I can see your house from here.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
I went over to Ben's house the other day. He's the guy who went in SIM/UB but left halfway due to family business commitments. Right he's a fulltime chicken rice prince. I say prince because he will be chicken rice king one day. Anyways Ben owns a shitload of guitars. I popped over to his place the other day, played some string, tinkered with some pedals, and just talk cock. Got pretty damn bored after a while and decided to take some pictures.
This is my version of a family photo...
The white one in front is mine.
Then came the cowboy hat and the guitar strap with the bling attached to it.
Benster...
And you might want to close your eyes for this one...
ME!
Don't ask me how the hell I managed to pose like that, blame it on the cowboy hat.
Well after that whole ordeal, we went to meet up with KC, super power guitar tech and good friend of our's for supper. Spent the whole time talking cock at some kopi tiam at marina while KC was already pretty damn high. heheh.
I had IPP-BLOODY-T the next day.
WTF IS IPPT?
Well IPPT is essentially Individual Physical Proficiency Test, those of you who have gone through national service know what I mean. The army has been bugging me to take my IPPT for the pass year or so. I haven't been training, well at least on a regular basis. The last time I actually did some running was during Dec of last year. Anyways there's quite a penalty for failing the IPPT, sacrificing your weekends for remedial training aka. RT. You fail to show up for IPPT despite reminders fine money. LOL. I decided to just try my luck and see how it goes.
I couldn't really bother myself with the prospects of the monetary incentives. I just wanted to pass and be left alone. So I did mine at SAFRA. Might sound like it's damn easy doing a fitness test in a gym instead of an outdoor setting. But running on a threadmill at a fixed speed and incline is no damn joke. Plus it's damn demoralizing, some people just go there to mark attendance. To show that they have attempted the test. Situp, do 10, pullup, pull zero.
During the run some people even decided to leave halfway...
I did my best, it ain't a good result by far, but I'm happy.
ORD LOH!
Christopher.
This is my version of a family photo...
The white one in front is mine.
Then came the cowboy hat and the guitar strap with the bling attached to it.
Benster...
And you might want to close your eyes for this one...
ME!
Don't ask me how the hell I managed to pose like that, blame it on the cowboy hat.
Well after that whole ordeal, we went to meet up with KC, super power guitar tech and good friend of our's for supper. Spent the whole time talking cock at some kopi tiam at marina while KC was already pretty damn high. heheh.
I had IPP-BLOODY-T the next day.
WTF IS IPPT?
Well IPPT is essentially Individual Physical Proficiency Test, those of you who have gone through national service know what I mean. The army has been bugging me to take my IPPT for the pass year or so. I haven't been training, well at least on a regular basis. The last time I actually did some running was during Dec of last year. Anyways there's quite a penalty for failing the IPPT, sacrificing your weekends for remedial training aka. RT. You fail to show up for IPPT despite reminders fine money. LOL. I decided to just try my luck and see how it goes.
I couldn't really bother myself with the prospects of the monetary incentives. I just wanted to pass and be left alone. So I did mine at SAFRA. Might sound like it's damn easy doing a fitness test in a gym instead of an outdoor setting. But running on a threadmill at a fixed speed and incline is no damn joke. Plus it's damn demoralizing, some people just go there to mark attendance. To show that they have attempted the test. Situp, do 10, pullup, pull zero.
During the run some people even decided to leave halfway...
I did my best, it ain't a good result by far, but I'm happy.
ORD LOH!
Christopher.
