Uploading of Chalet Photos

[Tuesday, 02 January, 2007]

Upon returning home from the chalet, my brother’s computer with the card reader was occupied throughout until the next day.

Due to the fact that my camera’s memory card capacity was small, I had used my mobile phone to take photos during the chalet as well. The switching of devices caused the flow of the event to be unorganised after uploading both to the harddisk. I had to sort them out before naming the photos in sequences.

At first, I realised the photos of the phone was dated accordingly to GMT 0 and that gave me a headache for I had to add eight hours to compare the lining up of the photos. Then, I realised after recharging the batteries on the second day, I had forgotten to set the time for the camera back after it automatically reset.

I had a very tough time arranging the photos, which was also more tedious than usual.

When I tried to upload them, the large filesize caused several termination of the process, which resulted wastage of time. Finally when everything was done, I realised the downloading speed was very inconsistent.

I repeated the same process into a second webhost and finally to a third webhost.

As I was editing the photos for my blog, I realised I made a small mistake in the organising of the third day’s folder.

Been Wrong All These Years

I don’t know exactly why but I’m losing my confidence once again since end of last year. I’m totally disgusted with my judgements sometimes and at times I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m stubborn in a stupid way which causes problems to me and nobody ever recognises my efforts.

Perhaps, one of the main reasons to the depression is when I try to treat someone well everything turns out to be a waste or even a disgusting act. I’m afraid of being rejected. It’s directly stopping me from doing things such that I dare not even offer my help sometimes.

I discover big problems with my life. If you know me well enough, you should know that I’m very easygoing in a wrong way that I don’t like to decide on anything or perhaps can’t decide at all – some people call this indecisive. I don’t know the number of people I have freaked out. I probably seem weak to most people – yes, I’m a nothing till now.

Am I being wrong all these years? How am I going to survive in this world with my thinking? Is honesty, devotion and suffer in silence enough to fill the stomach?

Everyone has eventually grown mature but I’m still not moving on with my life. I’m seriously deprived of skill, knowledge, self-esteem, confidence and even enthusiasm.

I’m no longer as noisy as in the past and I have lost every single interest to complete with others; and I know well that without competition, it leads to no improvement and that is why I’m lagging behind. I feel so inferior to everyone.

I have lost so much over the years, and even myself. Every single reflection I do I don’t make it a point to correct them.

Countdown and End of Chalet

[Monday, 01 January, 2007]

The countdown began and we started playing sparkles but as usual, I was taping down the happy memory and thus did not join in the fun. It was too bad I did not become a commentator for my throat feeling unwell. They had some dangerous games like throwing the sparkles into the tree branches and everyone seemed to have enjoyed themselves greatly.

We continued with the game to finish up the fried rice but switched to playing of dice and drinking up. There was a refrain for myself from drinking but somehow I did not want to spoil the fun or perhaps, I was not in good mood.

Khong Wee, Kailun, Junxian, Pamela

Breaks during the Murderer game

Since Junrong was besides me and he had strongly forbidden himself from drinking, I took a glass of mixed alcohol in his place, which was very saturated. I realised I turn red soon for pouring it into my throat within a second. It got boring soon and we started playing Murderer. Some brilliants suggested going back to play inside the room and finally got everyone more comfortable. Eventually the air conditioner played a prank on us.

Twister affairs

Felix and Pamela

Outing at Old Changi Hospital

The internal

Pharmacy?

It was as late as four plus in the morning, we decided to visit the Old Changi Hospital. It was my first visit to that place and I did not expect it to be so near to our terrace house. Since it was a tourist’s attraction, there was no fear with so many strangers around and we basically banged into another group every few steps we took. Some people had even lighted candles around. In the end, we walked down towards the old commando camp and finally back to the chalet.

Twister again

Huimin

Everyone was waiting for the bathrooms while I kept myself occupied with the show “The Ghost and the Darkness”. I was waiting for the ghost to appear but the extremely smart lions were taking his place instead. During commercial breaks, I went to the back to play with the cat. At first he was behaving well and stayed near the drain but at my next visit, he followed me into the house. I managed to fool him out of the house before Huimin ranted at me for the second time.

Hardworking Huimin

Khong Wee and Pamela late at night

After I finished bathing, Pamela was still chatting with Khong Wee while Huimin did her calculation for the money spent. Then, I realised the amount food was quite well planned, unlike my own chalet that I wasted so much food. In the end, Khong Wee, Pamela and I shared the queen size bed while Huimin went up to the girls’ room.

Leaving the place

Rabbit aka Joceyln on the bus

It was around 10am when I regained conscious. Since they had packed up most of the stuffs before going to bed, checking out went smoothly. We took bus 29 to Tampiness and had our breakfast at the food court before boarding the train.

It was the beginning of a new year, but I did not feel good somehow.

Barbecue

[Sunday, 31 December, 2006]

Twister game

Wileen and princess

The evening

Wileen and Pamela

BBQ

Shujian and Wileen

A more official photo

Eating

Pretty Zhu

Alvin Cheong and Mrs Ng arrived after 8pm. I was actually quite confused over the invitation of people but it seemed to be a miracle that both of them had turned up. During the first night when I asked the guys if Mrs Ng was coming, they answered that she would be coming on the second day for barbeque; however, a different story of she not coming due to the long journey was said on just hours ago. As for Alvin, I was not sure if all the juniors welcomed him for they did not really know him. I was not sure which seniors were actually invited but at least I did my part to inform Bianhong and Zhirong. I was still feeling so remorseful about the negligence of failure to inform Zhirong about Mr Ng’s death.

Cup on fire

More

Drinkers and drunkards

Volleyball playing was crap with the deflated ball and the irritating corn on the wrist. I was basically sitting alone most of the time and at times, entertaining myself with my phone’s games. I actually felt quite odd out somehow because they were in their groups – the guys with Bianhong and the girls with Junrong. I could have gotten some isolation disease and that explained the rubbish; somehow, I had lost my confidence to communicate. Food was served to me by the guys and especially Bianhong. I had some video taking of Bianhong teaching the junior guys lighting fire on top of the alcohol and bottoming up.

Raping

The fun

Wileen modelling

Mirror job

A proper potrial

Drunk

Pamela tai tai and her rashes

Photos

As it started to drizzle, we packed up quickly and went into the house. The junior guys went upside and we got Wileen into the room for great plans. The singing and jeering were fun. I was quite impressed with Junxian’s craps. We tried to play “true or dare” but Pamela and Shujian were not sporting enough. Finally, I realised Shujian would never confess to Wileen no matter what good opportunity we had given them.

Gathering

Wileen

Wileen, Pamela and me

We tried to call the rest of the girls up to the air-conditioned room to play together but they were indulging into their own poker game outside when the rain had stopped. Khong Wee got quite pissed off at first but we soon came to an alias to gather outside.

Group picture without Bianhong

After photo

Eat-the-rice game

Hungry!

Mrs Ng and Alvin were leaving after eleven and we got together to take a group picture but Bianhong refused to join in. It was never a picture completed then. After that, we gathered around the table to play game in order to finish up the fried rice.

Preparation for Barbecue

Huimin was the most sporting person who would always pose for pictures

Starting the fire

Spying the Sai family

Still waiting for food

Arrival of his previous one

Playing game

Still playing…

The girls

They weren’t smiling at Shujian’s quietness

Eating the fried rice

[Sunday, 31 December, 2006]

After the long cycling

My pretty and gorgeous princess

It’s all about Huimin

Pig does her work

Fenghui doing work by keeping the bicycles

After the early morning cycling, queuing up for bathing was a problem when there were only two bathrooms for over ten people.

Caught in action – Bianhong and Pamela

Stolen bed

The junior guys were up in their room playing wrestling that caused noises. Huimin and Pamela came into the seniors’ room to squeeze into our queen size bed together with Bianhong and Junrong. All of them except Junrong wanted to chat but ended up dozing off. Bianhong started making lots of noises and even tossed around, and thus I decided to leave the room and slept on the sofas.

Around two hours later, I tried to wake Bianhong up for his work but it was helpless. After some time, I saw a space on the bed and quickly hopped onto it. However, princess came in to ask me out with the rest getting ready to return the bicycles. All of them left soon and I was the only one waiting for Pamela who claimed that her butts were so pain that she could not cycle at all. After mocking at her for Junrong was riding her throughout the trip to East Coast Park that she should be perfectly alright, I asked her to wait Bianhong up to do it in her place. Nevertheless, Bianhong could not be waked up. I tried to cycle with one hand while holding to her bicycle but my skill was not up to it. Alas, I walked down with her but halfway, I decided to cycle over first before walking back to help her push her bicycle.

Upon my second arrival outside the bicycle shop with Pamela, everyone had bought their breakfasts and was ready to leave. I felt they were lacking of a leader who could account for everyone and thus would not neglect anyone. However, it was so sweet that the junior guys waited for both of us to get our breakfasts before returning. I bought “Shui Guo” to share with the “sleeping beauty” Bianhong while Pamela got a piece of small pancake.

After breakfast, most of them were off to bed except for Pamela, Junrong and Bianhong who wanted to catch a movie at Tampiness. They asked me along but the long lonely journey on bus 29 the night before was giving me a phobia. So, I continued my wonder sleep finally on the comfortable bed.

Preparation for the great work

Working?

Washing

Terrorizing the can

Cooking

Luncheon meat

Chicken wings

Afternoon, I woke up to see some of them preparing food. They cooked the plain rice and used it for frying fried rice immediately. The openin
g of the luncheon meat can was a hassle for nobody knew how to use the can opener. Yuting started using the chopper and made a mess out of the can. With similar experiences while helping my mum in the past, I was able to solve their problems.

Khong Wee, Shujian and Huimin were doing most of the work at kitchen and I joined in later to stir the fried rice, giving up my job as photographer. I supposed it was my only advantage that I was stupid to continue stirring the rice even when I was tired. There was lots of rice and the worst thing was that nobody knew how much ingredients to add and Shujian poured in little salt and sour each time; there was even second round of addition of eggs. Basically, I stirred for very long.

After the kitchen was cleared, everyone was like clearing away from it, leaving mess around. I was very disappointed to hear comments like “The cleaning up should be left for others” and “So they just left like that?”. I did not mind washing up everything but the corn on my wrist was at a bad condition already.

Huimin did the washing up of the kitchen and I stayed there to get ready to render any help. In the end, when I carried the wok over to the sink, it appeared that I was fooled to do the finishing job, which was so silly. Scrubbing off the burnt eggs from the wok was difficult and since the knife did not belong to anyone of us, I risked losing its sharpness by using it to scrub the food off. Then, princess’ parents arrived and saw me in my awkward task.

Huimin was the most sporting person who would always pose for pictures

Starting the fire

Spying the Sai family

Still waiting for food

Everyone pushed Shujian to start the fire while he was anxiety waiting for the arrival of Wileen. I knew the importance of taking down memories and therefore I did not want to dirty my hands. They seriously made a mess out of the charcoals but with the aids of solid fuel, it did not matter at all. I was quite worried about the usage of solid fuel for the poison and hence I did not use them despite bringing over to my birthday chalet, but somehow it was the best way to get the fire started.

Arrival of his previous one

The best entertainment was the waiting for Wileen’s arrival. We called out to Shujian for any cab passing by. It was funny to see him appear panic. Perhaps, I was more excited than him as I held the camera to prepare for any action as soon as possible. Upon she stepped out of the cab, I gave a snap but too bad Shujian was moving his head. He did not cherish his chance to behave like a gentleman to offer her drinks. I was not sure about their relationship after so many years but it would really be so devoted of him if he really liked her for so long.

Playing game

Still playing…

The girls

They weren’t smiling at Shujian’s quietness

Eating the fried rice

They began playing a card game which required fast reaction and I did not join in for I was holding the camera again and was glad that I managed to record down the ending of the game. I supposed it would be very good memorial for all of them.

King of the House

In less than twenty-four hours’ time, my mum and elder brother would be leaving for Genting, whereas my younger brother is in camp. I will be enjoying my freedom in the house and do whatever I like.

However, the main task is to pack up my house since I no longer need to worry if anyone will just walk around to hinder me, neither I like being questioned for taking such initiative while I am doing the work. This is far too good a rare chance.

The big problems I will be facing are my work which is not very standard, and also my back problem which will activate soon after a short while of bending to pack anything; lastly, I have to settle for my own meals.

Any kind soul will like to help me with clearing up of the messing house and also settle my meals?

The Enjoyable Cycling Trip

[Sunday, 31 December, 2006]

Tai tai and princess.

The bicycles (was just testing the lighting without flash).

It’s so tiring to bend down for her.

What’s up? I don’t know.

Pretty photographer at work.

But she’s fierce!

Full of love.

A peek into the air port through the gate of the emergency exit.

The fit ones.

Group picture.

In the second day of the chalet, we were still at Changi Coast Road. There was a pause where we rested our legs and butts while viewing the aeroplanes and taking pictures. We did not stop for long before continuing with the journey where I had my island wide driving after passing my SAF class 4 test.

Bianhong said he would be the last man in the convoy but it ended up that he always cycled in front and thus I became the angel most of the time. At times when I overtook them, I always looked back to see if Junrong could keep up with us for he was carrying Pamela with him.

After that, we turned into East Coast Park in the cooling weather and after passing the holiday resort, my cold feet started to cramp. I regretted not wearing shoes. I managed to continue the journey with the hurting toe so amazingly until I swung my camera too hard that the unlocked battery cover came loose.

The whitened Huimin and her charm.

Resting at the jetty.

The scenery.

Admiring her own work.

The travelling.

Bianhong stopped by to wait for me and both of us soon raced up to catch the rest. We stopped at a jetty. At around the food centre, Yuting and princess went in separate route from the rest and I followed them. It was fun bullying them and taking pictures.

The bicycle flagged for the cab and both Pamela and Bianhong were kidnapped.

Bianhong was waiting for us in front and then the four of us finally reached the MacDonald’s to meet up with the rest. Then, Bianhong and I went to grab some bites. We were in the counter where the prettiest staff was at and we were so indecisive. Finally, I bought a filet-o-fish meal despite my throat discomfort. Gin Seng was the best guy this time as he went outside to count the number of bicycles and I could rest my mind with that.

The shagged faces.

Before we set off, Bianhong decided to take a cab and Pamela joined in and they managed to slot one of the bicycles into the back of the cab. There was a nearby place showing the current soccer match of Arsenal versus Sheffield United and the guys except John stayed behind. So, there left Junrong, Fenghui, John, Yuting, Huimin, princess and I travelling back.

Before I almost fell, off balanced on the bicycle and took this picture accidentally.

Return trip. All these were dangerously taken when I was cycling on one hand.

Fenghui was the fittest girl and she could easily lead the way with Junrong, whereas the other girls were dead beat. Along the way, I tried to motivate them to persist on. When I told Huimin we would be leaving her behind all by herself and she smartly replied, “你们舍得吗?” and I was quite lost. Then, I tried it on Yuting before the end of the East Coast Park and then I gradually increased my speed to maintain a distance with her and it seemed to work.

Up the higher ground near SAF Ferry Terminal.

The great one pushed the bicycle on the slope near Netheravon Road.

Towards Changi Coast Road, I was never as energetic as before and thus did not stand up as often to rest my butts. In the end, my butts were painful like the rest of them. I still continued to crap around and cycled by some of their sides whenever the road was cleared.
Eventually Junrong, Fenghui and John were gone after the road. Then, I started to feel pressured for the safety of the remaining three girls was in my hands. Whenever we passed by those night owls along the Changi Beach Road, I stayed very alert and listened for whistles of those desperadoes, which was heard earlier at East Coast Park.

It was a beautiful morning somehow.

Happy New Year Everyone

I am sorry for not able to reply everyone’s New Year greeting. I was at chalet at that time and when I got home I got very sick.

I see it is stupid to reply everyone so late then.

As usual, I will summarize my year 2006 but since I have many outdated blogs like the chalet and even the summary about my army life to finish up; I guess this will take some times.

Till then, happy belated New Year to everyone!

Lonely star

Seriously, I cannot take it that my girlfriend has brought her friends Christmas presents and does not even give me a sweet. I cannot accept the fact that my girlfriend has deceived her parents for the sake of going out with a guy who she will be seeing almost daily in school; and worst still, just two days before she goes overseas for holidays, and we do not get to meet up. I cannot foresee the future with a girlfriend who simply tells me she will be meeting me the next days but gives me a red light when the days arrive; minor things do pile up to be a hassle.

At least I know clearly I am not the only person you would lie for and I need not be guilty anymore. How about your love? I am sorry but I have begun to doubt so much. Is it some kind of attention you are seeking that you can get from just any guy?

Perhaps love requires too much maturity that even I am too childish for it.

Let me grow old alone.