leopard crawling towards my grenade.  

the Grinch and the Streaky Grinch.  

this is how cool, please. spot me! 

after twelve hours of solid digging we all felt like sinking into a hole in the ground, which is what we did.  

section 3 hard at work digging the fire trench. i think i'm the hopelessly inept one tickling the soil in the middle.  

scruffy cadets taking a break from trench digging. shit i look like i'm frantically hunting for food. see those biscuits? man i love them hahaha anything rocks compared to non-Muslim Pack No. 5  

just some photos from passing-out ceremony, about a month or so ago. i've only just had time to upload them now heh.

she's the most notorious sleeper you could ever find.  

maureen and i! this is a nice one 

GUARDS, hopefully. ;] 

our PC and his P! capt rudy's the best! 

HAHAHA JANIE LEONG I MISS YOU SO MUCH  

me and the fish.  

after the passing-out ceremony 

in the sierra wing project room checking my mail and trying in vain to log in to my miw account. as far as i know, it isn't working yet. three days into service term in OCS army and it's been okay so far. i've been ingesting too much chocolate too, which isn't exactly the best thing to be doing. i really can't wait for friday when i'll get to book out! haven't inhaled civilian air in ages and ages, haven't used any money save for buying a foolscap pad at the OCS gift shop, haven't been able to sleep on my bed in a long while. we had a 6km endurance run this morning which wasn't half bad save for the "stairway to heaven", a rather inappropriately-named flight of steps, the top of which you can't see from the bottom. anyway i almost perished there but luckily i didn't which is why i'm still typing this now. sometimes i wonder why i stayed in army haha GUARDS some more i'm just going to keel over and faint now hahaha.

after the run we had signals lecture. for an awfully long time, only breaking for lunch. hope i don't fail my signals prac on thurs! that's one vocation i'll never consider, immediately after WSO C3. well i guess it's better than sitting in a training shed, SBO and all, having technical handling lessons with the M203 or SAW or some other vaguely incomprehensible weapon. but that'll all be happening next week so i better enjoy my relatively sedentary lifestyle while it lasts. oh well.

walking towards sdba and hearing the faraway cheers and halting announcements through the speakers i thought everything seemed so familiar. the race programmes pinned up haphazardly on the makeshift notice boards, timings scrawled on them in black ink, surrounded by a bevy of people eager to know their school's latest standings (as well as their rivals' tallies). canoeists dressed in their school colours huddled round the stone pier intensely gazing at the start point a kilometre away, the unmistakable smell of banana boat sunblock permeating the air and of course jiao lian in his broad brimmed hat and (poseur) oakley shades. gardenia raisin loaf strewn around the heap of bags on the groundsheet (a faint reminder of army- the groundsheets i mean) together with the occasional bunch of bananas and glucolin peeking out of NTUC fairprice plastic bags.

one year since 9th sdba invitationals and everything's just the way it was. just that now there're new boats, new races, new canoeists. gone are the days where i'd scrutinise the race programmes and discover much to my chagrin (and amusement) that the hwachong pair (elin and hwee lin) were in my race again. somehow i kind of miss canoeing. competing. the lactic acid, the thrill of reaching the buoys first, even the sunblock stinging my eyes. the anticipation of the starting command and the elation of victory. it all seems so distant now. i'd love to race again. though right now it's so hard to commit to canoeing because of army and all that crap. but somehow i know i'll get through that and return to where i think i ought to be- in a k2, racing and ultimately, just hopefully even, winning.

after a week of fresh air and a brief hiatus from the regimentality of military life, i'm not looking forward to booking in tonight. back to sierra wing and all it stands for- turnouts, water parades, change parades, full battle order. undoubtedly, there will be good times too. OCS will be a new experience. on another note, i need to lose weight after piling on the pounds during the melbourne trip. i've rediscovered my predisposition to bread&butter puddings, profiteroles, chocolate cheesecakes and the like after brunetti's on lygon street and crown's amazing cafe greco. back to the life of an ascetic in OCS! the only indulgence i'll allow myself to will be six fruits per meal per day. hahaha.

seriously i wonder who's that funky ol' geezer who awarded me a Merit for three hours of random scribblings loosely based on economics. Must've overloaded on mince pies and gin and tonics during the x'mas period. God bless his soul!

happy with my results save for GP's B3. bloody hell! i think there's something suspect about the way in which the languages have been graded this year. for both the Os and the As. anyway no use kicking up a fuss about that right now. all that's left now is to wait for the US uni admission decisions. northwestern and duke, i'm waiting! penn's damn competitive but still crossing my fingers yup.

POP's in less than a week. after that, common leadership phase and i might be off to air wing in OCS, or staying firmly rooted in sierra wing. i'm still torn between Guards in Army and WSO (air defence artillery)in RSAF. not sure if i wanna chiong suah so much more hahahaha and the change parades and turn-outs oh man those really take the cake. it's been a good 9 weeks so far. haha.

+++
Now it seems to me
That you know just what to say
But words are only words
Can you show me something else

Can you swear to me
That you'll always be this way
Show me how you feel
More than ever baby

I don't wanna be lonely no more
I don't wanna have to pay for this
I don't want another lover at my door
It's just another heartache on my list

I don't wanna be angry no more
You know I could never stand for this
So when you tell me that you love me know for sure
I don't wanna be lonely anymore
Whoa, whoa, ho, oh whoa

Now it's hard for me
When my heart's still on the mend
Open up to me
Like you do your girlfriends

And you sing to me and it's hardly
Girl what you do to me is everything
Make me say anything just to get you back again
Why can't we just try

What if I was good to you
What if you were good to me
What if I could hold you till
I feel you move inside of me

What if it was paradise
And what if we were symphonies
What if I give all my life to
Find some way to stand beside you

I don't wanna be lonely anymore
+++

rob thomas \\ lonely no more

this is such a slack week, finally i get to book out for more than a day at a time! groan but without 5BX and other healthful pursuits, and the deluge of chinese new year goodies that i'm going to be stuffing myself with, i daresay i'll just die of fatness when i book in again on friday morning. so far life in Safti has been good- the weeks are starting to fly by. we mainly did individual field craft (IFC) last week and the days just sped by, quite unlike the first couple of weeks when time just seemed to drag on and on. it's my 5th week now- to think that POP is in about a month's time! and we just took off our lanyards three weeks ago. man.

i guess it's an entirely different lifestyle here, but one that i find myself adapting to more and more as the days go by. anyway i'm the cadet platoon commander for this week (please ma'am... this week ONLY) and oh sheesh haha i have to be on my toes all the time and scream like anything just to get everyone down on time. military life is fascinating- there're many stories and many experiences which i've gone through, from our platoon owing our instructors 610 (!!!!!) pushups for 61 mistakes during area cleaning inspection (one mistake = 10 pushups) (as of now we've repaid 460 of them, only have 150 to return phew) to being tekan-ed by merciless PTIs during SOC training. it's one hell of an experience- while girls our ages are blowing their money on makeup, we're scrutinizing the $3.50 tag on green and black camouflage cream at the SAFTI giftshop and wondering if we can get a better deal elsewhere.

changing parade just before initiation ceremony- where we were awakened at 4am by seniors and made to change from long four to pt kit to vest and slacks in ridiculously short periods of time. and of course field pack inspection, which included us emptying our packs in 1min15sec and repacking them in the same amount of time. and of course the inclined chin-ups and pushups everyday before every meal- which i must say has resulted in all of us showing tremendous improvement.

life's good here. save for the fact that my helmet presses unceasingly around my skull and when we're in full battle order the ET stick on the right of my field pack drums out a jaunty rhythm on my head with every step i take during the route march. and i'm just waiting for the day i can don a beret. if i stay in army, hopefully, a khaki one.

baby won't you tell me
why there is sadness in your eyes
i don't wanna say goodbye to you
love is one big illusion i should try to forget
but there is something left in my head

you're the one who set it up now you're the one to make it stop
i'm the one who's feeling lost right now
now you want me to forget every little thing you said
but there is something left in my head

i won't forget the way you're kissing
the feeling's so strong were lasting for so long
but i'm not the man your heart is missing
that's why you go away, i know

you were never satisfied no matter how i tried
now you wanna say goodbye to me
love is one big illusion i should try to forget
there is something left in my head

yes i know
i won't forget the way you're kissing
the feeling's so strong were lasting for so long
but i'm not the man your heart is missing
that's why you go away, i know

sitting here all alone in the middle of nowhere
don't know which way to go
there ain't so much to say now between us
there ain't so much for you
there ain't so much for me anymore

that's why you go away, i know

MLTR that's why you go away

HELLO I'M AT SAFTI MI LIBRARY NOW! oh man oh man this is awesome you don't know how to treasure swivel chairs and computers till you haven't seen them in a while! anyway i've got to fall in at 1500h so i really don't have much time now. hope everyone's having a great time, whether at school, work, training or whatever. life's not bad here- getting used to the military life. but oh gosh i simply abhor foot drills. they're just shit la. my 2.4 sucks now can i think i haven't run that sort of distance in like years- its either 10km long run or 1.5km. hahaha. my timing is 13.12min can die la. anyway i hope it'll improve soon.

oh those of you who'd like to see what safti MI is like, can come visit on 22nd Jan. but please submit your names and NRIC nos. to me via sms. I can only check my hp (non-camera, argh) at nights. the batt's been holding out pretty well so far.

they feed us too well here ugh think im expanding exponentially. i won't see the inside of a weights room for a long time to come (we don't have time to do other things besides our training schedule you see)and im scared to throw hand grenade cos i have sweaty palms hahaha!

seen a lot of ppl here. j4 canoeist cheng xun, national canoeist wing kuen, nj j4 canoeist daniel seng.. haha think i'll see more in the days to come!

okay my assistant platoon commander is peering at the screen as she ambles past. better go off now. 5minutes to fall in! haha. take care y'all. ;)

one last week of civilian life- then it's off to SAFTI MI for 10weeks of BMT. awesome. i can't wait. haha it's been strange telling people "hey i'm enlisting next week" because they all give me sorta puzzled looks. but i guess that's understandable. it hasn't been an easy decision to make- i've loved my time in The New Paper. some things i'll never forget, like the insane amounts of food at The Cage, Coyote3 and LotusNotes (weird computer programmes which the newspaper ppl are supposed to use), fretting over offstone times, the dreaded calls from night editors regarding finicky details of stories, counting cm of story length... man it's been fantastic. and of course the people- the interns, colleagues and supervisors.

the perennial question from us interns-
us (interns): "How long should this story be?"

the perennial answer from melvin singh-
melvin: "You should never ask a lady how old. You should never ask a guy how long."

erps.

man i'll miss it. newsy news. talking to weird divorcees. going down to yishun with deurbon chow and watching him perch precariously atop a bus stop bench just to get the perfect shot for my first byline. thanks man. my very first article. TNP office party with lotsa booze and potatoes. adeline and her kwon sang woo. my very long leisurely lunches with mag (luckily they pay us at a daily rate hahaha!).

its funny how you learn so much in a month. i think i've picked up more than when i was in school, which only goes to show what an utter waste of time math was in JC. hahaha.


***
how the hell did we wind up like this
why weren't we able
to see the signs that we missed
and try to turn the tables

i wish you'd unclench your fists
and unpack your suitcase
lately there's been too much of this
don't think it's too late

nothing's wrong
just as long as
you know that someday i will

someday, somehow
gonna make it alright but not right now
i know you're wondering when
(you're the only one who knows that)
someday, somehow
gonna make it alright but not right now
i know you're wondering when

well i hoped that since we're here anyway
we could end up saying
things we've always needed to say
so we could end up stringing

now the story's played out like this
just like a paperback novel
let's rewrite an ending that fits
instead of a hollywood horror

nothing's wrong
just as long as
you know that someday i will

someday, somehow
gonna make it alright but not right now
i know you're wondering when
(you're the only one who knows that)
someday, somehow
gonna make it alright but not right now
i know you're wondering when

nickelback [someday]
***
you really are the only one who knows that.
it'll be like this for a long time to come.

today is second byline day! "Novena Square: Still not in the pink of health". -yawn- encountered some nasty figures when we went about novena to get stuff for our article. everyone, please boycott the bubble tea store there. the uncle is one Nasty Nut.

my hair is intensely disgusting. i really ought to get something done about it soon. dropped by rjc bishan today following the Big Move! man the campus is enormous. mag and i found ourselves standing in the middle of the concourse wondering where all the space came from. it's really quite nice, and i gleefully spied the yong tau foo stall so maybe i'll go over for lunch one day.

anyway there was a sinfully rich chocolate cake from cedele bakery depot at the cage today, and i'm quite sure i'm slowly expanding as i type this. what decadence! there's always so much good stuff at the cage! it's crazy. i think i'm going to triple in size, which is really not what i'd intended to happen.

my legs are just going to drop off oh dear 10km everyday is really quite a startlingly new experience. First 3km round is very nice. 2nd one is entirely loathsome, especially the stupid gravel tracks. then i always have horrendous stitches so i'll stop to touch my toes. then i'll hear someone pounding up the boardwalk furiously behind me so i will then hurriedly scamper on in apparent agony because it really isn't good to be caught slacking. 3rd round i'm like resigned to my fate so i'll just potter on with a fake plastered grin on my face and wait for cheryl to overtake me (which seems to always be the case).

anyway in total i run like forty plus km a week so im quite happy with that. especially since i havent been running for all of five months and so my current condition could have been worse. at least it isn't That bad, heh heh.

you should let me love you
let me be the one to give you everything you want and need
baby good love and protection
make me your selection
show you the way love's supposed to be
baby you should let me love you, love you, love you

let me love you mario

OKAY EVERYONE PLEASE READ THE NEW PAPER TOMORROW (WED 22 DEC 2004) BECAUSE MY FIRST ARTICLE IS GOING TO BE PUBLISHED.

I THINK THE TITLE IS "BIKE TROUBLE IN THE NEIGHBOURHOOD".
OEI STOP YAWNING LA IT'S REALLY QUITE INTERESTING CAN. AND I HAD TO KEEP REWORKING IT SO THAT IT WASN'T TOO ERUDITE HAHAHAHAHA.

AFTER THAT YOU CAN TELL ME WHAT A MARVELOUS PIECE OF BULLSHIT IT WAS.
IF YOU REALLY DON'T LIKE IT PLEASE EMAIL ME AT fengyi@sph.com.sg
IF YOU REALLY LIKE IT PLEASE EMAIL ME AS WELL.

SORRY GAO SHANG COULDN'T DRAW ANY INSPIRATION FROM YOUR MARVELOUS ASSETS THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN OF USE IN MY STORY. NEXT TIME MAYBE.

yep uploaded some photos finally. not my entire collection cos i got fed up after trying both dotphoto and imagestation to no avail so i just posted them on my blog. click to enlarge yeah. (which is what gs will do to the pictures of herself in the hope that it will inflate her assets). anyway there's an assortment- mainly from farewell (mt.sinai & batch of '04) and gradnight. if you wanna catch me in a dress here's your chance so grab it with both hands and scroll down.

till the next time!

sending huilin (our hero) off to philippines for canoe c'ships.  

it's just a love-hate relationship here. but whatever it is, pal, i'll always be here so remember that.  

darling quan, me and gaya :) 

me quan jo mx and gayathrie pootie. 

my favorite hangout. yours too? 

these are the girl canoers.  

porn-star-turned-maniac 

sis' bday party and im so in love with lil orange girl she's just damn cute la.  

me sharon chiam alvintan 

prom king & queen (both well-deserved) 

raffles canoeing batch of '04. 

i smashed my nokia last night by throwing it onto the floor cos the buttons wouldn't work and in the process the lcd screen screwed up so im back to using my lagging ericsson. shit. its time to buy new phone anyway. but i cant decide between splurging on the nokia 7270 (utterly desirable i say) and waiting for it to debut in the singapore market or go the cheaper and more immediate route and get the panasonic x400 (functional, quite chio la, has a camera, ought to be good enough) which i can get at a low rate right now. or even the siemens sl65 (comes with free mp3 player hahahaha im a sucker for freebies) but i dont like the sliding mechanism im quite sure ill spoil it in no time at all.






ok maybe i cant wait anymore so ill just get the panasonic one and go buy stereo headphones with the money i coulda have spent on buying the pretty 7270.

anyway yesterday i walked the cityhall/ esplanade/ merlion/ fullerton/ rafflesplace/ boatquay/ clarkequay place a total of two times so that makes it three times this week i've walked there haha getting damn sian of the place already oh well. but not bad la i talked to three different people about very different things during the walks so that was quite cool.

the song that i recommend now is by ciara and missy elliot- 1,2 step. the music vid is pretty nice can check it out at yahoo.com. missy looks like an overstuffed teddy bear in the vid but ciara more than makes up for it man shes damn hot la come here now ciara i want you.

yep will be going off now blog sometime else argh back to work tmr and court case in the morning (not mine).

this thing right here
is lettin all the ladies know
what guys talk about
you know
the finer things in life
hahaha
check it out

ooh that dress so scandalous
and ya know another nigga couldn't handle it
see ya shakin that thang like who's da ish
with a look in ya eye so devilish

uh
ya like to dance at all the hip hop spots
and ya cruise to the crews like connect da dots
not just urban she likes the pop
cuz she was livin la vida loca

she had dumps like a truck truck truck
thighs like what what what
baby move your butt butt butt
uh
i think to sing it again
she had dumps like a truck truck truck
thighs like what what what
all night long
let me see that thong

i like it when the beat goes da na da na
baby make your booty go da na da na
girl i know you wanna show da na da na
that thong th thong thong thong
i like it when the beat goes da na da na
baby make your booty go da na da na
girl i know you wanna show da na da na
that thong th thong thong thong

that girl so scandalous
and i know another nigga couldn't handle it
and she shakin that thang like who's da ish
with a look in her eye so devilish

uh
she like to dance at all the hip hop spots
and she cruise to the crews like connect da dots
not just urban she likes the pop
cuz she was livin la vida loca

sisqo \the thong song

SAT II tmr and i haven't touched literature yet! and i do hope i don't screw up my essay for the Writing test. math Ic is freaking easy though so that's a relief. ugh. this is going to be one hell of a hectic weekend- SATs tmr, last-minute shopping for stupid grad night things, SAF OMS tea session on sunday and thereafter the dreaded(?) prom itself. okay maybe it isn't all that dreaded, just that i'll make it known here that i don't really fancy wearing dresses all that much but i shall do so just this once. man! aiyah should have done what gs said and crashed in my rubbish punk tank top and berms. anyway on monday i've got to hurry down for the Navy seminar so i won't even be able to enjoy the damned hotel. why does this always happen to me? College Day after post-nationals at Oriental and now this. oh this sucks.

my sister had her birthday party yesterday and I must admit that i had a Smashing Time with Ten Little Girls! especially the cute one in orange *grin. but i suppose you already know that Little Girls aren't exactly my type, though i know some people do fancy them quite a bit. You know who you are haha.

i've started kickboxing lessons. fantastic because martial arts are something i've always wanted to do- from wanting to take up taekwondo in p1 and getting a flat refusal from my mother until now when she can't say anything! ha. and it's not just those lame aerobic cardio kickboxing classes, it's muay thai kickboxing! man. it's a blast. although i had to use the putrid-smelling boxing gloves from the rack because i don't have my own yet. but yeah it's still awesome and i relish the adrenalin rush. it's better than... sex? ugh let's not go there. anyway yeah it's great and i'm gonna keep at it- it's just like canoeing, it kind of consumes you.

to my sms buddy: lets go watch pierce brosnan in after the sunset and im keeping my eyes peeled for suitable people for you! anyway im really not that horny larh believe me can. ah nevermind.

the As are finally over! but there's still SAT II, tons and tons of US uni apps to be completed... okay so now i'm like whatever la.

those of you who are about to say something vaguely damning about the Template,
SHUT UP.
hahaha. but i do hope i'm not being too morally objectionable. anyhows.

anyway, As are almost over (it's been a long time!) and so i feel damn free now until it's time to write the stupid berkeley and illinois essays. so actually i only have about 2 more hours of feeling relatively unfettered. oh and i don't know how to put in tagboard in this blog template so i've reverted back to the comments thing at the bottom of every post. and those of you who want to build big blazing bonfire to send those awful pediplanation/ monetary transmission mechanism/ 3d trigo (o horror of Horrors!) notes up in tongues of flame, Count me In. and we can all do Evans'/Prendy's Capital Jig(gles) while we watch ms law's hydrology notes sizzle in the fiery depths of Hell.

how to study for Econs S? I am going to spot 3 topics: (1) Alternative Theories of the Firm (2) Labour Market, and (3) Profit Maximisation, and read "Free to Choose" by Milton Friedman. (Un)curiously enough, "Free to Choose" has been the only credible Economics text i have laid my grimy paws on in the course of this year, besides weekly forays into "The Economist". Surely, Mr. Sowden will have a lot to say on the transparent paucity of my reading material (besides the fact that he doesn't seem to care one bit for Messrs. Friedman) but, in the words of Paul Pennyfeather, "God damn and blast them all to hell."

anyway, melissa, i'm very poor leh how. How? i Don't Know La.
---[So anyway **** you like me a not if you like me you must prove it and the way to do it is.. $$$$$$$ ( thanks )]
help me! Then i let my sister become Best Friends with you.


freaking old boybandish song but i just heard it and yeah...

baby i don't understand
just why we can't be lovers
things are gettin' out of hand
tryin' too much but baby we can't win

let it go
if you want me girl let me know
i am down on my knees
i can't take it anymore

it's tearing up my heart when i'm with you
but when we are apart i feel it too
and no matter what i do i feel the pain
with or without you

baby don't misunderstand
what i'm tryin' to tell ya
in the corner of my mind
baby it feels like we're running out of time

let it go
if you want me girl let me know
i am down on my knees
i can't take it anymore

this song really gets to me.

do y'know?
i wish you'd see that.

--- cause it's all in my head
i think about it over and over again
and i can’t keep picturing you with him
and it hurts so bad yeah
cause it’s on in my head
i think about it over and over again
i replay it over and over again
and i can’t take it yeah i can’t shake it
no

i can’t wait to see you
want to see if you still got that look in your eyes
that one you had for me before we said our goodbyes
and it’s a shame that we got to spend our time
being mad about the same things
over and over again
about the same things
over and over again

ohh
but i think she’s leaving
ooh man she’s leaving
i don’t know what else to do
i can’t go on not loving you

cause it's all in my head
i think about it over and over again
and i can’t keep picturing you with him
and it hurts so bad yeah
cause it’s on in my head
i think about it over and over again
i replay it over and over again
and i can’t take it yeah i can’t shake it
no

i remember the day you left
i remember the last breath you took right in front of me
when you said that you would leave
i was too damn stubborn to try to stop you or say anything
but i see clearly now and this choice i made keeps playing in my head
over and over again
playing my head
over and over again ---

over and over again nelly ft. tim mcgraw

i was on cable tv on friday evening! hahaha.

i think this is going to be one of the longest personal entries in a while. so treasure it till the next one. haha haven't blogged in so so so so long so i'll take a brief respite from the dreariness of agricultural geog and integration to type a little about my life.

friday was a curious experience! pretty cool one though. after the blah gp paper in the morning (As have started! ack.) i went to the ESPN starsports headquarters in lorong chuan to film an episode of football crazy with the bayern munich fan club. got adeline along HAHAHA and she said i never let on that it was a live tv filming session (apparently this is what i told her: adeline: ok, so it all began with my darling feng. she told me that there was an "exhibition" at espn hq in conjunction with the bayern munich fan club, and "jamie reeves was going to be there" and she asked me if i wanted to go. and since the hq's just 5 min walk from my house (tres cool eh!) i just decided to go.) well i can't partly remember whether i told her it was a studio session, but i vaguely remember being rather prone to circumlocution when she pressed me earlier on what it was for.

yes so anyway we headed to the ESPN hq where we had to sign some funny waiver so that our "names, appearances and likenesses" could be used for regional broadcasts on the channel. Imagine! my likeness on every television screen! hahaha. there was this lady called sharkey (what a name!) who briefed us on what to anticipate and we had to rehearse all the banter and questions and answers pre-show, which i thought was pretty contrived. But still. Anyway i was supposed to respond to a pre-sent SMS that went something along the lines of: "i think the reason why oliver kahn is such a good goalkeeper is because he looks so scary. With his scary face, strikers don't even dare to score!" well. when i first heard the statement i kinda thought the sender was of decidedly limited mental acuity, but yeah since oliver kahn is one of my favorite topics, i came up with a stupid two-liner about how his form had indeed deteriorated after WC2002 but i'd no doubt that he'd be back to his bulldog best in time to come. And adeline was supposed to add that she thought he looked scary anyway. there was still time before we went on air so we busied ourselves with free drinks from the dispensing machines and playing a rather unexciting game of table soccer (may i add, with a wadded-up kitchen towel procured from the pantry since there wasn't no ball in sight) which ended in a 1-1 draw courtesy of a last gasp goal from me.

then it was time to hit the airwaves of the region! i'd originally intended to hide at the back but sharkey made me sit in front (which wasn't that bad in itself, just that everytime the camera panned into view of the two hosts i appeared in full glory on the television screen since i was sitting next to them). there were 2 guests besides the hosts andy and collette, this aussie hunk called PJ roberts (man he's damn hot la. serious.) and our very own homegrown sheikh haikel, whom adeline later admitted she'd been dying to ask "did you really do drugs?" but she didn't in the end. darn.

anyway sheikh haikel, in testimony to his girth, kept eating throughout the show. and his impression of czech beauties he came across while hosting a modelling show was hilarious. the way they'd dissolve into giggles and swoons everytime he mentioned the name "milan baros", since that was the only thing remotely czech he could say to them. haha he's just damn funny la. even if he did do drugs. it was a blast being on air- even though we had to wear awful little party hats that made me look positively weirder than usual, and we had to cheer and sing some funny bayern jingles which i thought were rather corny. and everytime the camera would pan to the hosts i'd try to lean to one side to get out of its range, but the first few times i misjudged and leaned towards collette instead, and i'd realise and hurriedly jerk back out of sight. i think that happened several times, not very glamorous really. hahaha.

oh and then i got my 20seconds of individualised fame! after they showed a clip of oliver kahn in all his snarling glory and read out that sms. so i duly reprised the two lines above, after which the camera zoomed out again, which was a good thing because i thought i looked awfully pasty on screen. argh. pity bayern lost the night before to juve (cursed be you, del piero!) if not there might've been more things to say. football crazy also showed snippets from the '99/'00/'01 champions league (manchester united heartbreak and valencia joy) and then showed an earlier video the hosts dressed up in bavarian costume and displaying emotions in relation to bayern's fortunes. they did a funny bavarian jig which was pretty hilarious too haha.

anyway it was a very interesting experience indeed! being on tv, talking about my favorite topic in the world, albeit in stupid party hats and looking pasty. excellent way to destress from the horrors of the As. anyway back i go to work!