594791273288635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/1812594791273288635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/1812594791273288635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/07/ndp-rehearsal-again-today.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-4399497737370230564</id><published>2010-06-27T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T15:04:45.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another week's gone just like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week was basically training with our vehicles, i.e. tanks. Tons of drills to learn, like how to evacuate a casualty. bloody tank, it's so freaking small, i can't go in wifout banging myself everywhere. but i &lt;3 my seat, it's the most spacious and there's space to stretch our my leg. other than tat, urgh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;injured my leg during soc. seriously, soc training is sadistic. we had to do all the obstacles 3 times wow. yah, so obviously the low wall put a green-black mark on my last 2 toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this wk im supposed to go padang during midnight, bt OC ask me to go jurong camp the next day at 8am, to organise a badminton tournament. so i booked out late at ngiht. basically, i had to do refereeing. wow. i thought it was a joke before i went dere, so, i didn't bother to chk out the rules. Ended up asking the patricipants what the rules for badminton are. made tons of mistakes with the scores. it was boring, but seriously, some of the participants there are really, really, skillful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, and i realised my history sucks. Gt one tourist ask me what NDP is, so i said, celebrate our independence day? then they said, independent from who. I said Britain. fuck, i just gave all singaporeans a freaking freaking bad impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-4399497737370230564?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/4399497737370230564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=4399497737370230564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/4399497737370230564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/4399497737370230564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/06/another-weeks-gone-just-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-1237331063242796259</id><published>2010-06-21T13:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T14:14:07.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK so i found out i got the MOH scholarship. Pretty proud of myself haha. Really. At the same time wtf i have to pay $1000 to MOE cos i accepted their scholarship and now im going to reject it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had NDP rehearsal on sat. Moved a hell lot of barricades on friday. Crazy sia. The barricades weight a ton (what's wrong with an orange net?), and we had to move like, a few hundred up a truck, in the rain wearing our gortex jacket, which frankly speaking i thought nvr had to open after my BMT days. haha. So those are the bad stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good things all come in during the NDP rehearsal on saturday, cos my job is, simply, to stand beside a barricade preventing people wifout the official NDP pass, hmm for example terrorists, from going in, and opening it for vehicles to come in and out. Could sound off anytime if i wanna go raffles city, u know, if im tired. Had pizza hut for my meals and interacted wif a hell lot of confused tourists who couldn't understand why they got blocked off. And had a glimpse of the NDP rehearsal, like fireworks etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to go dere again this week. This time im prob goign to ask a friend to come and tok to me while im duty, u know, pretending to be a tourists or sth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-1237331063242796259?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/1237331063242796259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=1237331063242796259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/1237331063242796259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/1237331063242796259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/06/ok-so-i-found-out-i-got-moh-scholarship.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-3741179897747262901</id><published>2010-06-13T11:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T11:47:44.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. POP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was great yepp. Reminds me of how shittish tekong's one is compared to this. Yeah, sure in tekong there's a couple of songs, tat no one knows how to sing. We can throw our jockey cap high up, but end up misplacing ours and taking someone else's thinking it's our own. wow. Here, in 40, weve got a carnival wif tons of food (buffet style), and our family members can enjoy joy rides on tanks, and fire off rifles too. This is how POP should be mah. In tekong we spent like wad, 3 rehearsals doing stupid wheeling. Please lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and had a grand dimsum buffet wif my classmates. love the gathering but to be honest hate the steamboat. Honestly speaking, ive nvr liked any kind of steamboat sia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i shall continue to enjoy my bookout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-3741179897747262901?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/3741179897747262901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=3741179897747262901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/3741179897747262901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/3741179897747262901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/06/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-6814417933444300927</id><published>2010-06-07T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T14:43:50.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today's my off. Nice to see none of the guys online but me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally finished preparing for my moh interview. I realise working in Health science authority isn't too bad. Tons of stuff pharmacists can do dere and to serve that 4 years of bond there is probably more fulfilling than handing out medications in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And other than tat, today's a pretty boring day seriously. So girls, who are currently jobless, are probably leading a pretty dull life now. Haha, but yah im going to continue youtubing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my pop on saturday and looking forward to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-6814417933444300927?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/6814417933444300927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=6814417933444300927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/6814417933444300927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/6814417933444300927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-todays-my-off.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-6020971751560984808</id><published>2010-06-06T17:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T17:54:27.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hwah, wad a sian day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokemon DP179 rocks. It's touching to see Ash's Infernape gaining control of its blaze ability when it's just about to faint, and shattering volkner's luxray with a few mach punches and finishing it off with a devastating flame wheel. Amazing, amazing, amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gymed in the morning wif my bro. Spent 3 hours there cos we had to wait for our dad. I entertained myself dere by watching doraemon, chinese version. I couldn't be anymore boring-ier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to cwp wif a couple of buddies, haha. Eh, ate a meal? Burger king. Tok lots of cok about army. It's important to understand that while we are having fun, Jeremy is at home slacking cos he suffered an injury that made him unable to walk. Called him last week and i expected him to be super-duper depressed but he seemed overjoyed. Look wad army has turned us into. We don't mind being unable to walk as long as we don't nid to book in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to shop for lights, and toilet bowl. Found one that we finally like but it's apparently too ex. It's funny to hear what my mom looks out for. The toilet bowl has to be round at the top, but squarish at the bottom so it's easy to wash. Ah well, we are still looking for it. Seriously, all i want for a toilet bowl is one that probably has a tv attached to it or automatic water sprinklers to wash your poo-poo. Still looking for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to prepare for MOH interview at night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-6020971751560984808?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/6020971751560984808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=6020971751560984808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/6020971751560984808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/6020971751560984808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/06/hwah-wad-sian-day.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-4827729556862726236</id><published>2010-06-05T17:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T18:16:53.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 guard duties this week. Haha. Made to clean the guardhouse during my guard duty yest. God, its bloody filthy in dere. years of accumulated cockroach dung and lizard shit. Now it's sparkling clean. If anyone dirties it again, i'll seriously kill him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-4827729556862726236?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/4827729556862726236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=4827729556862726236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/4827729556862726236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/4827729556862726236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/06/2-guard-duties-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-3913320907062736385</id><published>2010-05-29T19:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T19:21:47.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dunno y ppl kip saying i will get bullied as a teacher. i beg to differ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-3913320907062736385?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/3913320907062736385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=3913320907062736385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/3913320907062736385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/3913320907062736385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dunno-y-ppl-kip-saying-i-will-get.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-4351513998987466150</id><published>2010-05-23T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:19:12.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got MOE scholarship! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-4351513998987466150?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/4351513998987466150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=4351513998987466150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/4351513998987466150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/4351513998987466150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-got-moe-scholarship-haha-yays.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-267873913629763844</id><published>2010-05-17T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T00:08:14.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And had a realli realli great outing today, thanks to you who made it so special for me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-267873913629763844?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/267873913629763844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=267873913629763844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/267873913629763844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/267873913629763844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-had-realli-realli-great-outing.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-306340217811661117</id><published>2010-05-16T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T00:07:54.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I had my live firing yesterday. That means I got this monday off, and next week'll be just a four-day week hah, hooray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway live firing was pretty lame. I was only given 4 rounds to fire my GPMG, which is supposed to be a fully automatic weap. So my turn was over in no time. Tat's great tho, had plenty of time to sleep on my LBV and jus sit arnd and tokcok. Reached back at 2a.m. cos of the night firing. Had night snack, cleaned rifle and store items,had precious 2 hrs of sleep and then booked out :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yah, got rejected by medicine and dentistry. Never had much chance wif dentistry anywayy since i put it as second choice, bt i realli thot i stand a solid good chance wif med. Aiyah wadever, Im realli hopeful Im still on the waiting list tho. Bt I wouldnt mind pharmacy, it's a great course too. My dad's suggesting i take the biomedical science + tcm double degree course in ntu, but dao the tcm course, so i'll get my bs degree in 3 years and go abroad to study my pHD or sth. It's nt a bad idea yeah, cos i can save quite a bit of time. And I never liked tcm anyway, cld recall the number of times i always puked frm my tcm project cos seriously some of them realli stinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i think this two years of army gives me ample time to think abt wad i realli want wif my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-306340217811661117?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/306340217811661117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=306340217811661117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/306340217811661117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/306340217811661117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-i-had-my-live-firing-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-4132650854440626284</id><published>2010-05-08T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T23:42:38.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never buy tuna bread for breakfast when your neighbour has like tons of cats. Bloody hell, got surrounded by two or three of them on my way back. Next time this happens im getting myself a dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-4132650854440626284?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/4132650854440626284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=4132650854440626284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/4132650854440626284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/4132650854440626284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/05/never-buy-tuna-bread-for-breakfast-when.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-923001574455213628</id><published>2010-05-07T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T23:28:32.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for my MOE scholarship interview yest. It was my best interview yet. Really, never felt so satisfied in my life. (which pretty much means i sucked so far rite, haha)But again, teaching? Really? To be realli honest ive nvr given it much thought yet, which is kinda obvious rite, being stuck in army and stuff. I love how stable the career is, how u get to go bak school again and enjoy all their activities blah blah blah. But the only students i ever taught were a bunch of bloody slackers in a tutoring programme hu seems to prefer a f*cking chapteh more than me, so, yeah, wtf. Handling them is enuf to drive me crazy, wad about tens to hundreds of students, batch by batch. Yeah! Plus, the pay is horrible. That's secondary? No, to me, tats quite impt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, this wk army was great. Learnt to detonate a mine, and went for live firing. But 90% of us didn't fire the mine simply because SAF is too poor and we haven got the time so. yeahh, even the commanders said its a waste of time for us to be dere. But, nyway, saw the detonation of the mines and it was quite amazing. The landflame mine was the best. Saw the mushroom cloud tat kinda reminds me of the atomic bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall write till here first. Class outign tmr and i can't wait. Turkish restaurant! they don't sell turkey only rite? Nites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-923001574455213628?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/923001574455213628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=923001574455213628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/923001574455213628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/923001574455213628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/05/went-for-my-moe-scholarship-interview.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-1773744268902282269</id><published>2010-05-02T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T14:48:19.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last day of freedom. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booking in to armour doesn't seem as dreadful as booking in to tekong. For tekong, you really feel like dying u kno. The feeling is like being shipped to another country for slavery..Wait actually, it's pretty much it haha. Bt booking in to armour gives you that "Go to school" feeling yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great chat wif guojun this morning, about his life at recee etc. Hahhaaa. And wth? they book in on monday night cos apparently they have the labour day off. I suspect their commanders just want to watch the liverpool vs chelsea match tonight. Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched high school musical 2 this morning. Wth, it's my wad, gazillion-th time watching this show la. Oh yah high school musical 3's tonight. Maybe the recee sergeants wanted to watch tat too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhaa, my last post b4 i bookin. I hope this wk's going to be fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-1773744268902282269?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/1773744268902282269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=1773744268902282269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/1773744268902282269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/1773744268902282269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-day-of-freedom.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-2558712616837804292</id><published>2010-05-02T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T00:03:19.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bookout's supposed to be fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to take up a hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-'''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-2558712616837804292?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/2558712616837804292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=2558712616837804292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/2558712616837804292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/2558712616837804292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/05/bookouts-supposed-to-be-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-5780588122235880756</id><published>2010-05-01T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T17:44:30.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha went ot to shop for toilet bowls, toilet sink, and air-cons for our new house today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went bugis area to look at the toilet stuff. I realli dunno wads modern nowadays, bt wadever my mom and dad picked, it ain't modern. Anyway, we haven realli bought yt, just looking around. Anyway it was fun! Realli, haha, there are a hell lot of toilet bowls to choose from. U think everyone's toilet bowl the same? Nooo...some lk darn funny, like eggs u kno. Overall the shopping trip was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But shopping for air-con is realli damn boring seriously. Theyve gt to look at ur floor plan to see which type of aircon u nid blah blah. U dun realli get to choose from many designs and stuff and it's jus lking at how efficient they are etc. After that we went to our new house and it really looks like shit now cos some renocation's going on dere.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wk in armour was great. I became really close to some of them dere. We practically slept 24 hours for the first 3 days, cos theyve gt this parade for the new brigade commander and our sergeants are involved in the parade, so yah, they dun have time to lk aft us. I actually finished the harry potter bk in lyk wad, 3 days? The meals suck tho. Ive gt this feeling the aunties and uncles dere are dreaming while they are giving out food. Seriously, they dun seem to answer ur requests, like "shao fun", "no sauce" blah blah blah. But i dun blame them, realli. To keep doing repetitive stuff like handing out food, I think i will doze away la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came our technical handling test on friday. Wth, my hand actually bled from handling the GMPG gun. Seriously, the entire gun is made of metal and to really pass the test (which includes stripping assembling the weapon etc, within a time limit, like 10 seconds), uve really gotta practise, so yahh haahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, hoping to see my NUS posting soon. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-5780588122235880756?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/5780588122235880756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=5780588122235880756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/5780588122235880756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/5780588122235880756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/05/haha-went-ot-to-shop-for-toilet-bowls.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-1916139507750283875</id><published>2010-04-25T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T01:41:15.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So wth, i gt transferred from guards to armour. Apparently lightstrike gt the impression we were supposed to go in during oct. So they shipped us away. Some went to police, some medic (LUUCCKKYYY?), blah blah blah. But most of us (the healthy ones) went 40SAR at keat hong camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i cannot believe SAF can make this kind of mistake la. It's really really damn unprofessional. And two or three years back similar things happened again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha anw, let's talk about my new home! So Im in archer coy. WTH i was damn damn scared at first lah. Half my coy smokes/have some kind of tattoo on their bodies and i started out damn afraid tatt u might be influenced by them and somehow end up doing all those stuff tat'll seriously kill you. But hey, realli, some of them are damn cool, in fact most. Except for this china guy hu acts like he's sissy-fied the entire day, on purpose. Tat's damn f*cked up, really. I just can't stand it whenever he's arnd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the commanders, haha, shaun zhang and adriel, from hci. THey are all damn nice, it's pretty cool to hav them as ur commanders yeahh. this wk's slack, 4km run here and dere, and the rest is the gun stuff. I got into SAW, then some guy frm another section said he back pain and i gt transferred to matador. im realli realli speechless. So for this wk i learn SAW for nothing. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, im enjoying myself dere! haha. hope it can stay this way for my two years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-1916139507750283875?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/1916139507750283875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=1916139507750283875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/1916139507750283875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/1916139507750283875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-wth-i-gt-transferred-from-guards-to.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-5361469648480821678</id><published>2010-04-18T00:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T00:44:49.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okk let's talk block leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first up i practically spent 90% of the time preparing for interviews (med and dentistry). yah, great way to spend my block leave riteeee? loads of ppl would tell me preparing for interviews is a waste of time but seriously, there's a hundred and one reason to prepare for it. you've probably been through lots of activities but u forgot abt them and so u gotta refresh and stuff. like for instance, the dentistry interviewers asked me abt this NE thing ive been to but the activity was so damn small and insignificant i couldn't remember a single thing. And, u probably like this course but u still gotta think abt why u have passion for it in the first place. so, yahh, to all my juniors, u realli gotta prepare to answer wad the interviews throw at u cos it's really a once-in-a-lifetime chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think i did well for my interviews! i think. i felt great after dentistry interview. medicine interview was long and tiring. mine went on for 2+hours. HAHA jeremy tat idiot called me during my med interview and they cld hear the vibration. Anyway i realise the competition is so darn tough u are competing wif ppl lyk chanyi, jiawei blah blah my chances of getting it? slim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got posted to guards. yeahh. i was damn demoralised, and i found out abt it just b4 my medicine interview. i think they cld tell im quite sad or sth. Anyway, my vocation? LIGHTSTRIKE TROOPER. wow, cool rite. supposed to handle this vehicle called lightstrike, like a car, but u are exposed, and there's a gun on top. training's going to be tough,yah. heard they are going to wake u up in the middle of the night or sth, to do PT. And cos im guards, im supp to do lots of helicopter stuff. And im afraid of heights, fits me rite? aiyah, wadever, all this is going to train me up i suppose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yah, im quite pissed the class outing can't go through. im really really damn frkin' angry. i spent a hell lot of time finding restaurants, good food and stuff, organising the whole thing. And i was kinda looking forward to pretty much my last outing since the guys are going to hell soon. I can understand if ppl realli realli cannot make it if they've gt other plans, but if your excuses are like wad "oh, i think you informed me too late" or going out on private dates, i realli dunno if i realli want to go out wif u ppl anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah, bad conclusion to my block leave. anyway, im kinda tired, so im just going to hop to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-5361469648480821678?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/5361469648480821678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=5361469648480821678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/5361469648480821678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/5361469648480821678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/04/okk-lets-talk-block-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-1247252603569486694</id><published>2010-04-11T08:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T09:23:51.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHOO-HOO POP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so damn happy. My parents went to my GP and was dere to share it with me. But i didn't really stay. Said bye-bye to a few close friends, and ran with my family out of the island. via the ferry. duh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time to reflect on my BMT life. i wun say it's tat bad, but in comparison to some of my friends, it ain't too good either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orion was my home for these two weeks. I met a hell lot of friends, some super duper close, some far from close despite staying in the same bunk. I had my laughs, tons of it, in bmt. And i realli can't forget these fun times la, cos in bmt, u get so few of it and u'll remember even the slightest bit of laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, i gotta be blunt. I didn't enjoy my BMT that much. In fact i hated it. WHY. Right frm the second week, all the way, i hated my book-in. All of it. The duration of all our book-outs were much too short (except the holiday ones), and my book-out time was much too well-spent (i gotta admit, i loved every of my book-out). But it kinda sucks why everytime i ask my fren from Falcon he always seemed to bookout earlier and bookin later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That didn't last though. Soon i got used to my book-in, except for a few occassional piss-offs. My company has quite little welfare, no canteen breaks at all, and where's my hamper? :P My commanders were mean to us, and i wld have thot they would have been nicer in the last week but nooooo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah wth, it's army rite. i suppose the commanders did play a job in training us. yeah, my dad said i lost my baby smell and now it's all BO and mud smell. my mom lked at my backside and asked where the heck it is. In terms of training, they did a great job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i was starting to enjoy my block leave 2 days ago when suddenly, i received a letter from NUS i hav a test today, an interview on friday. the next day, dentistry sent me a letter saying i have a test on monday and an interview on wed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im excited! and im not pissed even tho my block leave now is effectively reduced to just another bookout. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-1247252603569486694?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/1247252603569486694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=1247252603569486694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/1247252603569486694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/1247252603569486694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/04/whoo-hoo-pop-i-was-so-damn-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-6853882127521594309</id><published>2010-03-26T16:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T16:45:31.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK i realised so far ninety-nine percent of my blog posts are about army maybe i shld just put army aside for the time being yeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all i gotta say i really, really, really miss my pals yeah. S7B, band (saxa esp) 4F, high sch juniors, qihua, liysf so on. im TOTALLY jealous of the girls yeahh. Why can't they be more like the scorpion girls who have to go through BMT wif us. And it would be more exciting if BMT isn't just exclusively for males and the so called "female warriors". But at the same time i can't wait for another outing again. before army came right in your doorsteps outing would be like "ohh, here's another outing again, okk...", but now u start to treasure such things cos u just get so little of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had some quality time wif my parents today. :) haa, my mom bought nice food to welcome my home sweet home, like ice cream etc.. i had some nice chat wif her over where we eat toking abt friends and army life. haha. anyway she found out i used one of my underpants twice for these two weeks (despite me washing it in between) and she reprimanded me for tat. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad was nice enough to wait for me at singapore discovery centre today for 4 striaight hours. he's pretty much a mobile worker so he can work anywhere as long as he has a laptop and some other instruments wif him. :P Oh yah, the whole orion got to go dere for some amazing race thingy in the morning. And then we saw this group of primary sch kids dere as well, in 2 neat rows holding hands wif each other. then i was like, wth, all we nid to do is to hold hands wif each other and we will become exactly like them. freak, army men, amazing race? ahah, i felt so primary sch-ish. haha, the whole thing wasn't fun at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i felt free and easy today even in my army uniform. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't have to guard duty today. some unlucky few. sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going for SAF band audition tmr. will try my best to get in. but i haven touched my instru for ages. nt even aft i completed a levels. oh dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-6853882127521594309?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/6853882127521594309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=6853882127521594309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/6853882127521594309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/6853882127521594309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/03/ok-i-realised-so-far-ninety-nine.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-1588853301446678415</id><published>2010-03-25T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T18:02:56.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wows i haven blogged for so long. the bookout durations are so freakin' short i haven realli gt a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was field camp and SITTEST - my only two outfields in BMT. HAH, field camp was less scary than i thot. i realli thot they would simulate a war or sth but the commanders basically just conducted lessons and stuff. But tthe second day was hell. really. Why? cos it freakin' rained. i expected to keep myself dry, and more or less clean, but the rain totally, totally, ruined everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered we were made to leopard crawl in the mud to our platoon commander tat day. He kept walking further and further away frm us. That was damn scary. But basically the nightmare ended from tat day onwards. And field camp was supposed to be 6 days 5 nights ours was only for 5 days 4 nights, YIPpie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, i was attacked by wild boars. ffffff. The young ones lked so cute, u probably can keep them as pets. but the big ones, woahhh, they lked scary enough to chase an entire neighbourhood away. nvr ever ever ever ever ever disturb a wild boar, not even the young ones. yeah, the young ones would probably run away, and you feel proud that uve achieved sth. but 2 mins later they come back wif their mommy and daddy, tat's when they gang u up. It's scary. Anyway, they surrounded where i sleep tat day, but they didn't realli attacked me. But i was trembling the whole nite. I couldnt even go to the latrine. There were big fat pigs all arnd me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell, that was the worst experience ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SITTEST was hmm ok. it was boring lah. the 12 km route march, i took it like a man. but honestly speaking i felt my legs rot at the 10km point. I think i could have performed better for SITTEST, like contribute more and stuff. but ahh, SITTEST was nth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so! 2 more weeks left to my passingout parade!!!!! have i changed since i went in? i think i did, more or less. but realli, i still want to be a civilian than an army soldier. i realli realli cannot understand how people can stand being in army. Realli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh going to enjoy my bookout now :P cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-1588853301446678415?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/1588853301446678415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=1588853301446678415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/1588853301446678415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/1588853301446678415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/03/wows-i-haven-blogged-for-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-4573444247886392351</id><published>2010-02-21T10:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T10:54:18.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Realise im complaining abt army less and less now as compared to when i first came in. Adjusted? Heh, i donno. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another bookout day well-spent! With my family and friends. Caught up with my drastic lack of sleep, which came about probably because i always wake up earlier than the rest to avoid over-crowding of the toilet and maybe to arrange my stuff to keep my bed area neat and tidy. All the stuff about giving us a minimal 7 hrs of sleep, no one actually has tat, seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several things i learn about army so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Do things fast and quick, but remain calm and never frantic. Hey, it may sound simple bt seriously it's one of hardest things to do in army.&lt;br /&gt;2) Take punishment like a man, then wash it away like rainwater. So wad if they knock you down anyway. &lt;br /&gt;3) Using the UMPC (Some laptop given to us to learn) is the best time in BMT. But because of all the screw-ups and internet connection problems it's costing us our admin time, great.&lt;br /&gt;4) You really really nid to bathe quick in army. &lt;br /&gt;5) If you kena guard duty, take in like a man too. Don't cry, even though i know it's realli painful. &lt;br /&gt;6) Aft you bookout, everything u used to have wld seem so much more valuable to you, even the dolls or toy robots u used to play when you were 2.&lt;br /&gt;7) Don't look forward to bookout, even though usually i can't help it. Time will pass by faster.&lt;br /&gt;8) I really really really really hate leopard company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if army has changed me yet. And if there's any, i hope it's for the better :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-4573444247886392351?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/4573444247886392351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=4573444247886392351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/4573444247886392351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/4573444247886392351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/02/realise-im-complaining-abt-army-less.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-3978093827357711485</id><published>2010-02-20T15:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T15:20:32.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another week's gone. im exhausted! Duh. :) And also, i just found out boxers aren't allowed in army. great, just great, i wore boxers all my life and stocked it up right before army and now ive gotta buy triangular ones again. There are ppl who wear panties wif powerpuff girl, teen titans or a random cartoon cow on it but dun have to change them but i have to. ARGH. never mind....follow instructions...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-3978093827357711485?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/3978093827357711485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=3978093827357711485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/3978093827357711485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/3978093827357711485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-weeks-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-6042101319669950260</id><published>2010-02-14T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T20:50:14.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHOO HOO IM BACK. back on the fertile soils of homeland, i feel so frking free. im realli glad it's CNY in this period, else i have to further stay for another week, so its supposedly our adjustment week. anw, i dunno if i can stand another week there my muscle aches all over and because of all the constant stand ups, sit downs, going back to push-up positions over and over again, my finger is bleeding and there seems to be some infection going on. anyhu, im glad to be back. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about army. realli, im not supp to tok anything i shldn't tok else it would be a criminal offence that is chargeable by law, or sth like tat. My company (ORION)is probably above average in terms of it's chiongness, not as slack as LEOPARD, not as unrealistically chiong as ninja. But because we are situated rite beside ninja, we probably gt inflenced a little. That's why i wld say it is above average in terms of its hectic-ness. :) But I felt i shld have gone into leopard since almost everyone hu gt enlisted on my day same time gt into leopard i don't see why im the odd one out. grr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met some great frens in section 3 platoon 1 over dere, junhong, buddy kong etc. :) my section has a nice blend of independent school and non-independent school ppl. We help each other out and seriously, in army, u realli nid ppl to help sometimes, esp when u are adjusting to an entirely different environemtn. im also glad eugene is in the room right next to me on the same level (different section, same platoon, same company)while weihan is on top of me (so different section, different platoon, same company, so at least there's some ppl i know dere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically everything was pretty hectic. Everyday we sleep at 1030 and wake up a 530. When we ask why in their defence they say we nid at least 7 hrs of sleep, bt even so we don't usually get tat much since we all wake up at 5 to arrange our stuff, brush our teeth, bathe (if we didn't, the prev nite) so on. nvm, heck. aft that we wld gather at 545 and start our 5BX. (5 exercises to start the day off). Then we probably go for a morning jog tat seems to me like it's a few kms long before marching off to breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discipline is enforced in army. we march everywhere we go. Even though the canteen is just opposite our block, we have to march and take the long way. Aft breakfast, we wld probably start training (for e.g. doing physical training PT, or practise our rifle so on). We train under the sun for long hours and we have 15 minutes to eat and possibly 5 mins to bathe at nite. Quote frm a friend: Army is sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, if we fail to meet timings, do sth stupid, they will screw us. I always cannot understand why people 1/2 years older than us deserve to scold us becuase i feel the age difference isn't tat much. While in army, discipline is enforced, i also believe it is important that commanders/sergeants do wad they are supposed to do and at the same time, act as a friend to us. But in army, this does not happen, which is kinda sad. Anyway, my bro said if u get scolded, just take it like a man and try to change your ways. Don't think abt it, cos realli, everyone will have those days, except gurls, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i can't believe my marching now is so fking screwed up. im frm military band last time! i think i lost count of how many times they told me to swing my hand back 45 degrees. anyway, yeahh, 2 years is a long time for you to forget all the stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway when i stepped into singapore, everything feels so different, like an entirely different country. btw. the first girl u meet in sg, even if she's not tat beautiful, she will still seem like the most beautiful girl that u have ever seen in ur life. that will happen if u stare at guys for a few weeks or so. for me, 1 week and im already like tat. Why? I dunno. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time to enjoy myself. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-6042101319669950260?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/6042101319669950260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=6042101319669950260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/6042101319669950260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/6042101319669950260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/02/whoo-hoo-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-7088139276026923174</id><published>2010-02-04T14:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T14:37:39.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiz army. im at 5th feb boy. i dun feel anxious but instead i feel kinda sadd. tekong sounds and feels like prison to me. you kno the feeling when you get to a new place and dunno everyone arnd u. no, it's more intensive than tat. its tat + a feeling of doom. like i just go dere to get blasted at. aiyah, wadever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyy, last day before army makes u feel like life's going to end and im supposed to treasure it as much as possible. so, i play dota. no lah just kidding. i went out wif my mom in the morning to buy my necessities. aft i get home, i went online to chat, and yahhh, i did play one round of dota. i went to encourage my friends telling them it's okk army is a breezee it's like walking, everything is damn easy to learn. But honestly speaking, i realli dunno myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realli realli shld treasure this day. shldn't waste time blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-7088139276026923174?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/7088139276026923174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=7088139276026923174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/7088139276026923174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/7088139276026923174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/02/haiz-army.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-8154447215538054376</id><published>2010-01-25T10:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T10:30:52.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aww FINALLY got through my SATS. i sneaked out of prison aft a levels, gott caught n went bak in, and now, i escaped again. :P i &lt;3 this feeling man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyy SATS was torturous. i realli wished i could sit through the exam wifout a single break, seriously. it's nt to brag im confident or sth, cos im realli not. i studied vocab list A - C but forgot half of it. in fact i was pretty much panicking on my way to sch cos everytime i think of a word in my head i couldn't figure out wad it is. So i went through my handphone dictionary bt it gives the meaning in chinese wtf i couldn't understand a single word. It's supposed to be a 3 hr 45 minutes paper, i wld have tolerated tat, but it dragged on to lyk wad 5 hours? And the examiner was an idiot, she always ends each part early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough of the complaints and stuff. let's go with some good stuff. some guy went to take the exam in pyjamas wthh it gt me laughing for a while bt i stopped and took the exam seriously. :) overall, the test was easier than the practice papers, even tho i only did two of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft that i met gj at bukit panjang shopping centre and we headed off to zhonghong's new house. the house is so beautiful, i couldn't help lking at everything inside. they rented their old house, which was pretty enough. they even changed their car frm a toyota to a mercedes. Despite how beautiful it is, there is realli nth much to do inside. We went there to play "citadel". It's the most boring game on earth. it nvr seems to end. but i was winning, aww. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, zhong hong invited us to his father's company's employee buffet dinner. that was the best part man. the buffet is nt just a crappy row of food but it's an entire room of food wif different stations, all free for you to take. Oh yah, there was a chocolate fountain, i spent quite some time playing wif it, until a kid beside me laughed and i stopped. anyway, tat's beside the point, there was seafood, sushi station, grilled food station (they display some raw meat and u ask me to cook and bring it to you), indian station, chinese station, malay station, blah blah blahh. i absolutely enjoyed it, really. thanks zhong hong. thanks thanks zhong hong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we sort of made fun of some of zhong hong's relaatives. like we booed at zhonghong's cousin whose studying in RI. zh's father is damn cute. it seems kind of weird for me to say this but we all agree on it. his personality is so unfatherish and more friend-nish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i went back i wanted to play dota but my bro was watching some man utd - hull city match on the comp so i woke up at 6 the followign day to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and aft that it's just dota dota, and occassionaly i wld skip rope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-8154447215538054376?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/8154447215538054376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=8154447215538054376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/8154447215538054376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/8154447215538054376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/01/aww-finally-got-through-my-sats.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-3585171976271117147</id><published>2010-01-22T09:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T11:41:35.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So it's pretty much confirmed tat my family's moving, to khatib. The feeling of a new home is awesome. Besides, im sick of woodlands anyway. In the middle of nowhere, and first to get bombed when malaysia don't like us. A big big library i never went, and a stupid tree in the middle of the park with bird shit dropping now every minute or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new house now looks like garbage. No kidding. An uncle bought it in 1994 and left it there to rot until, hmm, now. With all the renovation and stuff, it's a pretty expensive house, slightly more than what my parents can afford. So me and my bro's gonna pay for it when we grow up. :) But nt for long, i always told my mom i want to marry and move out early. i can't stand some stupid rules. im switch on the aircon every nite and wear 3 pairs of pyjamas plus one t-shirt. my underwear must be either black/blue and cannot have cartoons on it. im not allowed to do pull-ups cos my mom thinks it will make me look like a crab. and alot alot more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, because we have moved 3 times in the past few years, i dunno how we landed up with 4 washing machines, 3 tvs, 3 sofa sets, 3 coffee tables blah blah. ALmost everything comes in a number other than one. Most of it's going to go into the garbage. the new house's not big enough to contain all the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realli excited abt moving. :) i dunno why this post sounds very depressing. i think it's  because im having sats tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-3585171976271117147?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/3585171976271117147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=3585171976271117147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/3585171976271117147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/3585171976271117147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/01/hooray-so-its-pretty-much-confirmed-tat.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-1574653949493437432</id><published>2010-01-21T10:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T10:33:42.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Day schedule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30am (if i can wake up) - play dota. If not, wake up at 8.30am&lt;br /&gt;8.30am - Eat my favourite chocolate cereal. It's not koko crunch. &lt;br /&gt;8.50- wash face, brush teeth, blah blah)&lt;br /&gt;9.00am - On the comp, check e-mail, emb (why am i still checking this?)&lt;br /&gt;9.01am - study SATS (urgh)&lt;br /&gt;9.05am - back to the comp (play game, especially "DAD and ME")&lt;br /&gt;("Dad and Me" is this flash game whereby your father drop you off at school and u go arnd the school to bully people. It's available on the internet :P. I think it won several awards)&lt;br /&gt;9.10am - study SATS&lt;br /&gt;9.15am - back to the comp&lt;br /&gt;9.20am - toilet break&lt;br /&gt;9.20-11.30am - Repeat what i did from 9.01am&lt;br /&gt;11.30am - Skipping rope (i realise i still skip damn slowly)&lt;br /&gt;12pm - Lunch &lt;br /&gt;12.30 pm- study SATS (cant on the comp cos it nids to rest)&lt;br /&gt;1pm - sleep&lt;br /&gt;2pm - 4.30pm - Repeat what i did from 9.01am&lt;br /&gt;4.30pm - skipping rope, then bathe&lt;br /&gt;5.30pm - small dinner 1  &lt;br /&gt;6pm - dota&lt;br /&gt;7pm - small dinner 2 + dota (multitask)&lt;br /&gt;(I have two dinners cos my mom wants to cook two times. She loves cooking!)&lt;br /&gt;8pm - SATS (can't use comp, brother cope it away)&lt;br /&gt;10pm - listen to mp3&lt;br /&gt;11pm - sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 23rd jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning 8.30am -dota&lt;br /&gt;11pm - sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-1574653949493437432?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/1574653949493437432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=1574653949493437432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/1574653949493437432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/1574653949493437432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-schedule-morning-7.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-7737938956384221044</id><published>2010-01-18T10:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T10:52:57.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven blogged in a while. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time i blogged was the day i went out wif the 4F dudes. Right...kay. Yah yah as usual Aall the talking and stuff. Asked what they didd for the last month. Linggamakmur's slacking his life away by sleeping and eating, so he's my new hero. Zhonghong's doing SATs and lks just as sad as me, awww. jeremy with his new &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;beng&lt;/span&gt; hairstyle, looks pretty cool, but too bad all of it's going to go away pretty soon. Guojun, whom i chat wif frequently, shared his ambition be a singer/open his own of restaurants. OKKKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we went to Cine to play  Left for dead 2. I played as the zombie, for the first time. :) Sounds fun right. My job is to hide somewhere, wait for someone to come before using my ultimate move. My favourite is the vomitter, or sth like tat. I spit goo at people. Besides tat there's stunner, who rushes at people and bashes them. Boomer, a big fat zombie who spit some funny thing at people, hence making all the zombies rush at the victim at all cost. But if anyone shoots a bullet at him he goes boom. so, yah, eww. The game's damn cool, but pretty boring, to be honest. You'll always lose. You can never fight spit with bullets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise from this game it is very important to work together, as a team. :) You got to stick with each other and protect each other. There is no "I" in team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I got sick aft the entire thing. As in, realli realli sick. Motion sickness blah blah. All the blood. I dunno why my family wants me to be a doctor. I will screw up, seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And aft that was basically dotaing at home wif my friends :) And studying SATS. :) 5 days to go and im starting to panick. haha. im still at vocab list A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-7737938956384221044?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/7737938956384221044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=7737938956384221044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/7737938956384221044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/7737938956384221044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/01/haven-blogged-in-while-last-time-i.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-1823410423955895208</id><published>2010-01-11T08:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:38:46.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay going out today wif my ex-classmates guojun, jeremy, alvin, kevin lingamakmur and i can't wait! :) Oh yeahhh ive just found out my mrt and bus fare equals adult fare hehhh it really doesn't feel tat great to be 18 does it? anyway jiust gotta get used to it and this means i shld go out lesss often too haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im realli hoping for these 2 days to end quick. cos my brothers exams ends tmr and he's been treating me like a dog. okkk im exaggerating, but being his own personal maria doesn't feel great at all. :) hahahhaa. anywayyy come to think of it he taught me loads and loads of stufff so i kinda appreciate it but in return i brought himm joy and entertainment that made him what he is today for these 17 years haven't i. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my pals. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-1823410423955895208?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/1823410423955895208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=1823410423955895208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/1823410423955895208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/1823410423955895208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/01/yay-going-out-today-wif-my-ex.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-5288542053059659686</id><published>2010-01-09T17:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T17:10:14.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when you are new to a game, say left 4 dead, it realli sucks. i was playing it and at the start i went to shoot some stranger on his back for fun. i thot he was the computer. turns out he's actually the malay sitting beside me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-5288542053059659686?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/5288542053059659686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=5288542053059659686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/5288542053059659686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/5288542053059659686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-you-are-new-to-game-say-left-4.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-5744036761834651943</id><published>2009-12-31T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T18:18:19.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had always loved birds. Eagles, parrots, owls, ducks (duck is a bird rite), chickens, the dodo bird. Everytime i see them I realli feel like singing a song wif them. (holy crap tat just sounds damn gay). Comes in different shapes, sizes, colours blah blah blah. Bt today, arnd 5.45pm (took down the time but i forgot), one of them nesting at the park decided to splat their droppings on me. 3 consecutive ones, each one coming like wad, 10 milliseconds after the other. where are their manners. i was lucky cos it all landed on my shirt, but hello THAT WAS MY FAV SHIRT? in any case, ive started hating birds, thanks to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my dad tells me that signals gd luck WTF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-5744036761834651943?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/5744036761834651943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=5744036761834651943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/5744036761834651943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/5744036761834651943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-had-always-loved-birds.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-6957200265616277955</id><published>2009-12-30T09:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T10:23:30.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okkkkk just watched the 'dark knight'. HBO got this batman marathon yest showed all the batman movies from noon, including some cartoon batman movie. :P been waiting for dark knight since last yr. damn exciting. bt i can't say i enjoyed it much leh. didn't understand half the stuff they said, they all had hidden meanings im like wth. my bro told me to open my mind more. i told him im trying to but my mind isn't a door so i can't just open it whenever i like to. so, eh, yeah, BORINGGGG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to sentosa the next day, haa, actually, could have done moreeeee cycling was the most fun since i just pedalled bt sicheng had to control this big big giant tandem bike. i was sitting at the back. sorry lah, the only bike i over rode was when the bike is glued to the floor. they better not make me cycle in army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to lisa for the cup and xinyu for the 2-page long message and the assortment of tissues. The cake was supercalifragilisticexpialidocius.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, aft tat went to plae lan at bugis! :P wif jiawei, howard, yangzi and weihan. damn nice lahh they all asked me where i want to go i said play lannn they went along i realli suspect if they realli wanted to go in the first place. :P ANYYYWAYYYYYY, we still went. boy the couple learn dota  damn fast lahhhhh, i remember when i started learning i bought 6 recipes cos they look cool as a weapon. u know like i thot the heroes can read off the scroll then a spell come out. :P ANYWAY, had loads of fun and shld do it again :P and DEFINITELY shld have some pictures of the lan trip.:P and it wld be damn damn damn damn damn damn fun if 10 ppl played :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-6957200265616277955?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/6957200265616277955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=6957200265616277955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/6957200265616277955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/6957200265616277955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2009/12/okkkkk-just-watched-dark-knight.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-4895422531643899198</id><published>2009-12-26T20:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T20:09:44.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all i did today was one MCQ compre, even tho i spent nearly the entire day with my book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u can actually do alot of other crap stuff while studying :P haha. I love studying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-4895422531643899198?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/4895422531643899198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=4895422531643899198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/4895422531643899198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/4895422531643899198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-i-did-today-was-one-mcq-compre-even.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-5980016618401682469</id><published>2009-12-25T09:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T10:00:58.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okkkk so im realli realli pissed off it's supposed to be my big big grand holiday aft 6 yrs of (crap) education (wait, more than tat, if u count kindergarden and pri sch) but great my mom and dad are forcing me to take the coming SATS so now im back to my books. THAT FEELING SUCKS! What are the rest of the guys doing anyway, since the gurls shld be doing work, what the guys just plae comp the whole day? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i went to the school library to look for SAT books aft 30 minutes of searching the librarian ended up telling me tat J2s cannot borrow already. oh great, just great. :) But thanks yihuang for lending me her book i would have borrowed the same one from school anyway! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a very very happy birthday for me this year spent with band seniors (yihuang, melissa, weiyang, clara, like last year) and some frens at nite. heh, i &lt;3 the jelly beans altho i didn't manage to taste everything cos im very likely to get a sugar rush whoohoo. HAHA i practically used my bday as an excuse not to study SATS or clean the house. Speaking of cleaning, my room is finally free from booby traps haha, it's nice to have a presentable room yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And met yingzhen (speaking the name still feels damn weird, i have no idea why!) the day before she pass me her gift hahaha tats so greatt i like the mr leng picture and the monster who look like IT took 10 kg of protein everyday. that's just crazy haha. So i can safely say this yr's birthday is as equally great as last year i feel damn happy hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah i thot i didn't nid to take SATS anymore cos the vacancies are full so i was happily skipping my way home then i found tat i can actually take in another school SIAN AH. that just ruins everything haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sian pity bdays last only 24 hrs that means back to SATS but im going to take things slowly and i just found out you can do loads of stuff tats not related to studying while studying, like listening to mp3 and smsing. and hu cares, fail SATS, take again loh. aww great that's the wrong attitude haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-5980016618401682469?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-4461470881769275541</id><published>2009-12-17T19:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:23:53.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>play dota until i almost want to puke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-4461470881769275541?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/4461470881769275541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=4461470881769275541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/4461470881769275541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/4461470881769275541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2009/12/play-dota-until-i-almost-want-to-puke.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-9162939417050053296</id><published>2009-12-14T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:04:42.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is the worst holiday in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im almost 18 now so my mom decided im old enough to learn some of my family's darkest secrets. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i hate this. how could my older bro have taken this kind of crap when he was my age? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive almost shown this guy with the greatest respect and now i think he is realli nothing but a butthole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worst of all, i found out i was almost just, an &lt;em&gt;accident&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my family. well, everyone except my mother, brother, and sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-9162939417050053296?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/9162939417050053296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=9162939417050053296' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-7803593751214098388?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/7803593751214098388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=7803593751214098388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/7803593751214098388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/7803593751214098388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-good-friend-is-better-than-thousand.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-2140719351871166130</id><published>2009-11-27T14:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T15:24:27.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i should be studying....studying....studying....studying....studying.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-2140719351871166130?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/2140719351871166130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=2140719351871166130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/2140719351871166130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/2140719351871166130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-should-be-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-1065567005805166836</id><published>2009-11-26T10:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T10:19:21.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after chatting wif gj yesterday and learning abt his situation, i realise tat sometimes boys, guys, men, can be the victims too i can never imagine how someone of the opposite gender can be tat evil to do such a thing and i absolutely despise her and wad she is doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-1065567005805166836?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/1065567005805166836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=1065567005805166836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/1065567005805166836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/1065567005805166836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2009/11/after-chatting-wif-gj-yesterday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-8523358175238900709</id><published>2009-11-25T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T10:15:53.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my room's full of booby traps, almost made my sick dad fall. i think i nid something like a crane or a flamethrower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-864815743843618859</id><published>2009-11-25T19:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T19:57:23.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>toking to jeremy on the phone for an hour was amazing. it's like going back to my high school days again. i realised the best times in my 6 years in hwachong are nt spent in college but instead in high sch when i got to sit wif those guys (zhong hong victor jeremy, we call ourselves, the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;NERD GANG&lt;/span&gt;.....for fun). but i don't think we were tat nerd only in sec 3 when we started to compete, but that was all so exciting. HAHAH i can't even say the things we talk about within ourselves, but im pretty sure we'll get into BIG BIG trouble if our teachers or parents hear us talk about it, but anywayy they realli got me laughing everytime i reminisce (is this how u spelled it, learnt it from ernest). in JC we kinda talked to each other less cos we went in seperate ways but i can never tell you guys how many times i hoped for us to be in the same class together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im realli thankful i didn't go to some school like RV and had i made another mistake in PSLE, like forget to draw some stupid model in math, my life wouldn't be as happy as it is rite now. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-864815743843618859?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/864815743843618859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=864815743843618859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/864815743843618859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/864815743843618859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/2009/11/toking-to-jeremy-on-phone-was-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>yikun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140119314819210236.post-6006122037278886371</id><published>2009-11-24T10:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T10:28:01.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;22nd nov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell. i have an entire screaming family for the weekend. dad had a hernia surgery so he had 3 holes drilled in his stomach and came home screaming in pain. mom accidentally chopped her finger with a chopping knife, oww, so she oso scream in pain. sister lost her luggage at the airport and since it's a budget airline it wasn't refundable. so, even tho she don't realli express it, i think her heart is screaming with anger. Forced to take my dad's car while he's still in pain, i know my life's in jeopardy, so, im so scared that my heart's screaming in terror. but it's okay. i had a will set up already and my action figures are going to go to my bro while my savings going to charity. :) and all my books. being a green person, i have decided to recycle them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;23rd november&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post-exam horror from mcq. then i realised ive got my spa to pull me up so, i think im okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but most importantly, freedom! but then again. there's realli nothing to do. i think i nid dota. i was playing with the star highlighter i got from the scholarship fair using one pointy end as the head, 2 pointy ends as the hands, as the remaining two as the leg, and then pretending to be a power ranger and do all the stunts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nid a life! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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minor things in life tat we can start to appreciate which we sadly haven done so b4. you start to appreciate your family cos u practically spend the whole day at home wif them, unlike before. u suddenly enjoy doing exercises, esp in the morning, cos tat is pretty much the only thing that's "fun" in your life right now. and you start to appreciate friends who sms you to have a chat cos while u are feeling bored, lonely and rotten, you know there's someone to cheer you up. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-1536847352698414059?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/1536847352698414059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=1536847352698414059' 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stuff. went in the morning for a jog and some dips. :) army's not going to pull me down im going there and own everyone and be a commando, own everyone, and then, when i grow up, i will lead the country to war with US, China and Russia and pummel them to a pulp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5140119314819210236-3397576694159811625?l=boy-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/3397576694159811625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5140119314819210236&amp;postID=3397576694159811625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140119314819210236/posts/default/3397576694159811625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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