hello again

whoa... been a long time since my lat entry... oh well you know people tend to get lazy... and there always the issue of time... i just spent like 1k on like computer parts for mummy... i hope she's happy with it...
oh i almost forgot... did any of you guys catch "las vegas" on monday night? there was this girl that was uber hot... i think her name was jaymee ong... hmm... an ong... guess where we know where all the looks come from... sorry... lame and shameless...

it's just a shower head...

ok... i'm puzzled... my dad just pissed off my mum about her buying a hundred dollar shower head...

i helped mumsies to unscrew the old shower head and screwed on what to me looks like a giant soup spoonish looking paddle with so many holes it look like a strainer. so i then put it back on the old shower holder and turned on the water... cool... "it's a rain paddle" mum said. millions of water droplets that never seemed to end. it seemed soothing... but there was a different shower setting. it had 3 rotating holes that shoots out massaging jets of water. double cool... she then dissapears for a minute and comes back with this contraption that looked like a a chicken's wish bone but big and chromed... wtf? it happened to be the "paddle holder" really something i never thought my mother would buy... but then again...

so anyways dad comes into the bathroom and mum starts bitching, saying he doesn't appreciate what she buys, qoute "your father ah, everything he buys is damn good, but when mummy buys things it's rubbish!" she then unscrews the new "paddle" and throws everything back into the box where it came from and storms out...

whoa... it's just a shower head...

i guess it was wrong in my father's part to say that... i'm pretty sure he didn't mean it or say those exact words... but it did cost a hundred bucks... and i guess that's what triggered a "comment" from him. but why couldn't my mum, you know, not retaliate, shoot back? couldn't she jus play along and probably say "but it's nice." or something... i guess my parent's are just like that...

well got go back to camp. will update this as much as possible and continue those entries that have yet to be completed. most probably you'll see weekly updates durin the weekends... k gotta burn.

john out. the "paddle".

going "home"...

hmm... going back to camp tonight. ugh.

jus had dinner at holland village... and after that jus had dinner back at home. i love food... yum yum.

what's a guy got to do to get his parents to understand more? how he sees things? why don't we understand why our parents don't understand? guess having dinner together with the family and having them ask you "how's your day?, what did you do?, who do you go with to do what and where and when will you be back?" will sort of cause these questions to rise...

well maybe for one i should actually talk to them more... but there's always this fear of them like asking more and more... like they want to squeeze everything out of you. you see it's like you'll always be stuck in the middle... wanting, but not wanting... they must be wondering why our son doesn't spend enough "family" time with us? but both my mother and father don't really see each other every single minute of their lives... well maybe except for the occasional "you're in my way but comfortable with it" in the bathroom in the mornings. or that they sleep on the same bed in the same room. but they don't talk when they're asleep or while flossing or having suds running down your face as you're lathering it up...

why must i share everything? every detail? i pondered for a while... i guess, they, being parents want to be sure of the way you're brought up...

ok gotta go help mum...

john out. think.

continued...

heh heh... sorry... trying to figure out how the picture posting thingy actually works... whoa just realised this took up quite abit of time.

where was i... oh yeah... "so anyways the chicken crosses the road and tells the guy %$^&*# you do that for?" seriously...

i'm a scout trained specialist in an armour formation. sounds cool don'it? doesn't take a genius to decipher what that means. translation (singaporean style): armour recce sargeant. (roll eyes...) well my national service is going to end soon. (ord loh.) come 31st of may this year, i'll get my pink i.d. card back. no longer sargeant, but a mister instead. (whoop-di-doo...) i'll definitely miss it... it's an experience i won't forget...

well gotta go battle with the "Z-monster"... night ya'll.

john out. lak ah.

drivin...

first time entry.

well... this is my first entry... cool... must be wondering why i started... still trying to figure that out too. my guess is cos since everyone is like starting one, might as well start one too... but, most probably is to express and share my views and happenings with the world around.

looking at other people's blogs, i tend to imagine what it's like to be somewhere other than here, doing something other than that, drinking something other than this, driving something other than that... well you get the picture...

well enough gibberish. hmm... i guess a self introductory (i hope this word is actually in the dictionary) is in order.

name's john. currently in NS and doing my full-time service. oops... more to come, got other stuff to attend to.

john out. chill.