Malingering

Much hoo-ha has been said about the NSF who died because he wasn't treated "properly" by SAF doctors who thought he was malingering.

The truth is, when you see 100 patients in 4 hours, and 70% are there for "headaches" and "aches", you tend to be more on the suspicious side of things.

This prompted a response from Mr. Kwok Kah Meng in the ST Forums today, a platoon mate of mine back in BMT.

I remember he was excessively intelligent, able to play Chinese Chess AND International Chess at the same time, winning at both games.

He was also accused of malingering by my PS, after numerous "fiascos", including the attempt to avoid field camp and bringing a handphone out to the field when specifically told not to.

And now he is a medical student. Definitely a Captain rank in the future, but mentally, are these medical students strong enough to survive the army? Most are able to, some are not.

And it's a tragedy when an NSF dies. But I've always been respectful of the Israeli Army. They take death in the armed forces as a reality. After all, when you are screwing around with Rifles and bullets and C-4 explosives and TNT, it is a miracle more people ain't dead because of the safety culture in the SAF.

I sound like a hardliner. Maybe I am.

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Getting worried about my I-20 form

Hello Chicago.

Where is my I-20 form? I've been waiting for it for months.

Let's see what else I have to do before I leave this sunny "promontory" and venture forth into the unknown cold reaches of outer space. *kidding*

1) Buy winter clothing.
Alas, my winter clothing currently owned is restricted to thermal underwear and 1 miserly sweater I bought from Vietnam. Oh, and I also have a ski jacket from Switzerland for the winter sub-zero weather. To get: 1 x Hoody, 1 x Sweatsuit and various other sweater colours for mixing and matching. Oh and coduroy pants too.

2) Settle I-20 and Visa. Damn this one can't be up to me.

3) Get scholarship details settled. Okay. So where's the allowances? Like clothing allowance, etc etc etc. I think I'll settle most of it myself first, then when the allowance comes, give it back to dad. Or just consider it a gift from him to me:)

4) Meet up with friends. Yes all of you! I must meet up soon. Like if you're coming back from the States/Australia/England etc etc. Let's meet up for drinks, movie, dinner, lunch.. whatever. Just meet up, keep in touch:)

Oh. And I got my Uchicago email. It's lipjin@uchicago.com. How nice.

Anything I missed out?


lip
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RJC's Outlook

You know the products of a Singaporean education system when you see one.

"Top scorer Lim Chang Mou had 4 A-level distinctions, 3 S-paper distinctions and A1 in General Paper. Following closely in the wake were 22 other students who scored 4 A-level distinctions, 2 S-paper distinctions and A1 in GP. Besides Chang Mou, Two other students also had 3 distinctions for S-paper while 91 students scored 2 distinctions for S-paper, and 131 others had 1 distinction for S paper. In fact, the good results did not end there. 560 of the cohort of 742 students, or 75.5 percent, scored 3 or more A-level distinctions making his the best performance RJC had seen in 24 years."

-Outlook, RJC publication

Wow. I'm impressed.

Then I looked at the rather geeky picture of the RJC students and I wonder if film stars and actresses that we admire today are actually products of this wonderful education system.

Sure. Tom Cruise couldn't read till he was 20 plus (he was dyslexic), Paris Hilton was born rich.

And we forget the Steve Jobs and the Bill Gates and the Sim Wong Hoos of the world.

Even Desmond from EOCC is a classic example of education not being the only route to success. Albeight he did work hard for what he has today.

And I was playing DotA for "almost" the entire day, and the last game was with this RJC guy who had his physics common test tomorrow. (darkfire88 i think). And there he was, playing DotA battleNET. and there I was as well.
You see, these 4-As, 2 S papers, A1 GP etc etc etc. will not guarantee you happiness or success in life. Any small thing can and WILL take you down.

Like acne. (lol me). Or not being an officer. Or not getting a scholarship. Once you've been accustomed to getting the best in life, you would either

A: Wait for it to come to you.
B: Strive harder to achieve more.

In fact, I feel there are more Type As then type Bs in our society today. I'm pointing the finger to myself. I could have settled my university administration. Packed some luggage. Go out with friends. Learn Salsa (oh wait, i'm learning). Learn a foreign language. Go do community service.

And what do I do? Play DotA with some RJC guy who has a physics test tomorrow.

Granted. He'll probably get at least a B for it. And probably Ace the physics A levels. And the education system today has been so unforgiving to those it considers a failure of the system. ITE, Poly etc etc. All seen to be less than that of a JC education and a university education.

Now, even graduates aren't able to get jobs.

Though we Do have a President's Scholar in People's Magazine most beautiful people in the world. Lol. Ambitious, he is.

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Blogging

Notice I seldom blog about current affairs and stuff like that.

Like how Brazil beat Germany 3-2, or the Sarong Party Girl incident and the hoopla surrounding it, or how Desperate Housewife's cast was on Oprah last night, or how building Casinos is wrong, or how spending 80 million/billion on a MRT line to the casino is a weird decision considering the government wants to stop Singaporeans from getting there.

The point is, my blog was not built for readership:). Oxymoronic I know. There's a part that longs for like 3000 hits a day, but then I'll be happy when my hit counter spikes over 10:) haha.

I blog about my life, no matter how uninteresting or how boring it may be to you. If you don't care about it, then don't read this blog. I mean, it's only a means to stay in touch with long lost friends and see what they've been up to these couple of months/weeks/days. Or what they feel about certain issues in the Singapore media.

And when I do feel strongly about something, I usually blog about it. Just to have a gauge of where I was standing back then (when I look back in hindsight) and wonder why I even posted that kind of post that I did.

Enough musings. Back to Dota.

Dota. Dota. Dota.

lip
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This got me thinking

So i was blog surfing again, at 4 a.m. on a Thursday night, with absolutely no one to talk to online (because I don't feel like) and catching up with the day's news.

Nadal is out of Wimbledon, 40m credit cards hacked, Engineers have the greatest job satisfaction, etc.etc.etc.

And then I stumbled upon a linked blog.

And it got me thinking.

Sometimes, i wonder if we all have moved from our relationships far enough. I have always thought that the transtion for a couple from being a couple to "friends" is in practice almost nearly impossible.

In short, Ex-es are people you and love, and that doesn't change. That's what I feel.

You see, relationships are more about heart than head, about attraction more than anything. You can read all the theories you like, but when you fall for someone, bam, you're it.

And people take time to learn. I think most people tend to take relationships one at a time. To rule with their heart in their first love, to step back and take things slow in subsequent before they finally strike a balance between loving someone and being a "best friend".

I don't know. But you see, I've never met a guy friend who hasn't move on entirely since. Out of the top of my head, i can safely say that every single guy is still in love with his girlfriend(s), or at the very least, his first girlfriend.

That was when there were no responsibilities, no social barriers, no 4000 mile distances to separate two people who deeply wanted a romance. Not a pragmatic love that comes with age, but a romance that just twirls you off your feet and fulfils every cinderella story you've ever read.

sometimes, i'm glad i've thrown everything away. Other times, i really miss those memories that the letters, the gifts and the small postcards could bring. I keep my penpal letters and cards from my friends, but I don't have a single thing left from her.

you see, it's just too painful. perhaps, the fear of losing someone for a long period of time just took us apart. i mean, how many times has it happened before? It isn't the present that tears you apart, it's the fear of the future.

thanks, my friend, for a good talk last night. you know who you are =) i can't say.

and on a final note, i am going to close this blog down soon. again, it's a running away from my past, perhaps, an erasure of my memories that have become too painful to recall, such that you only recall the beautiful memories and relive them in your head.

I don't know, but perhaps we all have taken a bit longer to heal. And all of us find our own solace in things we do, be it music, poetry, blogging, jumping up and down or just plain looking for a fling.

thanks to all my friends who have frequented here. I shall save my entries and start a new life once i'm gone.

Just counting down the days till i leave. No regrets, no worries. trying to leave it all behind somewhere, sometime, someplace.

peace
lip
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I am not usually cynical

I realised that my blogs give the impression to people that i am

-Hypocritical
-Cynical
-Arrogant
-A general bitch

Ok. Get the general Idea here first. it's called

RANTS

Now, in dictionary.com, rants are defined as

. rant·ed, rant·ing, rants
v. intr.
To speak or write in a angry or violent manner; rave.

v. tr.
To utter or express with violence or extravagance: a dictator who ranted his vitriol onto a captive audience.

n.
Violent or extravagant speech or writing.
A speech or piece of writing that incites anger or violence: “The vast majority [of teenagers logged onto the Internet] did not encounter recipes for pipe bombs or deranged rants about white supremacy” (Daniel Okrent).
Chiefly British. Wild or uproarious merriment.

Of the few definitions above, it's definitely not Wild, uproarious merriment. I don't get the damn Brits sometimes.

It's a rant guys. It's me at my very worst. It's the terrible lip that you've never seen because I don't want to unleash it on my friends.

It's something I reserve exclusively for this blog so that I don't blow my usually hot top at you.

So fuck off while I rant:)

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Interesting Dream

I had a very interesting dream last night.

I dreamt that:

-I was dancing a Hwa Chong Mass Dance
-With one of my HCJC classmates (can't remember who)
-In my primary school compound
-To the changed tune of the National Anthem
-to which my vice principal was singing

Freaaakkkyyyy...


lip
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Musings from a hospital

I was woken up abruptly today by Dad in at 13:43. His request was simple: bring grandma to hospital as she was complaining about her eye being painful again.

A small matter in hindsight, but i was out of the house by 13:55 and off to Chai Chee by 14:00.

On the way, i saw the white-washed walls of Chai Chee estate and the elderly living there, sitting at the coffeeshops below, chatting among themselves.

And i was thinking, Are we leaving these pioneers behind in our drive for economic prosperity in the new economy today?

I should very much think so. While all i could think about was the latest gadget in digital life, how my University life was going to pan out and which friend should i ask to go Zouk tomorrow, my grandma was asking herself what should she do that day, and what should she buy for lunch and other more pertinent questions to live life.

and then i realised that my extended family has not met up for some time, due to estranged daughter-in-laws and multi-religious families. and I thought it was right to bring her to the doctor's as I had nothing to do that day at all after finishing Clarence's Dad's work.

You see, your decisions don't just affect you. And frankly, people are self-centred all over the world, be it Singapore, America, Europe, Cambodia, Pakistan. Many times, we feel that decisions we take, who we love, who we marry, who we argue with only affect 2 beings. But the repercussions are great and everything is interconnected.

Which is why I tend to keep my cynicism to myself and only express it when I'm with close friends.

And which is probably why those who think they know me well don't really know me at all.

And which is probably why I prefer to keep my distance from people sometimes, even though i probably learnt a great deal about relationships from the army.

Everyone has that bit of selfish gene inside them. It is unheard of for someone to be totally altruistic.

Just some rantings from a day at the hospital.

"Healthcare is so expensive in Singapore. It's $100 for a doctor and medication for a small eye problem"

"Doctors are cynical and very cold. They have to be. It's their job not to care too much because they will tend to suffer emotionally if they care too much for a patient"

"Microsoft Word is an interesting programme. Those who master it are few and far between indeed."

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Interesting SMSes from a friend's bf

I thought I may just post this, since I find it fucking hilarious

Him:
stop msging XXX rubbish and harrassing her. how many times she needs to ask you to fuck off?

ermm dude, has she asked me to fuck off? Don't remember, but I gladly will.

Looks like someone is in over his head in this situation. Good luck buddy. Hope you've changed for the better since... then.

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I thought this picture was pretty well taken. I think it's time to cut my hair again:) lol

I just feel... Empty

I had to blog this.

It has been like this ever since army started. I don't know why. I act happy all outside, etc etc etc, but really, i'm just very bored and very... frustrated with life as a human being.

I don't know what's the cause. Boredom? Lack of purpose? Lack of God (as all christians might say)? Lack of a fucking partner?

Whatever it is, I'm just bored and tired and drained of being in Singapore and living the Singaporean lifestyle and sick and tired of being a gentleman and acting like I care.

When actually I don't give a flying fuck.

Sometimes I just want to be Bruce Wayne, To all those hypocrites who stick around, smiling your fake ass smiles, and pretending to enjoy human interactions:

Fuck yourselves. Fuck off and leave me alone.

Fuck. Maybe being friends with your ex is seriously not a good idea. No wonder a lot of people don't really do that.

Or maybe it's just engineer life. In camp and everything.

Or maybe I'm just sick of smart ass shits. Or rich shits.

Whatever.

I'm just feeling full of angst and feeling that the whole wide world is fucked up.

So leave me alone.


lip
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Feed me, Fuck me, Shut the Fuck up

Now, boyfriends boyfriends.

You all don't know how lucky you all are.

It's always the same story, boy meets girl, boy looks at girl, girl looks at boy, sparks fly. *poof* a couple is formed.

Now, in ALMOST every single fucking relationship i've seen, the guy always never ever fails to give the girl crap.

Like real shit.

Maybe because i've been hearing too much of the girl's side of the story. Guys just don't talk that much after all.

Here are some of the crap that, as the male species, we always never fail to throw at our gals.

1) Get insanely jealous over small shits
You know the drill. Girl goes out without you, you're bored for awhile, start imagining crap, you actually like her (instead of just the sex), and suddenly, your mind is running out of control.

and every single little thing becomes a big blown up piece of shit.

like

gal: I was out wif Mich today and I saw Ian
you: so how was he in the sack?
gal: Huh?
you: you know, you obviously fucked him. How was he?
gal: Whatever, you piece of shit

*escalates*

It's almost always the same. You have a bad mood, and you, the motherfucker, take it out on the person closest to you.


2) She actually Gives A DAMN
I lost count of the number of times I've been turned down to drink/party/meet up/play pool/supper etc etc because...

"Oh. he's free that day"

Ok twits. Get it. The gal is not going out gallivating with some other guy when she has time. She actually gives a damn what the fuck you think. And how the fuck you feel, even if you're just some mother fucking twit who keeps on giving hell to her.

So please gentlemen, act civil and nice for once. And actually pay attention to her feelings. I had a friend who said once: "All guys want is the thrill of the chase".


A little over-arching to encompass *all* guys, but I give her the benefit. So guys, please please please, once you get going, give a little shit to what is actually happening will ya?

DISCLAIMER: I just felt indignant at being turned down for winebar by almost every single person I asked, albeight at a very short notice.

So I thought up cute little scenarios in my head.

I guess I'll always be the *gay best friend* category. *woot* But then, guys, when was I ever gay to begin with:)?


lip
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What criminal will I be?

My #1 result for the SelectSmart.com selector, What Kind of Criminal Are You?, is Sexually Obedient Serial Killer

WHAT THE FUCK IS A SEXUALLY OBEDIENT SERIAL KILLER?

Like i'll kill people and then pray for their deceased soul?

I rather be a

My #2 result for the SelectSmart.com selector, What Kind of Criminal Are You?, is Voodoo Murderer

I'm levoodoo after all:)

Then i'll commit suicide:) because i'm a voodoo murderer. geddit? geddit?


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i don't wanna get hurt - i just wanna hurt animals in an extremely unfair and one-sided way.

10 Surefire ways to lose your girl

Maybe not 10, but close enough. Here i'll just chronicle the best surefire ways to lose your girlfriend in very very easy steps.

1) Make her your whole existence
you heard me right. your gotta love her so much, you two are inseparable. 2000 SMSes a month? Not enough to profess your love. Make that 100'000 SMS. Call her every night to say "I love you". And listen to her breathe. That's right. Breaths can be the best thing to say I love you with. And fall asleep while chatting, because you want her to be the last thing you hear before you hit the deck.

2) Deny her her existence
Get jealous of her showing off her body in a bikini? Ban her from going to the beach. Or swimming. Or anywhere where there's remotely 1 guy who's going to look at her without your protective gaze. (of course, when you're with her, you are just going to look at her and not at her surroundings to "protect" her). Insist that she stays at home when you aren't free to be with her, and that she does not go out with other people at all. Girlfriends are okay, but WOE to her if she meets up with a guy while "out with the girls".

3) Do things together, all the time
She likes cross stitch? Take up cross stitch, so you can be with her at her place or yours and enjoy cross stitching together. She likes shopping? Be her shopping partner all the time. Know her bra size, vital statistics, favourite brands, favourite places to shop etc etc etc. Always look bored after the 123871245761724th time of entering the same shop and looking at the same piece of clothing she has in her closet but in a slightly darker shade of blue. Oh and, ogle every girl you can look at as well. It's your right.

4) Talk about ex-girlfriends and compare them with her.
Sally had bigger boobs, Mandy was the nympho and Candy really let you do whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted. So why can't you be the same as Kelly/Molly/Sandy?

5) You're the MAN!
When i say sex, i want sex. I'm the quintessential man. I get what I want, when I want it. Fuck be to you. And i'm so fucking great, i blow my trumpet all the time I am out with you, and belittle every single fucker who has graced your fucking existence since: THEY CAN'T COMPARE WITH ME! I'M THE BIGGEST AND THE GREATEST!

6) You're the Wimp!
Ditch the SNAG. It's Gay.

7) Shut the fuck up.
Don't ever communicate with her. Just grunt. Like

Her:"Honey, do you think this blouse is nice?"
You:*grunt*.
Her:"Where
would you like to eat?"
You:*grunt*

A grunt says that you're a manly man, not some wussy. Grunt more often during sex, and shut the fuck up afterwards. Don't even cuddle. You need to sleep.

*yawn* getting tired.

These are the ones that I could think just top of my head at the moment. I'm sorry, I really am. I was such an ass (now i realise)

*grunt*
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Barflies by Jon

Barfly:

He walks into a bar
With a briefcase full of sorrow
And a headful of bad memories
He doesnt need them anymore
But his heart won’t let them go
He fetches a stool
Makes like everything is cool
And starts drinking his gin

Chorus:

His life’s like this every day
Sin after goddamn sin
He knows his solitude
He’s used to this mood
He thinks the world doesn’t have a clue
But we do..
Cos you and I are barflies too

She walks into a bar
With a handbag full of tears
Her makeup is flaking
But she doesn’t care
Hides behind her double vodka
She slumps in a chair
Makes like everything’s okay
Her glass in her hand

Chorus:

Her life’s like this every day
Sin after goddamn sin
She knows his solitude
She’s used to this mood
She thinks the world doesn’t have a clue
But we do..
Cos you and I are barflies too

listen to it here .

My Band's songs are better i think, but applause on the lyrics.

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My marathon Finish. I was dead tired and almost dead:) I finished though. and that's all that matters 

Sapa with our guides and friends 

Women Driver Olympics

Check out fourth place.

this woman is awesome, I can't do this.



Or check out 2nd place.

This is even better. Policewoman somemore.



Check out the site itself for first place. Hilarious.

Thanks to mrbrown for this link:)


Oh and happy birthday bananabas.

lip
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Female Orgasm is DOWN TO GENES!

This is fucking hilarious.

The findings also suggest that women who orgasm easily may be satisfied with mates who are less skilled in bed.

Ok ladies, if you take longer than 20 minutes to orgasm while fingering youself, I'm the man for you.

One theory is that the orgasm promotes fertility. Past research shows women are slightly more likely to orgasm during periods of fertility and that sperm uptake is increased during orgasm.

"The other theory is that orgasm is a male-selection tool," said Professor Spector.

"If a man is considered powerful enough, strong enough, or thoughtful enough in bed or in the cave, then he's likely to hang around as a long-term partner and be a better bet for bringing up children."

Powerful, strong, thoughtful. Yeah that's me:)


lip
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