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Thursday, April 27, 2006
2:21 PM

Penises to Pinnacle

it always ends the same way.
a safety briefing by a pretty stewardess speaking in a language i can never fanthom, followed by peanuts and apple juice, twinkling of a million yellow dots a thousand feet below me, then the distant thud and that pretty stewardess emerging from behind the curtains to don a smile that stretches from ear to ear but somewhatly suspicious of a hidden liner in between which says kindly-be-quick-to-fuck-off-as-i-still-have-your-earphones-to-collect.

so i returned this wee morning, for the very last time from an overseas exercise and any exercise as a matter of fact. there was a great upheaval of spirits, and there was never one time when i had felt such mix of emotions. fatigue, relief, excitement, nostalgia, jubilee, despondence, i was a walking oxymoron. how i wished i could have relived the past three weeks of exercise pinnacle with my throng of positively negative man and a handful of sergeants who were always slogging it out. yet the month of may allures, and it seems that i could have asked nothing more these past two years for the moment of liberation, to have my wallet stained in pink in place of that dirty green.

philosophy aside, and reminiscence when a more apt occasion beckons, i shall bore you with a tribute to my platoon amidst one of the most daring adventures i had embarked since enlistment -- ex pinnacle.

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disclaimer: to all snooty pouty pussy personnel who stumble by this blog and go "oooh. how could this happen! i am going to call the SAF hotline and complain to the old crabs of court martial and have these guys charged to ninth hell and tenth heaven", these photos have been edited by adobe photoshop to enhance the great fun of SAF exercises and such incidents have never taken place in reality. as node commander, it is of pleasure, and an honour to lead a platoon with rightful obligations belonging to a superbly disciplined faction of the SAF core.

day one with my dear sergeants, smiles galore on the day of our arrival.

day two with my fellow pcs, terribly bored.

day three. fucking bored.

day four. :)

finally out for deployment!

my garang specialists

my chaokeng men

and my horny driver.

accidentally horlanding and landing myself in a flea market!

and sightseeing on the way!

finally settling down at the deployment site..

working out biceps in the hot hot morn

working out fingers in the hot hot noon

and hibernating in the damn cold night.

and for late time entertainment!

tiles and fire. tiles on fire.

renowned taiwanese ambassadors on our way back!

and my wretched luck with a transvestite one.

R and R finalle

streets of gaoshiung!

caught myself a weapon of destruction

masseuses' and temptations

faithful boyfriends :)

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well anyway. OooOooH Arrrrreeeee DeeeeeEE LoooowwWH ! ha.

the voices in my head-

Tuesday, April 04, 2006
10:28 PM

Plagiarism

Saturday, May 28, 2005
8:35 AM

Pain Planes III

Thursday, October 07, 2004
2:04 AM

Pain Planes II

i'm leaving on a jet plane
why, you ask. am i insane?
no no. i say, simple yet strained
eyes drooped, sleepy slow and faint

the beginning, do we remember?
young and tender, BMT peers
little did we have to cheer,
for freedom lost, and thats for sure

then came the time of P.O.P
last waves of hi and smiles that charge a fee
then the time came for you and me
to head different places, and so will be

rude snides, pig calling, times in sispec
days so pissed sergeants slapped me on the back
we chiong, its shiong, to a man and from a fag
the same old waikit, a little more black

now the time comes, three weeks long and plain
i'm leaving on a jet plane
why, you ask. am i insane?
and then i realise, veins rushed with a lovesick bane

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on the sat may28 of an 05, i plunked a `lil poem from the thurs oct07 of an 04, and this time on a tues april4 of an 06 i'm going going gone again.
3 weeks, to the land of bing lang meis, for the third and very last time, see you guys in a bit!

the voices in my head-

Saturday, April 01, 2006
2:09 PM

Silly Girls

its been a while. hasn't it?
yes one might say ignorance is bliss, but i say. knowledge is power

no boy is worth a pearl salt drop, and the one that truly deserves it won't make you cry. remember the promises.

the voices in my head-