i finally have time to just sit down, relax and blog on what could possible be the most relaxed Sunday afternoon I've had in my month of service - and i say service in a tone of both excitement and drudgery.

where do i even begin? there are so many ways to start this anticipated blog post, a blog post that was promised after my first book out but ended up being shot down my priority list, right below SLEEP. a blog post that is exactly a month to its previous counterpart that when i even think about writing the previous one, in the comfort of my single bed in hartamas, with the dimmed lighting and the air con blown directly to the right of my bed - the breeze brushing what was then, a flock of beautiful medium length, sunsilked conditioned hair - it makes me a little sad. how time flies huh....

I've been here a month now and let me just say for the record - being in the army is everything that it sounds like. from the training you see in the movies, to the gathering of troops on the parade squares and marching - singing army songs and the ever favourite screams of, LEFT LEFT LEFT RIGHT LEFT, to one day we were all gathered in the hall and allowed to sit in front of a huge screen and watch SHOOTER - as an entire company. in the army, you basically aren't allowed to be yourself. everyone is treated the same, everyone looks the same, and everyone goes through the same shit that you have to go through. as a recruit, you are given know rights - which basically means shutting your brain of for the 18 hours that you are awake in a day, and listening to the egotistical sergeants who make you 'knock it down and give you 20' for the slightest error that they see fit. the 'free time given to you right before you sleep, is all used up with the long ques waiting to take a shower, washing your smelly sweat infested uniforms, preparing your bag for the next days' activities and well...resting. I'm really not meant to say anything more, cause of the strict policy they have on security and secrets kept within their regime (you can imagine if holding my water bottle in the wrong way would earn me some push ups, what blogging about my life in the army would get me) but its tough.

HOWEVER, there are still its positives.

the number of friends I've made, the understanding of how WE are essentially training to protect this country and the increase of my poor fitness level before i left KL have all been amazing. I've been so blown away at how the army life, although not josh Hartnett in black hawk down level tough, is so herculean, that i actually had a dream of being a bum after i finish, and just sitting down, staring at the ceiling.

IN SAYING THAT, i only lasted training in camp for a few weeks before being posted out. Haha.

that's another story, for another time, and hopefully another Sunday afternoon, but just to leave you on a cliff hanger, i actually love my job now, and my 'service' for the next two years is going to be one hell of an experience. picture me, in my new unit, as a Q from the bond films meets Seth green in the Italian job, and where the stereotypical image of someone doing this job is McLovin.

till then =)
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Last Friday, i went down to Clarke key for a little drinkage with some of my army buddies which was alright, but then decided to head to Sunil's place cause he was grounded at home, and i felt bad for the guy. this is just going to be a short description of what actually happened, but picture walking to the petrol station, stealing signs, pushing cars, getting mud on my send helps, breaking headlights, Koolaid vodka and FIFA. brilliant way to spend a Friday.












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the clubbing life in Singapore is the bomb. i actually think i could get used to it. this is partially because of my extremely entertaining model-cum-faggot cousin, Danny. the past few Saturdays, I've been heading down to the heritage of Singapore, Clarke Quay, and doing nothing but drink and mingle with mannequins of fashion in exclusive clubs. i love it. Haha.

for example, just yesterday, Danny, Sunil and i walked into this club called Le Noir and were force fed Belvedere to the point where i actually wanted to throw up so that i would actually enjoy myself more. =P

ONE DISADVANTAGE of partying with these socialites however, is the fact that my head is currently resembling that of a 2 week old pineapple and that i probably resemble mini me. I'm so small around these Scandinavian divas and South American hunk's that i actually feel the need to stand on chairs and tables to look them in the eye without straining my neck. with all that said though, i shouldn't really care, and should actually be devilishly happy, which i am. i mean come on, I'm partying with Maxim models and Mr. International 2007...hello?