Sunday, August 29, 2004

i recall back when i was in jc, how jane once told me she wondered how many people would be at her funeral (choy). and how rachel was saying(on a separate occasion) that she'd want people to be laughing at her funeral, she'd record down a videotape of herself before she went and then they'd play it at a funeral and maybe she'd tell a joke or two, and of course they'd play disney songs and so on. i confess, at the time it all sounded a bit odd, talking about death as though we were octagenarians approaching our time.
i thought about it today (dont ask me how come), and i think i'd actually prefer the rachel way, so to speak, rather than the traditional chinese way with the big brouhaha (which, as i found out from my gp tutor, IS a real word, believe it or not) going on and hiring people to form a small entourage mourning the recently departed. are tears really the best way to show you miss a person? i've always delighted in making people laugh, and i think that when i do leave, that's how i'd like to have them: laughing. sure, the odd tear or two will come, but to quote the age old cliche, i'd be in a better place by then.
and back to jane's comment, i believe there was a time when only close friends and family were privy to funerals. now it seems like every father's son (and mother's daughter too) attends others' funerals for pretty frivolous reasons.
"oh i knew his friend's friend."
"oh i'm just here for the lunch."
"oh i quite fancy his daughter."
but well i think i'd prefer mine to be a private one with just the close group of pals and family.

odd topic today, funerals, but well it just shot to mind. am very tired now, but true to my masochistic self, i shall keep myself awake for no apparent reason.

weiming at 9:14 PM

Saturday, August 28, 2004

so another day of my life passes by without any real meaning, the most tiring part of the day being my daily ritual of a verbal battle with the ever-so-unfriendly trini. even that didn't last as everyone slowly disappeared to mind their own business. so all i could do? look forward to the next meal. if you've ever talked to me whilst i was in camp, you should have the faintest idea how much i love it in here. if you don't see the sarcasm in this, you probably qiao sher-err all the time when you speak chinese. maybe you have an unshaven moustache too. or go for late night runs in your nightie.
but enough jibes at my favourite country already.

i dont know if i'm weird, but i deal a lot in the 2nd hand goods market here. ok i make it sound more glamorous than it really is. what i mean is, i often buy and sell stuff 2nd hand, online to and from anonymous persons. my mum always warns me against it, telling me that there's no telling what faults might be in the item that i'm getting, since i don't have much time to test it, and there's no real warranty on it. what's more, a lot of the time i don't know much of the previous owner's idiosyncracies and eccentricities. like maybe he used his sunglasses to dig his nose. or something.
but heck, good deals are good deals and i'm more than willing to take a risk since a lot of the time i can get things at near half-price. and nothing's blown up in my face as yet. but well, if you see me sometime wearing a t shirt that you once saw faustina wearing, dont tell me.

and as i speak, man utd trails blackburn 0-1. eat dust, mancunians. it's like 1994/95 all over again.

well this place is old
it feels just like a beat up truck
i turn the engine but the engine doesnt turn

weiming at 9:06 PM

Wednesday, August 25, 2004

rain, glorious rain. dont we all love playing in the rain. well not if i were in my 5-foot deep trench. nor in brunei, having not eaten for 4 days. but anyhow, the bit of time i spent in the rain today was almost therapeutic. i do love rain.

weiming at 9:19 PM

Sunday, August 22, 2004

weiming at 10:10 PM

Thursday, August 19, 2004

let me in
to see you in the morning light
to get me on and all along the tears they come
see all come
i want you to believe in life
but i get the strangest feeling that you've gone away
will you find out who you are too late to change?
i wish i could be
every little thing you wanted
all the time
i wish i could be
every little thing you wanted
all the time
some times.

weiming at 8:58 AM

Tuesday, August 17, 2004

my 2 favourite quotes from the book i've currently got my nose stuck in
"everyone knows they're going to die, but no one believes it"
"once you learn how to die, you learn how to live"
not so meaningful out of context, but if you've read the book, you'll know.


weiming at 9:50 PM

Saturday, August 14, 2004

i swear, i'm going to get myself some curtains for my room. my bloody windows face the east, so 9.30, and i can't get back to sleep. yeah, even though i slept at 4.30 last night. growl.


weiming at 10:21 AM

Wednesday, August 11, 2004

so today as i was off to work, i felt around my right trouser pocket and realised the single most crucial thing, which we never fail to take for granted, was missing. the little handphone, which was but an extravagance 10 years ago, has slowly crept into our lives and become so essential that i immediately about-turned and headed for home, never mind if i was late to camp. i really wonder how they lived 30 years ago, without handphones, pagers or the internet. leave me for a day without my handphone and i feel stranded, seemingly detached from the rest of the world, ever worrying if someone's trying to contact me. oh and what if it's the pretty girl i fancy, maybe she'll give up thinking i haven't got the hots for her after all. i'm pretty sure i dont only speak for myself.
imagine 10 years ago, and you're supposed to be meeting a friend in an hour, but something just crops up and suddenly you can't make it. i guess we gotta be thankful for handphones, no matter what critics say about it. (not that i know of any critics)

today's Singapore Idol was a lot better than the first episode, imho. while it wasn't nearly as funny, it was certainly a lot more moving. i'd never expected that a show like this could touch me, but when the deaf lady came on and did what she did, i was just speechless. she didn't have to be good. she didn't even have to carry a tune. but what she did showed great courage, and i'm so glad that she's shown everyone how deaf people really are every bit as capable as the next person.
the malay guy who lost his dad also brought a tear to the eye, you really can't help but feel for him. i'm glad i watched the show today, because i love music for what it does, and today these people showed me and reinforced for me my belief in the power of music.
cheers to dick lee and ken lim, i'd thought they were absolute dickheads for trying to imitate simon cowell so much. i still dont think much of them, but their comments to the 2 above-mentioned contestants as well as the singer with a speech defect at least swung me more to their sides. but i still think florence lian's a real bitch with nothing good to say. and she needs an opinion of her own man, it's like she's a caustic paula abdul.

weiming at 9:46 PM

Monday, August 09, 2004

mm. there's talent in singapore after all. and they dare to step out. looks like i was wrong after all. i'd always thought singapore idol would be a failure because singaporeans are too shy to come out of their shells even if they had the talent, but apparently the un-shyness spreads evenly everywhere, giving rise to people like kelvin sim. in case you've forgotten, that would be lemon tree dude. oh how about steven lim, our dear eyebrow-plucker cum stripper. go visit his website at www.stevenlim.net. and hear him gush about himself.

ok now just a quick survey of sorts. at the pool in the club: trunks or shorts? for guys of course. trunks seem to be the choice at public pools, but i figure the culture at private clubs are different from public pools. but well it doesnt really matter eh? just some whimsical thing on my mind.

oh and had a bbq with some old friends yesterday. glad to know that while we're all already 20, we're still 12 at heart. never hurts to be childish once in a while eh.


weiming at 9:56 PM

Friday, August 06, 2004

havent blogged in a while. what's been up folks?
well been through the usual routine recently, with the addition of the dreaded ippt (somewhat similar to napfa, for the uninformed) for me. now, i really really hate running. absolutely detest, eschew, abhor running. to me it's just another form of torture for the body. you're in constant pain and struggling for breath, and you still gotta keep going. well it's the same for most sports, but running seems to have no aim to it, and you move so slowly that you dont see much scenery either. which is why i much prefer cycling.
so anyway to get a gold you've gotta run below 9:45 for the 2.4km run, which was rather the norm for about 70% of the people in ocs, where i was a year ago. but as it goes for that 70%, after commissioning, most of what we do consists of sitting on our backsides all day in air-conditioned rooms, with majority of our exercise coming from pushing through crowds in phuture. so imagine my surprise when i came in at 9:42. not such a big deal to most, but well it's 200 bucks for me. hohoho.

just yesterday whilst in the gym, i was just wondering: why on earth do we put ourselves through such torture. cant we all just be lazy and fat and with ugly bodies. but i thought again, and i think that'll never happen.

also just past is my 1 and a half year anniversary in ns, which isnt so much of a celebration of the length i've served, but more the length i've left to serve. woohoo. i smell liberation just round the corner.


weiming at 12:47 PM