time to serve...again!

My 1st ICT is in abt...9 hours time. and its gonna b at Tanjung Gul Camp wic mite as well be at another country. so bloody far. not only the nearest mrt is at boon lay, even the nearest bustop is abt 200-300m away from the camp! Cab liao la!

I'll be gone for abt 5 days ending on Fri at 2359. who the hell 's gonna go out dat late? I hope i get to hitch a ride..don't wanna stay there too long. scared i get too attached. the only reason im looking forw3ard to this is so i get some exercise and maybe even a gd chance to network abit. who knows...got chance become Jr CEO.

still, getting to see my army buddies again is not that bad. its a gd change for once...cant wait to get into the same old shit!

so see u old farts in 5 days time, meanwhile, dont get into too much fun without me around. dat goes for u too dear. heh! kidding............





....no i'm not.

5 years.........and more.

A little bit more than 5 years ago i met this girl. My first glimpse of her did not perk up much interest let alone any feelings of attraction or infatuation. Not that she wasn't pretty or anything but you can never tell from 1st glances. Maybe it was the sincerity and the initial tone of friendship, that we still carried on till today, which sparked the attraction and affection and inevitably, love.

We could never recall wen it first happened or how we got together. It just, happened. And before we knew it we were in Bali and spending every single day we had together. We rarely spent more than a day apart. Any other spare time was spent talking on the fone or sms-ing. Everything just clicked and we were just enjoying each other's company as time unfolded.

Eventually it came to a point where we asked ourselves, when did things start? Just to put a date, we chose the 27th of May. Which happens to be today. A journey 5 years in the making. An adventure spanning 5 years, and counting. A neverending fairy tale drawing its happily ever after. Soon.

I Recognise

For welcoming my presence;

I thank you.

For your smiles, always;

A nod, and a bow.

For taking me as I am;

My cheers.

Patiently waiting;

I applaude.

Loving every minute of us;

An ovation.

Loving me;

Triumph.

circumcisions? (inspired by kennysia.com)

kenny gave a hilarious pictorial take on circumcisions. go see. he's deciding whether to trim it or leave it long and fabulous. not that i'd noe how pretty it looks. or am pondering anywer near how his member should appear to be. tho he does have a "pic" of it. of wic i do recall...becos i juz saw it...n not because its unforgettable. hey,i dont only think abt blogger's members orite? and i dont think of their other parts either. hey wait, wats up wit the FAQs? n y m i defensive? who me? well? stop asking so many questions can?

anyway,let me indulge u in MY own snipping story. abit long though but u can't talk abt cock and not pay due respect to it.especially wen its been of such loyal and reliable service all this years.* standing and saluting *

i think i was between 4-6yrs old. dat time i was living just beside Redhill MRT.dat block has been torn down n u can only see a field wit some trees on it now btw. the few days before it happened my parents told me i gotta go for a "sunat" - the malay term or slang for circumcision, of wic the exact word in malay i totally forgot. i was happy cos i had seen a few of my older cuzzins who had it done and it didnt look bad. actually i was looking forward to it cos its sort of traditional for the "sunat-ee" to get money from family members. sort of like a hangbao. apparently my observation skills needed improvement. as u can see i was VERY young and the thought of having my little "bradder" trimmed for some extra cash seem like a fair trade-off.

we have a sort of ceremony for this of things and sometimes some families would get afew of the young boys to go through the ritual together. and once the snippings done, they would b this cute little things lying down on the beds wearing sarongs and a little clothes hanger bent strategically n held juz below the bellybutton to prevent the sarong from touching their little johnnys. i guess the hangbao is like cover charge to look at us mutilated boys.

i was at the clinic wit my parents and they seem more nervous than i am. my dad looked really concerned. telling me that its gonna b fine and all wen in fact i was thinking of wat to buy wit all my extra dough. maybe they worry for my safety or probably the likeliness of an accident happening wic would result in them not being grandparents. or maybe my dad recalled his own personal "sunat - day" and how it still haunts him. as for my mom, she's a girl, so i dont think she can share anyting other than deep concern for my well-being.

wen i went in wit my dad there was a pretty young nurse asking my name and how i was feeling. the doc was already preparing something at a corner of the room. pretty nurse then told me to take off my clothes and wear a kiddy-gown-thingy. i obediently listened and complied till i was lying down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. pretty nurse was rite beside me, holding my rite arm and telling me that watever happens i should keep my head down and juz b patient as the procedure wont take too long. another nurse - pretty.....ugly - came in and held my left arm after passing something to the doc who decided to introduce himself before chopping me up.

i felt the man touching and pulling my ThinG before a prick coursed through my veins. now, at that instant any boy would be crying or freeze in fear/shock but i decided to take the more subtle approach. i screamed! i screamed like i've never screamed before. gerls would be ashamed if they didnt know i did it. i was in total panic because somehow this is not going to plan. its becoming too painful and before i knew it i felt more pricks on my ThinG. dats when i shot my head up n took a quick glance at my ThinG. Dr Pricky was injecting me on my ThinG!!!!i looked at ugly nurse and she told me to calm down. i turned to pretty nurse and she too said to relax. relax? RELAX? let me prick ur eyes and we'll see who's relaxed! ur not that pretty come to think of it. and then came the eventual chorus.

i felt more searing pain from bradder ThinG. watever Dr Pricky was doing, it didnt seem to get any better. another quick glance and i saw scissors n blood. not good, not good. ugly nurse said the pricks would make it less painful. if so then, my god, prick me more. prick me till u cant prick no more Dr Pricky. suddenly i heard somebody rush out the door. Dad! he's gone! he's left me wit Dr Pricky and nurse Pretty and Ugly to butcher bradder ThinG! Oh God, i said to myself, i dont want the money. take away my toys or anything but dont let him take away my baby ThinG.

before i could start screaming again, Dr Pricky declared the torture a success. its over he said and mentioned that i was a brave boy. or was it a gerl. i checked baby ThinG and saw it swollen wit something stuck on it. its the "cincin" - a ring-like intrument to keep my ThinGy in its appropriate and socially-acceptable form. a tad bit shorter though but i felt relieved it was over. pretty nurse led me outside, wobbling and in my sarong, and asked my parents if they want my foreskin as a souvenir. she showed it to me 1st. wrapped in wool and packed in a small plastic container the size of a matchbox. hmm...abit longer than expected. i didnt think much of it as i showed it to mom proudly and she smiled. she said that i'm big boy now. wobbling home i thought to myself: hey......im a.....man?

not quite cos the days that followed really made my mom reconsider wat a big boy i've become. complaining from the slightest itch to the teeniest touch. hey, its really painful and im sensitive. cant help but b emotional wen a part of u has come and gone.(cant say the the same abt one nite stands can u?) she said maybe its hereditary cos she told me y my dad went out of the room. he was all wobbly n woozy. too much blood he said. see? aint my fault!

anyway...i'll let u guys hang up till here for now. will continue wit "my recovery phase" wen i have more time.still come to think of it, i shall conclude that the whole ordeal wasnt so bad. still,im beginning to suspect Dr Pricky's (whom i still have a grudge on..) competence. im sure i have a much longer *ehem* cos now, i wouldnt mind going through it again. i need the extra cash.

kisah paip ketiakku bocor

(which in English roughly translates to : The tale of my burst armpit tap.)

my dad woke me up at 8. like clockwork, as i've pasted a wake-up-notice on his door 2 hours ago. sleeping from 6 does not make Fandy very mobile. i sat, hunched, on my mattress hugging my pillow for like 15mins. half-awake...pretty sure im still asleep. give me 5 mins more i grunted.

took a bath and decided, "hmmm, y dont i shave my armpits?".like skinny dipping at nite..it never really seem like a bad idea until something tried snapping at ur balls. i only wanted my deodorant to get as close to the pores as possible.i sweat buckets u see so y the hell not?

it doesnt matter how warm or cold the day is.even in an air-conditioned room...my armpits juz love to sweat.its as if, they have their own brains.and it tells them to pour wenever the hell they feel like it.and i'll b like,hey,its 17'C..im freezing...but my pits are dripping. wtf?

so as soon i was out the door,the sweat glands were at it.in force.luckily i had my trusty green towel.its a small little thing... my little fluid absorber.there i was barely halfway to my bustop and i was already sweating like a dog.maybe i was nervous? maybe its juz a hot day?but i noe better..its juz my bloody glands having the time of their lives.

wen i met my interviewer i almost asked her if there was a bathroom in the office cos i really2 wanted to take a bath.so uncomfy,the shirt n pants...so unlike me.yeah i looked gd(hehe!) but dats not how i dress at all! i kept feeling like i was melting...drowning in my own sweat n fluids.HeLP!!!HELP!!!!!!!!chio ming ah!!Tolong!!!

i have a problem.i noe i do.and the solution,i think,is a $25 bottle from Watsons. the instructions clearly said," use once or twice weekly. any more and u'll melt ur armpits off." ok so i made dat last part up.but the 1st line was true. and it explains how it sorta kills or makes ur armpit sweat glands to sleep.and sleeping sweat glands wont make sweat.however,wat if i really NEED to sweat?wer else would i b pouring then?

now this they did not explain nor care to indulge. so if u c me anywer, dripping like i've juz hopped out of a pool, but my armpits dry as a bone....u'd noe wat i've been up to.

pls God...help me kill this interview?

rite...my 2nd entry in....a few mins.

i have n interview in a few hours and im dying to getit done n over with.its for a job im not sure of n from a company i dont noe (i gez u can see wer this interview is going..).

okok...i've been apllying at JobsDB so there were many apllications.and the employers sometimes dont give enuff info for us desperados so how the hell should i noe who to look out for?im jus gonna go and try to bullshit my way thru.juz like my secondary school geography,literature n history exams.all of wic i failed wit drowning colours.but im older now n muc wiser so i wont go saying things i noe S#$T about.

and yes, like all noobs (newbies - for all u non-gamers, newcomers - for all u frogs under the coconut shell.), i got myself new pants n a shirt.dressed to impress u may say.im dressing to kill! cos i look reeeeeeeeeeal HOT.serious!even wit the paunch.

yes yes...fine,i'll admit y i got new stuff cos i cant fit into the old ones.somehow my buttons prefer to shoot out rather than keep my garments intact.the pants/jeans are all growing hair at the base and my sherts are sweating by themselves at the armpits.their dat old.

still..im happy cos ive got everything prepared n im sure im gonna ace this interview.unlike the previous ones wer im always smiling like im high, or eager to please like a dog,im gonna play it cool this time.

gotta keep in mind Fandy, dat ur HOT. so HoT u fry the interviewer's eyebrows. so HoT that he/she's gonna b wearing shades n sunblock. you're gonna b so Hot dat someway,somehow...they'll b distracted from the crap dats coming out of your mouth.

oh pls wish me luck...

i have watched DVC and theres a thing i would like to point out:

• i've read the book.TWICE.so its like reading a really big book wit moving people on a super big screen.wic makes the whole experience feel like reading the same damn book 3 times. cant help but noe where the story is gonna go!should have stopped at the 1st reading.the only superb part for me was the ending.i could have cried if i didnt noe wat was going on...

however, me n bb had a splendid time talking all abt it together after the show.its the story dat made us really love the trip.terima kasih Cik Brown.

wat a masterpiece i make...

im so gonna watch the davinci code.im so gonna...im so gonna.n my bb mite be getting the tix online!woohoo!

yay.......n for those of u who are thinking of watching, i hope my pic below would give u the motivation n inspiration(but of cos) to grab the tix a.s.a.p.!

me?flaming?

some people disagree with a post i made a few days ago.they said im being abit too....blunt.well,its either that or a firm slap in the face.

still...im not even sure suc violent reactions would even create any productive response.

so there.until a positive change is noticeable, some of my posts would b dedicated to her.passionate albeit fiery at times.

Pasta for everyone!

Dedicated to my cookingly-challenged-but-diningly-attuned friend Ola82:

*Pasta: (for preparation of pasta of choice)

• Click on the link: http://allrecipes.com/advice/coll/all/articles/210P1.asp
• Keep the pasta in a bowl wit Extra Virgin Olive oil poured generously. Will make the pasta taste alot better.

Sauce:
I usually use a tomato-based sauce wic can be mixed wit eg; ground beef, seafood, cheese, mushrooms, cheese, vege, minced hotdogs or practically anything u wish.And dont ask for measurements...i use agak-ration.

• 2 peeled chopped tomatoes
• 3 cloves minced garlic
• 1 small chopped onion
• red chillies (optional)
• 1 Ayam Brand Pasta Sauce (NTUC can get)
• MasterFoods ITALIAN Herbs
• 1/2 can Button mushrooms
• Maggi tomato/chilli sauce (optional)
• salt, sugar, pepper to taste
• Extra Virgin Olive Oil

1. Tumis your garlic till very lite brown
2. Do the same for your onion (and/or chillies)
3. Add Ayam Brand Pasta Sauce (u should be stirring occasionally from now on)
4. Add the 2 chopped tomatoes
5. Add mushrooms
6. Salt, Sugar, Pepper to taste (u may add in your Maggi stuff if u think it needs any)
7. Add the ITALIAN Herbs.

Pour sauce over pasta. Sprinkle mozarella cheese on top (u can also put 1 whole slice of cheese if u want!). Serve!

Serves 4...or 2. Depending how gagah u are.

#Tip 1 - to peel tomatoes:

1. make a cross cut through the SKIN of the bottom of the tomato till abt 3/4 to the top.
2. put in boiling water for abt 2 mins
3. quickly rinse in tap water and u can easily peel away skin.
4. or u can b lazy n juz get the peeled ones available in cans!

#Tip 2 - tasting:

1. i sometimes use Knorr/Maggi chicken cube stock to enhance the flavour of the sauce. (cehhh...enhance siak! mana peh Jamie Oliver siak!)
2. juz trial and error.

#Tip 3 - alternative recipe: [sorta like a pasta salad]

1. prepare pasta as per normal (as stated *)
2. add chopped tomatoes
3. add Italian herbs
4. add cheese
5. add Olive oil
6. TOSS!

For further enquiries you may also try this link:

• http://allrecipes.com/

Good luck n have fun!

bimbo-supremo!!!

i have a fren...
a very dumb fren..
she laffs without getting it..
and speaks like she owns it..
too bad,now evryone's too tired to take it.

my fren, has many problems..
so many, like she's growin em'..
and it seems, her best solution,
is to cry.

the best tho, is wen her problems,
suddenly, become mine..
wic makes me think,
maybe probs makes her sleep well at nite.

pls fren, do something,
anything, abt ur issues,
and stop bugging, me n others,
anymore.

cos each time, u ask for advice,
u never listen, instead u'd do,
the exact opposite, of wat we say,
to you.

so bimbo, fren of mine,
do wake up, from ur slumber,
cos ur tears n sad stories,
are a bore.

we've had enuff, of ur whines,
and numerous, dumb decisions,
for all i noe, we're here as ur toys.
as my last advice, im being generous here,
i hope u would, finally listen,
cos its obviously, the final straw.

juz leap out of a window,
or jump at a bus,
and make it good,
cos the world is a better place at last.

missed my fwens leh...

wat i did last nite:

1) watched azni n the band play at esplanade (watch out for Cosmics guys!).

[ they improved very muc since the last time i saw them...especially on the 2nd set. saw a little girl abt 1+yrs trying to dance to them.she was really grooving but stopped wen i turned to look.dam cute dat one...too bad she's shy.it was either my striking gd looks or my moustache disturbed her.sleep well little one..]

2) had dinner at lau pa sat.

[ we had many many many ushers.too many.and it was really bothering me. armed wit folders of menus,it was the star-treatment of the hawker kind.we occupied abt 4-5 tables(berbelasan rakyat u..) and a helluva lot of chairs. but i remembered we bought only 10 satay and 10 honey wings. haha...klan 1, satay man 0.maybe the hawker gods takbleh accept so it started to pour rite before we ate.bad weather plan?none watsoever.but im not gonna eat soggy satay so i took cover ferst.eddy tried the jangan-tegor-jangan-sebot method.i dont think such things work cos he was looking for me later.maybe his chicken had too much extra ingredients.eventually hunger got the better of us and we bought mroe than we could eat.klan 1, satay man 1.sua liao.greedy bastards...]

3) crashed at ana's place

[ got drinks n more drinks.heh!simple fun.n ana had a cat who stayed stuck in the window grilles.cos it was shy.so it preferred to b stuck there.mrepek peh kucing.anyway we watched dvd.not many did.cos i slept.wen i woke up the rest were karaoke-ing.mulot-mulot busok pon ana sanggop kasi mike.naseb baik azni nyanyi...kalo tak mike conferm berasap.and wen i sang they said i sounded like bapak2.kuang asam.]

n today i have to follow pearlyta go eastcoast.ujan-ujan?!?!siao!im gonna b here...on my bed.....wit the rain outside.....lullabying me...to....sleep.yeah...sleep...

gdnite everybody...

at long last

this whole setting of the blog is supposed to be relaxing...therapeutic even.somehow...i believ its all a scam.sooner or later every1s gonna get sued,all blogs would shut down and all this effort is juz another kick on the ass.

oh well...its nice to have one tho.hehe!i wont say its nice but for a first time effort...its ok.*gives pat on back*

will write important issues nex time.

for now..

let me enjoy this moment...

My Fur...

Im growing a moustache.

And its terrorising my bb...heh!



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