Applying make-up before work.
Singapore soldiers must not only fight good, but also look good. Good skincare is part of every serviceman’s responsibility. And having clean underwear too.Tweet
Corporal David Tan, Bravo Combat Team Platoon Seven runner says hi to his darling, Renee (mintia.blogspot.com).
Miyagi got a beer for this last night.
I can totally see a market for this blog. Platform for reservist shout-outs to their loved ones. Payment in beer.
Incidentally, this morning the men are moving out again, for 5 days 4 nights. Wish them well.Tweet
DON’T know where to dine? Check bloggers’ reviews.
I recently came across a guide to Singapore food in the Australian newspaper, The Age (www.theage.com.au) which asserted: “Singaporeans love eating. Anything, at any time.
“To get the best from Singapore eating, it’s advisable to break all the Australian rules. Head for shopping centres. Go to luxury hotels. Indulge in fast food. Look for buffets. And eat something strange.”
Read more at TODAYonline.
Canteen break. 2 bucks, Aussie, for a Mars bar, $1.50 for a beer.
Even reserbit in Australia also must have canteen break, the sacred and holy ritual of the Singapore soldier, Holy Knight of the Order of National Service. I wonder if they have Bee Hoon with Luncheon meat and Fishcake or not. That was a staple army canteen breakfast for me.
And I don’t see any Strip Mahjong arcade machines either. What kind of army canteen doesn’t have Strip Mahjong arcade machines!! No wonder people say Australia damn ulu leh.Tweet
After four days on exercise, Miyagi is back in civilisation. Meaning: got mobile signal. He is still in the boonies though. This is his message:
Queensland sun so hot, like that also can get sunburned.
Personally, I think he looks like a failed Sith Lord, Darth Helmet. The double-bladed light saber was just too long for this height-challenged Sith Apprentice.
Darth Helmet: Damn that tall Darth Maul for making that light saber model popular!Tweet
Bloggers channel their energy to charity â€“ after trademark debate, of course
While blogger meet-ups in themselves aren’t unusual, getting together for a cause is a less frequent affair, given the disparate nature of bloggers’ “day” jobs.
This group runs an online forum which regularly breaks their Google host’s bandwidth limits because of the sheer volume of text they exchange. This month, they’ve decided to harness their restless energy for a cause.
Read more at TODAYonline.
What many do not realise is that Miyagi is also very good at writing love stories.
So I shall attempt to write a love story too.
Zapped!: Love Amongst the Photocopier Machines
Her lips said she didn’t want to see me anymore. But her eyes told me something else. I could tell from the way her pupils dilated, that her eyeballs were saying “Stay, please!”
Even the court order she took out on me was probably on impulse. Because I know she wanted me from Day One. The way I wanted her. We were two MRT trains passing each other in the night, exchanging passengers at Lovers Place Interchange.
I remember when we first met. She was photocopying notes at the Uni photocopying machines. I asked her if the one next to hers was taken, and she said, “Er, no.”
She had me at “Er, no”.
It was not the kind of thing you said to someone you had no feelings for. When you have seen unrequited love as many times as I have, you can tell the difference.
In the din of the photocopying machines photocopying, and the smell of ammonia invading every student’s nostrils and lungs, a love was born.
A love that was an original like the one on the platen glass of a copier, and not a copy that was spit out on the paper tray. A love that happened when two hearts were zapped with the Toner of Passion. A Double-sided love.
But even the greatest love story has its speed bumps. And ours was no different. She needed space.
Sure, I can understand. It was probably a little possessive of me to be following her home and everywhere on campus. Attending her lectures even though I was from a different faculty was also probably a little overwhelming for her.
And calling her handphone number, which I went through a lot of trouble to find, every ten minutes, was probably stifling her as a person.
But we were an item, dammit! We even went on a date!
Kind of a date. I followed her to the nearby MacDonald’s and sat at the table next to hers. And we had a lovely dinner under the same roof. Three burgers (I was hungry), two tables, one united soul.
I shall give her the space she wants tonight. I won’t even call her. That’s the kind of love we have. Where you don’t need to talk and yet you know what the other person is thinking. I shall be content to sleep with a photo I took of her back with my mobile phone, in the lecture theatre, when she was not looking.
She has such nice hair. Tomorrow I shall make her some soft toys. Two teddy bears. One will have a photo of her face on it. And the other one will have mine.
The court order never said I couldn’t give her gifts, right?
I kiss her photo and go to sleep. The course of True Love nair did run smooth.
“There are no power points here and the mobile signal is intermittent. So I have to turn off my phone to save power. There are no bunks here, and we’re all staying in tents. Okgottago, mobilebatteryispreciousbyebye.” said Miyagi to me last night.
Three weeks in an Aussie desert, a battalion of Singapore soldiers with mobile phones without any mobile signal and no way to charge their batteries. I am surprised there isn’t already some kind of reservist uprising.
“MO sir, I dunno why leh, my hand shaking and I feel weak and faint. Maybe I need to MC or downgrade, you think? Ever since I found out I cannot sms or call my girlfriend/wife/children for three weeks, I have been feeling sick. No handphone liddat how I tell them to help me buy 4D and Toto?”
And can you imagine how difficult it would be for the I/C to gather the men who have gone for canteen break?
Oh wait. Desert has no army canteen. Not even that mobile canteen van driven by this uncle who always seems to know where to find our soldiers in the Singapore exercise areas.
What da heow?Tweet
G’day mates! This is mrbrown! Yes! I am guest blogging on this blog (my first time guest blogging anywhere).
Since Mr Miyagi is serving his country Down Under and getting close and personal with some randy kangeroos (listen to our latest podcast to find out more), the burden of updating this blog has fallen upon my slim shoulders.
For today’s post, I shall post like Miyagi…
Nabeh by golly you pay me to blog one ah? What the heow?
Thank you. Tune in tomorrow for more Miyagi by brown.Tweet