Parles Vous Francais?

ermz.. hell no..

i dont speak French.. except for the lady marmalade one ah..

Voule Vous Couche Avec Moi Ce Soir.. ;)

ok.. anyway.. i'm heading down to Paris for my first flight after 2 weeks of reservist..

damn.. i feel so lazy to go to work.. not that i hate it.. coz i do enjoy flying.. but itz just that i'm getting too used to be home everyday for the past couple of weeks.

i'm gonna be celebrating New Year in Paris.. i dunno how many times i mentioned that.. but yeah..

i dont look forward for this flight coz itz too darn cold now.. bought another thermal yesterday.. and i am gonna prepare myself with all things warm.. so that i could go out on the streets for the countdown..

for those who wished that they are in cold countries.. imagine this..

in Singapore, u can go to Orchard Rd or Marina or Esplanade or Sentosa or wherever u wanna go.. in ur t-shirts and jeans or shorts or bermudas or bikinis in Sentosa.. and do the countdown..

in Europe or States.. u'll be as covered as an Egyptian Mummy trying to shout out the countdown, shivering in cold, breathing cold air and trust me.. itz not as nice as it seems..

but having a countdown is better than not having any... the atmosphere is different.. and for that, i'll get some pics for u guys to see..

ok.. backtrackking time..

i completed my reservist on Tuesday.. was supposed to be in Clementi Station by 11am.. and i woke up at 11am..

damn.. why issit that whenever i need to wake up earlier, i could.. but 11am?

thatz not even close to be a morning..

procrastination.. dammit..

but itz ok.. therez no rush to it and i arrived at 12 noon and got my stuffs done anyway..

i had lunch at Macdonald's at Tampines Mart..

met up with my 2 guitarists, Yazid and Azil at Coffee Bean at Century Square..

had dinner at the halal food court there in Century Square.. and met my old friend from my NPP, Amran along the way.. he now got a few kids and his wife is already so wifey like.. unlike those days when i knew him before he got married.. his wife was still very petite and pretty.. thatz what kids do to you..

i bought a pair of Emporio Armani shades.. niceeeeeee... i likeeeeeeeee...



see? nice rite?

i met a friend of mine.. we call him Ayang.. and yepz.. itz a guy.. Ayang.. wahahaha..

ok.. anyway.. this fella was my close friend during National Service.. very humble guy.. always drunk.. but he treasures friendships.. so basically.. like the kinda fella that will die to save a friend kinda thing.. dunno.. i didnt have to die so basically that is yet to be tested..

we used to sit together to polish our boots in camp.. just a group of like 4 or 5 of us minding our own stuffs while the rest of the guys are bz playing pranks on other recruits..

we were teenagers then.. and itz a wonder what life brings..

i didnt know i would end up being a flight attendant..

i dont think he will know at that time that he will end up having 3 stints in the DRC..

i think after 3 times he should realise that itz enough and get on with life..

itz a wonder.. some of my friends who reads this blog are still in school.. look around you.. ur friends.. and urself.. wonder what will happen in 10 yrz time?

lemme recall my good friends in secondary school..

my best friend in sec school, Yasser.. was a freaking talented artist.. he could draw anything.. now works for a graphic artist for MTV..

Ramdzan.. was in love with the sea.. was in the NCC(Sea), canoeing, and swimming team.. became a salvage diver who dives to bring up ships that was being sunk during the Gulf War.. i met him several years back on my flight from Sydney..

Pragasam.. went to ITE and did machining.. and is now a machinist.. lol.. expected..

most of the fellas became police officers.. dunno why.. especially those who are really really really bad.. the bullies in school.. toyed with drugs and so on.. and they are good cops now..

one fella had always wanted to run his own business, now runs a food stall..

one that we thought is gay, got a girl pregnant and is married to her..

the fastest guy in class.. wins at almost every running event that he takes part in.. is a flat footer and therefore classified as unfit during National Service..

the most popular guy in school.. multi talented.. plays the drums (in fact, he was the first and only drum teacher that i had), lead guitarist.. damn.. should watch his guitar scaling.. and at 16, wrote a song for a rock band that became a Malay top hit for 5 weeks.. a good singer (won a Karaoke contest by singing a Cantonese song), good in his artwork.. seriously good.. captain for the soccer team, takraw, held the record that time for long jump and high jump in school, won the 100m and 400m races.. and is very good looking.. is now bald and fat and a police officer..

in fact.. he won the karaoke competition for the whole of Singapore Police Force in 2002..

the most popular girl in school.. and as how my brother put it was that, half of the guys in school had a crush on her, small, petite, long haired and very cute.. is now twice divorced..

her ex-bf, who was my classmate now is a teacher, father of 2 and happily married..

and one guy.. one of the popular ones also lah.. definitely more popular than me coz i went thru unnoticed for 4 yrz in school coz i was the ugliest boy there.. is now wanted by police for failing to go for urine test as he had been in and out of DRC and prison..

wonder how u and ur friends will end up?