De one with Perception Discrepancy

Blur day

The most feared and irritating thing is having people developing the wrong impression of you and the stuff which you do when you do not have the chance to explain. Yes. Especially when it comes to work or anything that relates to any dealings with a third party.

I do give the benefit of doubt that I may have been over-sensitive or was it me who misinterpreted what Gabriel tried to say. Most of the evening, my demoralised mind kept questioning all the Jasons in me, convincing myself out of one of my worst fear - the boss thinks you are not performing to expectation.

It annoys me to fail people. Least to mention their expectations of me. It detriments their perception of you, altering their behaviour towards you. Yes, people are narrow-minded by nature. It's how they develop, using all sorts of reasons ranging from karma-consciousness to religion conviction to self-freedom decisions in order to remind them to be alittle open-minded on constant basis. It's sad but true.

Anyway he call me in when I was leaving for school. Darn. The "crunch time"begun with why I am bringing another colleague for stocktake, proceeding into sharing of workload, landed on personal attitude towards jobs till calendar. I got the gees of the monologue-conversation. It's just unbearable not to resist having this feeling that the person is implying that I'm not performing. Especially the moment he repeated: "I wouldn't take a job from a person who's slow in the work." Call me sensitive all you want but I recalled last year end the same was happening to me. And my manager could see I was really suffocating that she removed one assignment from me.

Some jobs I handle looks simple in appearance but alot of problems are discovered post- commencement. Others are tough jobs which require long time. To makes things no better than it should be, clients take very long to help what you require. Which prolongs and delay my progress and I hate it.

Consider myself pretty responsible. I came back on sundays for job completion. For the past two semester, I came back despite I was supposed to be on my study leave to clear the review points. I plan my schedules once I know which assignments I'm supposed to do. I strongly disapprove and disallow any chance for my client to be late or mess up my organised agendas and protect the interest of my company. Turns out, it gets jeopardised because I have to wait for my work to be reviewed even though the job was completed weeks or months ago. Else, client's incooperative or being unreasonable. And end up what? Just for people to think I am not churning out work. Well.. it's like this. Pretty unfortunately isn't it.

Everyday on the bus, I couldn't concentrate on my book. The troubled-mind just drift away, worrisome of my work progress which bears a couple of elements which are outta my control.

If only.. if only I had a guardian angel. What a mockery to even give considerations to this. *slap slap* Wake up from your day-dreaming Ja!

De one with Stop!

All but one wish

Definitely miss the sun. Was at the park in the morning after jogging. As I sat in these "tai chi" squares in the middle of a clear opening, the trees, cowboy grasses and aww.. the unrestrained sunlight, intensifying warmth unto my perspiration-damped skin. Love this feeling. Totally.

Enjoying "sun-kissing" was short lived as I have to drag myself to Immigration Centre to collect my passport. The old one was unbearably unable to be further extended. That leave me no choice but to make the new biometric passport. Damn. The photo therein stung my sight. I look ghostly on page two. Not to mention my hair (super long and messy because I took it on the spot when I brought the passport for extension). Too bad. What else could I do? Most importantly, I had to have a valid passport for my vacation in 3 months' time.

Pissed when I got there. This couple who obviously didn't know what to do at the automated ticketing machine for passport collection. They took 4 minutes to do what I could have done in 10 sec. If you can't be faster than me, then don't cut my queue. Of course, exception to nice children (with parents..erhumm) and worthy elders. Anyway, I maintained my cool.. why should I be mindful of such Earthlings. They are the classic definition of human. In a couple of minutes, got my queue ticket eventually. I plant myself in the row of seats. Everybody were standing , much because they couldn't locate themselves into single seats available between those which clinques have already "ba zhan" (occupying in Mandarin).

Clueless but I did it again, I striked short conversations with my service providers. Like that night I was accustoming myself with the female assistant at R.I., I asked the officier about the prominent crowded and buzzy situation. She explained to me it was majorly due to the approaching holidays. People want to get their passports done. Perhaps I was just being thoughtful. If I were providing a service to others, I'd feel..appreciated and mood-lifted to have my clients asking about me, work affairs.. it places me and the client eye to eye. Which is effective and easier for me give all out to serving them, without influenced from unfamilarity- restrain due to a huge chunk of ice in between us.

I know I shouldn't. But I wanted my Twilight saga to be uniformed. So I made a short trip to Kino, got volume 2 & 3 to replace my current from different publishers, and also for the sake of its membership renewel for two years. Had to wait for the card to be ready (they could deliver it on the spot). Hence, I strolled down to Pok Kim where this stranger was.. you know, "scanning" me. Didn't pay much attention to him. Guess what!? Not the stranger.. I got my Akatsuki Gundam! Ok, it cost almost 140 bucks. It didn't take very long on my way home for jason reminded me I had been splurging again. jAson questioned whether I really needed to re-purchase the books when I already have them . Besides, the stories are gonna be the same regardless. Jason commended it's a waste of money. And.. I started feeling guilty.

To aggreviate my guilt, jaSon unfolded his theory on existence of need for the Akatsuki Gundam expenses. He commented if I had the time and doubted my rememberance on assembling the Gundam. I know.. it's been awhile and I might not have the attentive skills which are needed such that the final product wouldn't be flawed. A war was seriously going on in my head.
However, I knew I had to get home early. No further indugles at shopping. Within 30 mintues, I was out of Bugis and en route home. Relieve ahma was safe at home, showered and ate brunch - my all-time favourite Nasi Lemak bought by Jasmine before she left for work. That crazy workaholic. Omg.

Proud of myself for my discipline that enable me to face the challenge of disseminating all the directives for my tax project to my teammates. Complete my review of my their work for assignment I from 3 to 6:30 pm before clicking the send button for forwarding . There were quite a far bit of amendments. I actually redo and amend my friends' work. Out of respect, I didn't delete his work, something which I'd think it'd be very hurtful to him. So I inserted my paragraphs under the original and ask him to see if he was agreeable and execute the "slashing" himself.

Throughout the week, I read my books whenever I could. On my way home onboard the bus or waiting in a queue or before my eyes become too heavy. Thank goodness I managed to complete nearly half the book inspite of my saturated schedule. Phew..

It's very tiring in fact. At the end of the day, I told a friend that I feel exhausted. He asked why. I replied thinking itself is tiring. Living a life figuring out a solution for everything is tiring. He lectured.. the ability to think is what makes us human. Else we're unlikely any different from animals. "Then I rather be an animal" I snapped.

He isn't wrong. And probably I complicated my thoughts which I described as a thousand swivelling pieces of mirrors, glistering when it tilted against some light as they descend like confetti. And I thought, it's worse when time as though a compressing trap, devoiding the spaces around me, crashing into me fro all directions visible. Even thinking why I feel this way weighs a tonne in my head.

Even worst when you know you shouldn't trouble anyone. Partly I'm aware it's gonna bother people to pay attention to me. Moreover, I hate to explain myself again. Not unappreciative but no one manages to strike the correct questions or words to assure care and calmness without anything requiring me to respond. And yes, people always think i'm ok. I am too egotistic and introvert to admit anything wrong within me.

Recalled sharing my piece with a friend who put me down, suggesting I ought to seek pyschiatrist. .WtF Just listen to me, damnit.

All Jasons in me resolved I should pat my butt and continue with my life. Just pausing abit for now eh.

Before I conclude this blog, there's something I wish to clarify. I am totally hateful being misunderstood. "Jasons" herein are not imaginery friends or patterns of psychoticism. They are merely worded-gimmicks to make my blog interesting, amusing and partly, to excuse myself from not making the right decisions lor hor. As a reader, you shouldn't think too much!!

De one with Endlessly

Mad-rush

Doesn't seem to slow nor show any symptom of cessation. Am referring to the piling projects. Group projects - Headache-constructive and pressurising. I know I owe my project mates a responsibility. However certain time I just wish to have a chance to breathe (which is obviously deprived).

Today I kinda managed to stabilise my workload. Most probably gotta go back to office to have some "time-forward" to clean my schedule for next week.

Plus now my aunt and "Mountain tortoise" (my uncle) went for their one week trip to Korea. That leaves my granny all alone at home with the dog. Very worried. Jasmine's working till very late. I had no choice but to return home at the earliest time work permits. Even skipped my favourite audit class tonight. Ah ma more important. The least I want is to arrive home to be informed of unfortunate events happening to any of my family members. Bad experiences and memories are enough. One more will kill me.

Work on weekdays, lectures some days.. projects on weekends. Man.. gotta get a life!

De one with Beat

Rewind

Man, you guys should try the latest Burberry's Beat for men. It's freaking awesome. Looks like.. no offence to all Burberry's fans but they seemed to have realised the wonder-scent of Japanese fragrances (well.. all i know of is Zenzo).. It's smelling spicy herbs yet has the aroma of nectar - an explicit scent of metrosexualitian. Optimium blend. Try it. Get one now!

Back to another episode of Jason's life. Haha. The wise people says when one has premonition or signs of their death, they tend to have a longing for their past. Beats me but that's precisely what I am going through now.

As if an unconscious part of me is awaken, yearning for stuff from the past. Stuff such as food I ate, things I used to have and a constant inner-desire for things to be restored to its original state. Dying my hair was a century appearance; Re-watch the entire Gundam series; Become less concerned as if I live in my world; Listen to familiar music; Recall my drumming techniques. All of these envisioned clear in my head, surfacing now and then for attention. Good thing, I slowed down and paid attention to it.

That aside, I realise my hyper-sensitivity is back. No, not mentioning about emo and any of that sort. Just some exceptional heightened sense of hearing or sensing things before it happen. Sometimes I can even smell the metallic and thickness-stench of blood when I bled from a minor cut. I don't know, perhaps karma is improving?

Figured, it doesn't mean I have to go out all the time. Like always, I attempt to efficient my time to the fullest. I got a shirt from R.I., more beat to put in my bag, biotherm products. It's normal.

One of my colleague is expecting her last day tomorrow. Oh well.. it's unbearable but people have their plans. That reminds me of what I've learnt: You've just gotta respect other people's decisions. Live and let live too.

Dinner occurred specially at Bosses, Vivocity. I hate reforming back to my old introvert self.. back to suffering from "socio-incohensive" sydrome. Oh well, I left after dinner while they continued desserts at Hagen Daaz. I knew I had to go home early because I fear something might happen to ahma who's like all alone at home. In addition, with knowledge that Jasmine wouldn't be home due to work. Responsibility over social-participation. I'm glad I am able to do the right things.

Alright, so much so for now. Goodnight. *confident smile*

De one with Obessive Poison

Passion Day

No one truly understands about my decisions. Not even myself. Certain decisions are made mostly on intuition. Others, because i had prior knowledge or it's the right thing to do. Some.. are just plain spiteful-intended. None... compared to decisions made based entire on passion. Others would criticize or describe this phenomenon as "impulsive shopping". I see it as an "obsessive poison".

What I did? I bought the entire collection of Stephenie Meyer's Twilight saga. It's crazy. 4 books. Coming to over 80 bucks. Personally feel it was worth it. The first time D told me it was a piece-worth reading, I didn't gave much attention until recently I watched the movie and came to know of its beautiful story. No, it wasn't the Goth settings or bloody vampires. It was..well, partly because of the multiple fascinating super power involved.. perhaps the characters. Mainly.. was because it's a fantasy-romance. Not acquainted with Nora Roberts but we're talking about someone who provides care to another unconditionally. The other, being protected and defying conformity with norms. It's someone WE care about and seek. It doesn't come by easily.. so read lor..

I better know I ought to delay the reading till after my affair with Candace Bushnell. Guess I can read both books concurrently before my passion for the latest become obsoleted.

Err.. that's what happen to Harry. Oh dear. I have the entire collection, mostly touched by my Mummy only. Recall I finished 2 of Harrys during my secondary school holidays when I took Jimson to school and waited for his afternoon release. However, I re-discovered as I grew, that I love reading when I had the time. Taking long bus rides, listening to music and watching home videos was stage 1. Reading... is stage 2 "peace-time" activities.

Perhaps I have always been a notoriously defiant guy under this baby-face and soft-spokeness. Which attracts me to books of such content.

I like to see and experience things myself to understand the situation myself. Today, I searched 4 departmental stores in order to make cologne purchase. Weird huh., go through such agonizing encounter just for 3 bottles of fragrances. 2 from Kenzo, the other from Burberry. Nice. Not much citrus fragrances this spring/summer. Just... subtle ester of refreshing herbs. I love summer because it has all these mood-lifting effects from the scent. What more could I ask for. It's spring.summer.

I also discovered it's still no good to speak my mind. A friend I cared about recently received unpleasant comments. A day after, I thought about how your words may have impact on others. Complements are alright. It's otherwise for criticism. Of course, many of us would just say and forget it, not bothering further to consider how the receipient feels or not. Perhaps I care too much. Perhaps I shouldn't. How ironic. I'll be damned if I said it, damned if I don't.

So jason feels Jason should keep quiet and jasoN's asking Jason to poke his nose into the two books more. All JASONs alert, keep quiet!

De one with Departure おくりびと ,Okuribito

"Your last purchase and someone elses choose for you"

Watched this touching, tear-rousing movie with a dear friend today. I believe you guys have heard or read of the critics and commentaries. No doubts about their comments on this multiple-award winning movie, its good. I give.. a thumbs up!

Other than witnessing how "encoffinment" is done in Japan. I believe the director must have considered alot before producing something so bore and deemed taboo.

Well, the movie wasn't tearful the entire time, it begun with the ceremony, something unexpectedly comical occurred. Actually, I don't what's so funny. Why some people never fail to be jeeringly amused over topics/events associated with transsexual? I mean, their behavior shows nothing more obvious than their low level of open-mindness, immaturity and speaks so much of their shallowness in character. Supposed they have turned themselves into the mockery here.

It appears there's nothing with the film. What puzzled me most was the behavior of the audience around watashi. It occurred to me why people weep when they view the sadness portrayed in the film? Could it be that these roused the resurface of similar experiences and brought forth the grief felt back then? Or quero they have never experienced anything before which explains their only capacity to feel from what they sight?

No tears streamed down my cheeks. I even pondered if I were supposed to cry. Not putting a brave front la. Perhaps I have been through all that's to be felt. However, I must comment that it's very true that the closest family members do not break down until the part when the caretaker closes the coffin or have it incinerated. It's the climax of grief.

With regards to the climax of grief is in the film, personally feel it has to be the last part when Daigo performs the encoffinment on his father and that moment he recollects his memory of the father's face as Daigo touches the corpse's face.

Else, it's amirable of the Japanese respect for one another. They express their apologies with prominent sincerity through gesture and tone of speech. Besides this, i m amazed the Japanese's ceremony are performed with upmost sacrity. I believe if enconfinment practice was adopted in the local Chinese where the family members had to witness the mortician, strongly fear the family members of the departed couldn't take it. It's just too sorrowful. Also, it fails practicability of maintain the departed body in its nature stage without embeming, over customary 3 - 7 days of funeral wake.

Didn't manage to get my Gundam. Instead, Monopoly Here & Now, World Edition got itself charged to my credit card bill. Haha. Fish & Chip for dinner. Accompany of friend. All in a evening well spent.

De one with First Mob

Troublesome Saturday

Think all the Lao Jiao ("Old bird" directly translated in Hokkien, meaning "the experienced"/old-timers) must be laughing when they read this.. I bet in another 10 year's time, very probable I'll be mocking at my blog too.. that's if it still exists.

Early at 9 am, my BSM delivered a unspecified sms. Kockanathan (expressing "blur" in Malay) I called my man and advised them as I thought so, to report directly to the manning unit. Not until ZZ called did I confirm my folly. Oh dear. Aiya, first time mobilisation. Moreover, the initial sms didn't provide clear instructions.

From my understanding, mobilisation or recall manning, is an operation which is used to test the readiness of the nation's servicemen in times of war. Works pretty much like those fire-drills we used to have in schools. Well, no doubt war is unlikely given the nation's involvement in United Nations and excellant peace-making international relationships, it's still essential to prepare to deal with the unexpected.

As mentioned by Republic Poly's principal over a radio telecast, "national service takes precedence over all others". It's due to this your life's organised-activites would have to be disrupted, by law when the nation needs you even in peace-time. Ironic isn't it.

All my plans for a morning jog, haircut, breakfast and starting some work on my project went into puff all because of today's mob. Won't go into details. Nothing much that we do not know that has to be related here.

What is more crucial to discuss about is how mobilisation could have otherwised been conducted. Is it necessary for the activated personnel to report personally to designated venues? Prior to answering the "why" question, let us look at the objective of doing so. Physical reporting evident the pressence of your unit's strength in times of war outbreak. On this, I suggest the Immigration Department could provide its assistance as all residents travelling offshore have to register with them. In additional, active servicemen has to notify the Mindef on their overseas trips. Failure to comply with this requirement is a chargeable offence under the SAF law. A run through of the system can reveal whether the servicemen is physically present mainland.

With the above sustained, online attendence could be put into practice. I mean applying the analogy of online banking. Notwithstanding ignorant person who giveaway their passwords, security dockets to their spouses or even friends, security could be assured with personal logging in. This could be further improved with requirements of webcamming to capture physical pressence and internet firewalls to detect and deter the occurrence of any pre-recorded or mishandled live-conferencing.

Next would be the issue of whether is it necessary for the servicemen to report in their FBO? The underlying reason is to enable physical inspection of the FBO, which is important to ensure that serviceman is equipped with basic tools deemed essential by Mindef. There's an alternative to the current practice - Despatching audit teams assigned to go to the different parts of the area to conduct random physical checks, with prior notified periods appointed definitely (like how they conduct AAI now.

Further to the above, ZZ highlighted possible high transport costs may arise. I think this can be achieved by revising financial budgets which might be bursting on dispensible expenditures when certain old equipments could be used. Such as.. amendments to the uniform per say.

Of course, all the above with fail in the event when there's power failure and the benefit of doubt given to the servicemen's accessibility to the internet/computer with webcams. On the other hand, the current waiting-for-incoorporative late-comers (for most unit) under unfavourable weather and cost of transport (as many take a cab) pose disadvantages too.

I think, not really a problem la.. power failure could be reduced by back up system. Forget about 3G man... let's improvised an efficient and effective system for mobilisation and move on to be 10G servicemen! (Even cellphones have improved from 2.5 megapixels to 8 now!). Not criticising our curent is not good enough coz we see there's an improvement with all this sms-notification, call centre (which kinda ain't functioning well sometimes), but there's room for improvement. Eh, don't think the US army has this yet. Perhaps if we introduced something pioneer, we could be in the lead!

De one with Gundam Models

Past times

The fascinations with Gundam Seed, Gundam Destiny or even Gundam models didn't begin until I reached the age of 20. This was after the prime "age of animation craze" which happened early when I was around 17 - 18.

There's a reason for everything in my life. Figured that would have to be due to a person who influenced me a fair bit. I recalled I was getting this Gundam model as a birthday gift for this friend and I thought, why not develop a collection. The teenager's passion for something born of a momentary interest was too temptingly irresistable. In the next 2 weeks, 4 models were already assembled. Guilty as it cost a bomb, too much within such short time. Then again, all I knew back then was the interest took precedence, worries about Daddy's query could come later. *smile shyly*

Unfortunately, I didn't like collections without pocessing any history or its origin. Hence, I immersed myself into the entire 8 parts of the Gundam Seed anime within the next month. Having better knowledge, choosing the Gundam models became clearer, preferential and satisfying.

In the blink of an eye, the Gundam collection approached 10.

If you'd ask me if the collection was worth it, it certainly was. Why? Assembling of the plastic models revived the joy of doing the same for a fighter plane F16, a sovenir I bought at the Aero-show when I was in Primary 4. School excursion. Coolest arty experience I ever got.

The love for assembling surfaced since my early childhood. I recalled fixing those two-piece airplanes which was made of styrofoam and costs 20cents. Guess the sense of "great" achievement was the intriguing reward a boy could possibly get!

Then came Jurassic magazine which enables me to collect and assemble the bone-structure of a T-Rex. Freaking awesome!

Growing into the twenties doesn't mean these precious past liking for assembling things or "ability to create" something out of other things are eroded. We just move on to more intermediate levels and pretty sure I found likewise in my Gundam collection. It's better when you figure a way to detach the pieces from the stanzas, how and where to apply glue such that it wouldn't appear ugly or imperfect. All these requires coordination and a fair bit of conceptualisation from the blue-prints to the actual stuff in your hands. Brillant challenge.

After completion, I feel a sense of accomplishment having witness how the stanzaful of tiny parts constructed into a visible figurine. Wuao..

Like a lollipop which wouldn't last forever, the passion leaks. On an ocassion I packed the boxes of Gundam into my storeroom disappointed as I didn't have showcases to display my collection, I thought I should step out of my "wasting-money" hobby and move on. And I did! Convinced collections were not like toys, they can be played or throw around in my imagined story-lines. Only purely assembled for exhibition.

Yet recently, the supressed interest set ablazed. Think it won't hurt to get my long-awaited Akatsuki Gundam!!

Ooooo.. I'm gonna get my hands on this some day.

De one with Se-rius-ly

Seriously

If I ever meet Jehovah, I'll tell him of all the things he created in Singapore, the worst and inferior would have been her. Seriously.

If I don't get to meet Jehovah, I'll warn Lucifer of his greatest defeat to a f(€%:~? arch-evil instead of the most-commonly perceived (to his father).

Seriously, people have no idea how detrimental the damages inflicted onto others, with their words of pure selfishness. I have no doubt the worst of all living thing on the planetary system is embodied in this person. Its unquestionable it's back-stabbing words and shameless, malicious woohaa are more treacherous than Lucifer's apple to Adam, deadlier than any Scorpion's telson.

The depth of its lies? Am seriously certain the blackhole is incomparable. F***!

I feel awful, taking all the leaded arrows. All things born of a cause. It's just unfair. Because of the more stupid thing known as contractual obligations. F***

He of all fools, canst take control and claimst all dull on else but himself. Fear not, Karma. Karma will prevail. Se-rius-ly

Seriously, I just don't know why I have to go through such f****** shit. Man, guess all these immature rage for nothing proves I'm a f****** serious loser too.

Seriously. Take control of yourself. Are you immature? No? Then calm down, accept and learn.

Make a choice. Seriously. Make it or you don't. No use complaining. Prove it.

De one with Everybody Has Bad Days

Black-coloured day

A day's work could be summarised by "unpleasant". Early morning I had to rush all the amendments for this stupid report to get it ready for 3pm meeting. The "ong lai" lah.. what else. Early morning I felt nothing but oppression. Okay, I admit my work's not up to standard but what has a guy gotta do when he has three people reviewing his work and all coming at the same time for admendments. I felt like some pawn on the chess set, dispensibly ready to be sacrificed.

Hence, I was really overly stressed. Although I didn't show on my expression, it was so obviously flawed in my work. Godamnit. Then there was alot of commotion in the office's conference room because they were celebrating one of our colleague's belated birthday. I didn't mean to spoil it but I just couldn't mingle with them, I ate very little at the lunch party and pushed myself back for work to get everything ready before 3pm.

Sigh. We were late for meeting by almost 30 mins. Thank goodness the client was patient. During meeting, boss did all the explanation. My role was to efficiently produce the information to him to facilitate his explanation.

Actually, all day I've been suppressing my unhappiness. Didn't get emo because I thought, it's just one of my bad days. Perhaps this is a men's problem, as agonising as a women's "monthly worries."

Wanted to attend lecture but the detrimental effect of work landed me hopping into a cab and making my way to Hilton Hotel to delivery my greetings and hongbao to my men, who's the groom today. (He called to inform me of his wedding and I told him I couldn't make it due to my lecture). He was astonished and overjoyed when he saw me appearing before him.

In attempt to kill all the bitter-cells accumulated for the day, my legs brought me to Tangs where I got spent $200+ on my facial products. And I got myself yet another membership card to my collection! Woohoo.

I couldn't help myself flirting with the Biotherm salesgirl, who cordially brought me to the cashier. Funny.. the cashier inquired if I was local. Did she have to ask? Do I not have a "made in Singapore" appearence?

I surprised my ahma with early return to home. Chatted awhile with her...totally enjoy chatting with her, knowing there might come a time we couldn't do this in future years to come.

Well, I guess everybody has bad days. I'm no exception. Glad i was optimistic to realise how it bounces back for better. *arms behind my neck, kiao kah (put up my feet in Hokkien), wiggling my toes*

De one with Retrolook at Change!

Going backwards

Having finished my load of project work, I shut off my computer and sat down. I loved Sunday afternoon, it's blazing hot outside but just gotta love the heat. Out of nowhere, as if a different Jason in me asked myself, how much I've changed.

At that moment, blank in my mind. Like a rebooted Window's, my memories rewind, conjuring a series of snapshots of the different Jason outlook at certain points in my life. Drama and comical as if sounds, there's no better way to describe this.

The rewind stopped at when I was in primary school. I recall Jason @ 6 was already a fussy boy who's particular with his hair, which was neatly gel and combed to the side in those old-fashion schoolboy look or that shown in Little Nonya. *giggle*. Jeez..I must have looked very hilarious if that image stays till present.

Oh, I forgot to mention my early years I was a skinny chap until I grew chubby after returning from Australia (ate too much bread everyday) during my Pri 5 to Sec 2.. It was a disaster back then.

Big change occurred from Sec 3 onwards. If you have been an obedient reader, you'd have known I exercised 10kg off for someone I was infatuated with back then. Silly folly golly. Hahaha. Anyway, I'm glad, even till today, I did that. In life, nothing ventured nothing gained. Ooo, you must be wondering what's my secret.. Awww.. it's past time la.. I'm sure there are alot of gym packages and health supplements or advices or something that can help.

By the time, I was tan, lean, cutey face, still short but who cares.. funny part was.. nobody could make out whether I was chinese or malay. Haha.

Came JC years, I changed my hairstyle to those in SISPEC..you know, it's crew top except my front had a fritch, my sides and back of the head was botak! Punk right? Remember back then, only me and another student council had this.. airy, ridiculous but cool hairstyle. What else.. ooo, I became an "ambassador" of Billabong. My pencil case (those long, enormous type) and butt-hang backpack were all Billabongs.

Army.. normal la.. I look fitter, young.. I remembered once when I looked myself in the mirror after seven days of fieldcamp, as much as I was stunned, shagged but I simply adored my body back then I tell you. Sun kissed complexion, lean.. a person's most beautiful at 18. No questions about that!

Within my 2.3 years serving NS, I had 5 different hairstyle. Namely, bo-tak (during recruit), "4-3-2-1" (it's actually according to the thickness of the hair as it goes to the top of the head) during SISPEC, David Beckham's pointed hairstyle (during my SGT days) and finally subtle transition-to-Jap hairstyle (the baby stage of my current hairstyle). It was also the period I started wearing cap and polo-shirts. My hair changed its taste from gel, wax to clay. Fussy hair.. haha

Then to university freshman year, slippers, boardshorts, berms and singlets kicked its way into my life. Till date, I have what...12 pairs of slippers in my wardrobe.. mind your jaws.. Haha. Well, I changed from clay to rubber gel cause my hair grew longer, dyed my hair too. It was also a period of TOPMAN model for me.

When I begun work as an auditor, my wardrobe found new "friends" aka executive wears from Domanchi, Litmus Blue and River Island. I traded my sling bags and Philosophy backpack for Ballys, Braun and Agnes B. Belts increased two-fold. Haha, wait till I get my hands on a Dolce and Gabana's. Cost of facial products increased too as I became bolder.

Most importantly, I have changed in character. I recall I was an extremely shy, high-end introvert boy. Through the years, people I meet, friends I've known affluenced and caused me to develop my social skills.. Or should I say.. it took ONE person to land me into what I've became today. With the support of my best, good and close friends, I grew to become what I am.

Did I changed alot? Can assuringly say I did. For better or worst? I think, better I guess. And I only have my parents to thank for my facial features, ah-ma for all the norishing bird-nest since baby till now... and my friends for all your advices and life lessons I've learnt and encountered with your existence.