5 months? Is it 5 months already? Its been 5 months since we got together. Of course, its officially 5 months. Its longer, i reckon.

So, we've been through quite a lot. There were incidents that can only be described as "backside itchy" on my part. Doing what i was told not to do. Doing what i promised what to do. But magnanimously, she still forgave me. Love.

At this moment, its 4.21am. Its nostalgic. It feels like friday nights when i was still single. When i would come back from THE ride, and sit in front of the computer and just vegetate. Blogging counts as vegetating actually. There's no intellectual or physical betterment to myself just sitting here, pressing random keys, dissing stuff.

There's this sudden, huge influx of cars with extremely bright headlights that look like they're perpetually on high-beam. Is this even legal? Its a danger to other road users. Namely. Me. Its a pain in the ass because every time one of these idiots are on the opposite side of the road, i cannot even see where i'm going anymore, with all those lights in my face.

Even the super-beams reflecting off my side/rear view mirrors blinds me momentarily. Unless the moron decides to stick behind me and continue illuminating the rear of my car and inside my head. During those encounters, i always feel like slamming on my brakes because i cannot see shit.

Tailgaters.... I never tailgate. I don't like the idea of slamming into the rear of some moron who decides to suddenly brake because he wants to put his cashcard into his ERP reader thingy.

But there are people who tailgate people because they're going too slow. Apparently 110km/h is too slow for these guys with flashy cars. So, they love to stick really close to the "road hogger" and high-beam the poor guy relentlessly until the poor guy has to give way to the loser.

I'm different. I NEVER give way to these pricks. I let them overtake me if they can. And. When they show me the finger. I feel like i've won.

*shrug* Cheap thrills.

Motorcyclists. They and their precariously perched girlfriends love to whiz in and out of traffic. Of course, if they suddenly ram into me. And get paralysed or die. Its my fault. Because i'm unable to avoid a homing missile.

I'll sue the fucking shit out of ANY reckless motorcylist that rams into my car, and wastes my time. I don't care if he's paralysed or maimed. I will fucking sue the bitch to kingdom come. Their genes need to be stomped out.

Youthful bravado needs to be nipped in the bud. Sheep need to act like sheep.

I don't know. I can harden my heart and become less than human if i need to.

Ha, pedra branca belongs to singapore. Horsburg Lighthouse is now safe! Go there dont need to chop passport.

oh yes, and one more thing, since, there's really nothing more the doctor can do about my shoulder, since nobody really knows what's happening. It's just loose. Then, a tear in the ligaments, or crack in the bone shall happen really soon.

Since the army provides free medical. FORWARD! LEARN THE SKILLZ!!! PRACTICE! PesCmorejialatjialat.

I washed my car by myself today. Now, i'm going to start saving for a full overhaul of the car. The engine is complaining pretty badly. Maybe i'll get sponsorship from my dad if he sees that i'm taking care of the car. Now that i've got some time. Might as well do it myself. Anything to keep that car. In fact, i think i'll get the exact same car in melbourne. In diesel.

And so, recently, some guy got jailed for making some incendiary comments against the most protected group of people in singapore. But i doubt that action will be taken if that same sheltered group started spreading hate against other groups of people. Thats life isn't it. We don't want anybody bombing anybody.

The line between race and religion has now blurred. When one speaks about a race, it automatically includes the assumed religion too.

Then again, the guy who got jailed was making some pretty outrageous comments.

I wonder if one purely states facts, would he be charged for sedition? I wonder. How far is the government willing to go?

I think the population in general is mature enough to ignore all these taunts. At least, i believe in our singaporean people. The singhs can tolerate turban jokes thrown at them, the indians even use keleng on themselves. Chinese guys get called pigs all the time. I have full confidence in the maturity of the people in singapore.

There is absolutely NO agenda in this blog post. Don't sue me for sedition.

3 days 3 days.

Has it ever happened to you?

When you're about to brush your teeth, the blob of toothpaste on your toothbrush falls off, into the sink. I bet it has happened before.

Now, has this ever happened to you?

After applying the toothpaste on your toothbrush, some of the bristles in contact with the rim of the toothpaste tube flicks toothpaste into your eye. It happens to me. Often.

I hate brushing the teeth with minty eyes.

time flies, its almost been a year of the army..

13 months more. I look forward to the end.

Previously. It was random ramblings. Now, its actually rather hard to string together coherent thoughts due to the fact that there are about 6 people talking to me on msn. Swamped i tell you. Swamped.

Without straying off the topic like i usually do, i shall now embark on commenting about some scenes i noticed which exiting and entering Singapore.

As we all know, to go on a holiday, or rather exit the country on either an airplane, or a ferry, one must endure a process commonly known as, immigration clearance. This immigration clearance involves queueing up, and letting the stoic faced guy at the counter stamp on your passports.

In singapore, and some other countries i reckon, you just scan your passport, and poof! you're through. But, you still have to queue.

Its not the scanning or the stamping that gets to me. Its how, some oldies, just cut in the queue in front of you. And act like its their right to do so.

Upon reaching the scanning machine, they suddenly realise. They don't know how to use the thing, in spite of instructions being available. Not words, but video. I'm being spiteful. I know.

And, despite all the self righteousness seething from the ang mohs, they're just about as kiasu as a regular singaporean. To board the ferry, they jostling with the so called uncouth asians too. And they too, let their unruly kids run around the ferry, and cry uncontrollably. The only difference between their kids, and ours?

Their kids might grow up to shoot everyone in their school.

In case, some mal-informed richie seeks to judge me again, i hereby declare, that i'm writing everything in jest. If you're offended, go someplace else.

Rural, rustic places are good. Well, sometimes.

And thus, this shall be the new location where one can catch a glimpse of whats happening in my life. I should revive how i used to be in days of old. But then again, contemplating anything is pretty difficult with so many distractions hanging around.

First off, here's an update on my life for the time i've been missing.

The bananas were harvested, and have all been distributed. There were comments like "your bananas like different leh, very sweet" and "my turtle likes your bananas".

There was KL, i believe i didn't mention much about KL other than driving up. There was no roast goose, and adam, lotte and i were disappointed. Adam + Nat in the backseat makes for good comedy.

Boat trip on 14th Mar. Good trip. Got sunburnt. Catch fish. At the end of it all, i met my unit commander, and now, the entire unit knows me as the fishing guy.

And, trikora, we just returned last night. Good stuff. Fishing was bad, it rained for a bit. I didn't sleep much. I learnt to net fish. And i failed to net a dead fish. It isn't easy ah. (those who've been with me+adam should know) And lotte got sunburnt.

Thats about all. Brief updates. I haven't been writing much. Cannot blame. No time. In the army, i'm too busy sleeping to bother.

Up next, old people who cut queues, and end up holding up the queue because they're foreign to technology.