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Thursday, November 10, 2005
ATTN: Cassandra
first of all i must apologise for hacking your email and msn account. i figured that you have the same passwords and this is the only way to get your attention since you didn’t reply to all my mails. i must also stress that i didn’t mean any harm. i just want to be your friend. i only have one request – to meet you once. maybe coffee? don’t worry it would be in a open public area maybe in town. when you meet me i promise you will get your email and msn and blog back. email me at vincentliaw21@yahoo.com. hope to hear from you. (just meet me once, and if you never want to see me again i promise i will not bother u.)
posted by PpG at 3:54 PM
It’s never too good to be pretty. Poor Lan 姐 …
How desperate this guy can get. Luckily he’s not a gay. It’s not cool at all.
Saturday morning
I must thank Anqi and Haohao for accompanying me on yesterday very early morning.
Anqi is the only girl who will go out with me just to help me pick and buy stuffs for my female friends’ birthdays. I don’t know what will happen after her ‘A’ level examinations; will I have a friend who will really keep me accompanied or will she meet out with other friends everyday to celebrate?
Which other girl is willing to spend time with me? I seem to have two horns on my head, or perhaps the Death Star shines on me. Who else will tell me after my hours of useless craps – “I know you’re not that shallow”?
It was that morning my brain was almost numb. I wanted to find a chat-mate and since I had passed by her place, I approached her but I didn’t say many things. It wasn’t the effects of the alcohol, I was just clueless.
I watched the siblings talked, witnessed how funny they were with all the arguments over the titbits to buy. Once again, I felt the pace of my life lagging behind so much. Just in a few more years’ time, Haohao would be doing better than me.
It seemed that when I was alone, I had more things in mind, which I wanted to pour out to somebody – anyone. That morning when I left for home, everything flashed back to my mind again.
The finest NS life
Going for volleyball training three times per week and you don’t have to book in. You spend the rest of the time at home resting or studying. You need not sign any off pass to go for physiotherapy and you can jolly well start to recover since you need not carry things that would worsen your back.
Life’s so good and I dream on.
The skirt
Everytime when I’m inside the train, there’re so many couples and the girls are babes.
This day when I turned left, there was a more than average looking Chinese girl with her boyfriend; when I turned right, this sporty girl melted my heart. She was gorgeous with tall and slim body. She was wearing a skirt which looked like shorts, a top with short sleeves and a face with seductiveness; she might be a netball, hockey or squash player. Her stylishness was the biggest attraction, drawing admiring eyes at her.
Girls with good complexion and skin are so charming, especially with a nice pair of legs, which I’ve never ever noticed until these few months.
This guy laid his head on her shoulder. Nah he’s not a cute but lucky boy.
After range
I noticed some changes upon returning from range on Wednesday night.
Firstly, when I switched on the newly reformatted computer, there was error. I had to restart it a few times and upon success, I saw the Half-life game’s shortcuts. I knew the installation of the game was the cause of the problems. I wanted to maintain a clean registry but it seemed impossible already.
Secondly, one of the three pairs of shoes I washed before range had gone missing. After some time, I realised they were on the floor with socks tucked in. Someone had obviously wore them. That was my only pair of indoor shoes and also the only pair of shoes that was suitable to play volleyball. The other pair of Mizuno shoes was kind of worn out and they were just like shoes made of thin rubber on the bottom. Whereas the Brooks ones weren’t good for moving about.
Lastly, I saw a cage on the floor with some vegetables. It was only a day after, that I noticed another cage near the door. There were two rabbits inside. At first I thought my younger brother had bought them in order to replace his passed-away-months-ago one, but I figured out that the new pair of rabbits were bought by my elder brother’s girlfriend.
Range
Range is good if you’ve a group of friends with you. There’ll be entertainments like jokes and unexpectedness. Together, you chat and laze around to enjoy moments of slackness. Sometimes, it’s just good to be in the outfield. Even when picking up the empty cartridges, you can have lots of fun.
Of course, there’re lots of demerits as well. If you can’t be a sharp-shooter, it’s pointless to go. You’ll be missing your internet and bed for days. When you think you can finally rest well in camp since you don’t have a computer to work on, you realise you don’t really have the time to.
I did get annoyed when everyone tried to stuff their stuffs into my poor bag. I got this fear that it might break anytime and I didn’t want to waste any money getting a new one. And the fact that it became so heavy added burden to my back and legs injuries, and the bulkiness limited my movement. Nobody seemed to be considerate. Apart from this, I was always being asked to take out and put back stuffs, which seemed that I was being taken granted of.
The condition of the place was so bad that there were only benches to lean or sit on, torturing backs to a level that I almost couldn’t endure. Then I had no choice but to lie on the bench on the last day. The only thing I could do was to curse the doctor and pray for his future child to suffer the same fate so that he knew how cruel he had been.
It was boring life after all. I planned to write a lot but my back didn’t permit me. The noises and the open space killed my creativity. It was good chance to catch up with all the nice people but I persisted on to my writing. Then I dozed off.
I sighed for my lost of two hundreds bucks.
Another bad day
Today was a freaking bad day.
Having sleep for only two hours, I went back to the office because Yuqing and Kwang Han didn’t want to rest anymore. They stayed in camp overnight while I rushed home before midnight, thus they had more sleep. I supposed we deserve a morning range rest but we didn’t ask Shep anything.
I was surprised to see even the FFR cables were left lying around and when Chen De asked me to keep them in the temporary store room, I had more visitors. Having such a bad backache, I still helped to carry the chairs for the officer cadets when they needed it and I wondered so much of my stupidity for my voluntarily. Timetable was cocked up by Mr Tommy as usual and I had to wait for Ivan to come back from duty clerk rest before we worked on to rearrange the classrooms.
I answered Shep’s call and she was “surprised” that I didn’t report sick for the day. Since I’d gotten used to being misunderstood in the army, I didn’t care much about how she really doubted my integrity, but it was really unfair to me even if she was just joking. The fact was that Tze Siang was the only one who reported sick after the bloody range.
Into the afternoon, didn’t finish my lunch due to stomach uncomfortable. I started doing my work at the TRMS office, where cold sweat dripped. It was amazingly quiet for most of the people weren’t around except for Ivan and Shep. I tried to finish off my stuffs fast in case people might accuse me of “eating snake”, but the harder I tried, the more errors I got. Before I left the war zone, I realised Shep mean that off pass must be signed before ten in the morning everyday and not just for the last day.
The worst came in the evening when I noticed Mike hadn’t returned the keys for one of the rooms as usual. I called him and he promised to get back to me soon as he had told his trainee to do it for him earlier on. While waiting for the call anxiously, I received other calls, and I was informed that I was put into the guard duty list. The army was torturing me when my back was giving me enough problems and I knew the inhuman MO wouldn’t help me at all.
Mike called back and I knew I had to inform Shep about the keys even though he promised he would take responsibility for anything lost and I assumed it was no big deal after all. When I called Shep, she lectured me for not letting Staff Quek to settle it. She just gave me this idea that I needed not report to her for anything anymore. I was quite lost. Ever since Staff Quek came, we worked under his command and had less contact with Shep, such that she thought we were slacking.
I waited on for the last key surprisingly. Kim Hock didn’t inform me of them having overtime duty but I assumed they were still working overtime. I could have left earlier but this shitty day I waited until around six, one of the Lectora guys came to return the key, saying that he had been searching for his camp pass in the room.
I quickly left for the DO room after that and realised the TRMS office keys were still at the admin office. I didn’t rush over since the bus was already coming. I prayed hard for the staffs to come over soon but only until around twenty minutes later, Raymond and Alex arrived.
When we reached the bus-stop, I realised I had forgotten to bring along the box of instant noodle Rick helped me to buy from Taiwan. It wasn’t safe at all to keep them in the camp since there were rats and I was so fed up with people asking me to give them. During my ROC trip the previous time, I didn’t bring enough money that I didn’t buy a box for myself, and instead, helped others to buy. This time, I couldn’t sacrifice again since I really wanted to share the good stuffs with my family and maybe some buddies.
Another babe
Sometimes I really wish I can move house, perhaps, to the opposite block – block 4.
I was on my way home just now and met this short girl. From the back view, she wasn’t impressive at all. I tried to rush home and didn’t take much notice. It was until I was crossing the zebra crossing near her block that she suddenly reappeared and gave me a shock.
Needless to say, she was a beauty. Though her figure wasn’t very good due to her waist, not that bad anyway, her overall image kind of drew me to her. She was in this jean skirt that made her seem sportier. I became so much of a stalker and kept turning back to see her as she climbed the stairs to leave my sight.
Maybe she wasn’t stylish enough to give me the urge to go forward, nor did I have the guts to. That was just something special about her that made me so curious.
I quickly moved and took the lift up, removed my boots, gutters and socks before I rushed to the kitchen to find out which unit she was staying. Living in high storey seemed to be the jinx that I failed again.
Preparing for Range
I’d a tough time washing my shoes, not one but three pairs. Moreover, I scrubbed them with all I could as usual, draining off almost all my energy, to make sure they looked as clean as possible. Maybe this was the reason why some people didn’t want to wash their shoes, so that they could last longer, unless the stain and dust would eat the material up. I wasn’t so hardworking if not for my holy birthday night’s mess. It was my philosophy to do everything once and for all, so I decided to clean the other two pairs as well.
I had my pouch for wash up too but I didn’t know if the material could hug the water. I decided to take a rest and clean it when I was free again.
Before I could take my bath, my brother’s friend, Joshua, had approached me on a web design project. This was when I realised I was really so slow on my server-side programming learning process. I hadn’t even started any yet. Anyway, the project seemed interesting because of the service of the company itself. If only they had approached me earlier…
I had a bad time packing up stuffs to stay overnight in camp for the next few days as I was going for the RANGE. My back ached so badly after washing the shoes. I couldn’t help thinking of the evil doctor who gave me the useless painkillers and refused to excuse me from the RANGE.
I don’t mind going if not for the pain and inaccessibility to the internet for the few days. Even though I know my handling of the weapon can’t get me the $200 for the marksman award, I’m able to stay away from the shit work in the office. I want the money!
You're not alone, some days
I haven’t spent the past few days fruitfully. No matter how long the holidays are, it’s useless when you don’t grab the time wisely.
At least I’d fixed my keyboard. I took the whole night to reformat my hard-disk while I played with my Romance of the three kingdoms.
I slept in the noon on my off day, which was also my birthday. I’d become so stubborn that when expected unexpected happened, I refused to plan for another; one person alone couldn’t do much anyway. My only feast was the fish and chips bought by my mum, where I dined on the bed alone.
My rebellious thought wanted me to try out something which I didn’t like – the night life. I started calling people but each of them contributed more to my disappointment.
I went on with a small group, which made me feel pathetic. If it wasn’t for this plan, I could have joined Benson and the rest of my ex platoon-mates at his house.
I spent another day in front of the computer and television set; I received some greetings from friends who thought my birthday was that day. Then, I was told the plan for the night might be cancelled again. So I slacked at the same place, until night time there wasn’t any news, and I realised I should have gone to Chen De and Zijian’s chalet.