Im finding the time to get back to spinning again (yes zach, keep smiling). but until then, im gonna just think up of a few tracks that i'd be cuttin' for my first album(hopefully).
i gave them the idea, they cashed in on it. hey, that's what friends are for homies.
This one's called "Very smart, Jacintha". at the very least, this track's gonna make more sense than jacintha's comments on Singapore Idol. "That was great. The performance was...ya." thank you jacintha...
Inspired by the fact that Jalan Kayu prata now sucks BIG TIME. Imagine waiting an hour for my "1 yegg, 1 kosong" when the place was only half-filled. on top of that, the service was very poor, the food sucked, prata was smaller than jae's brain, the utensils were cleaner than an oil-soaked prostitute and the curry is 8904293712 times more diluted than water. thesavi, u WERE number 1, now move over.
now this would be played everyday at the in-process counter at KFCC, blarring loudly into the ears of NS men. Now, in all seriousness, im a pleasant instructor to all my men, but to those who refuse to listen, get this right, when u're here for reservice, ure UNDER the SAF, so know your roles or meet your makers, biatches. respect is guarunteed only if it's mutual, we don't care who you are outside, u're in the army now, boy.
hmm... i'd whip out this track jus to getta do an MTV haha. and no fiona, that's not a yes, u can just continue dreaming of me.
:)
Great tunes in my books, im sure u'd feel the same. wait, you'd better if yer know what's good for ya ;) in other news, osama bin laden is dead, we hope...
Your one, Your only,
xav
"you could read a book..." she suggested. and just before i started to blow off that comment, i thought, hey, that that wasn't such a bad idea actually! so i re-read certain short stories from my Bookworm Gang collection and i felt like it was listening Love 97.2fm... only that i was jamaican. all i could percieve in the end was the same thing over and over again, something along the lines of:
- so smarty and samson wer rollin' down da hood right and sum thug came over n talked trash 'bout simone n they're like waddap nigga n they're all like imma call constable acai (sounds like a bigger gangster anyhow!) n heza pulverize yo ass, bitch! thug: "eh yo that shit ain't cool nigga, we homies man, that shit ain't cool." snorty and fagson: "straight up foo!, so yer don't give simone shit n we don't give you shit, yanoewadamsayin?" thug: "foh'shizzle dawg, we cool, peace out!" -
and so i dropped the idea of reading and decided to go running instead. to some serious surprise, the streets were empty at 12.45am! no i ain't kiddin! i had a great run, listening to brandon flowers and the likes serenading me & me alone with tunes as i made my runs. then fergie came on with "london bridge". at that point of time, i made a mental list of teachers-to-mutilate for not belting out such a vastly different rendition of the song earlier on in my life. daniel powter came on shortly with a song called "Free Loop" and i found myself frustrated after about 212 seconds of trying to listen for the point in the song where he actually mentions the title of the song. don't ask me why i do it, i just do. i couldn't have missed it. it's songs like that that frustrate you, ya know, whenever you listen to such a song and feel like aquiring ( notice i don't use the word "download"... oops i didn't just... did i?) it and you're stuck with that searing question "what's the title of that song?" other songs to mention, "iris" by the goo goo dolls, "take you on a cruise" by the interpol...
so after my shower (no ladies, i don't wanna talk about it... guys, wtf?), i got online (not that im ever off?) and friendstered for a bit... it's really nice to see how people in your life are getting on. even if you haven't seen them since bush made a wise decision, you getta see how they're getting on with just a few clicks. close friends you haven't talked to for stone ages, people you just say "hi" to with your eyes, those people you hate to the core but love to stir negative thoughts about, people who look like they got forced to lose/gain weight at gunpoint, that guy you always wanted to getta know better... alright, was talking bout myself there. so anyway, it was pretty nice to see that the very people were up to the same things, browsing at the people in their friends list, leaving testimonials and letting nostalgia suck on em like anna nicole smith on a millionare. it felt great to know that in such a busy, empty, 2 a.m world, love still hung around. speaking of love, fergie fer said she's gonna love me long time!
so the moral of the entry is, don't sleep before 4a.m. shape your lifestyle to suit mine haha! people... you make the world so wonderful, yet so cruel at the same time. but it's all good, otherwise angels like me would end up working at 7-eleven. god bless.
live big people,
xav
i need a hand with the layout of this blog, it's not too conducive for blogging... i mean, i look at it and i feel like im forcing myself to think jacintha's comments on singapore idol are really sensible and interesting. if anyone can help, i promise this time i'd buy you a drink...
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so in case you haven't heard, steve irwin got killed by a stingray today. jesus, that guy could provoke a crocodile and even it can't kill him. i remember i used to tune in to discovery channel and listen to his tangy aussie accent which cracks me up all the time. and his enthusiasm is plain contagious! anyone who watches his programs know! before you know it, you've spent 2 hours glued to the tely! it's a pity really, he left before his time. rest in peace.
Alright folks, for all those who've been asking and wondering what on earth is the CPFT im talking about, here's a photo aided description of it! (pictures courtesy of the 84th BFSC!)
First, a brief introduction on the CPFT. CPFT is short for Combat Physical Fitness Test. If im not mistaken, only the PTIs are required to do the CPFT. Other units like the commandos do swimming with dummy rifle and number 4 as well but no running and SOC after that. Initially, CPFT in the past did not require swimming, instead, a rugged and mountainous terrain run made up the initial part of the CPFT. But now, it's a 200m swim with a compact jump. Alright, let's see some pictures! The pics are a lil big so if you want a full view, click on them.
CPFT!
For the initial part of the CPFT, participants gather inside the pool and await the flagging off by the conducting officer or PTI. A 200m swim in number 4 uniform ( for the naive ones, number 4 refers to the green camo uniform. No, bathing ape camo is NOT number 4, 5 or fuckyourmother. )with our dummy rifles slung around us, followed by a 3 metre compact jump off the platform after 150m. After hitting the water, we swim off on our last lap.
Swimming in Number 4 and Dummy Rifle... trust me, it's no easy feat! recently, a commando officer drowned while doing this...
The Compact Jump
PLOP! goes that weasel!
After reaching completing the 200m swim, we emerge from the water(often just rolling out), panting and dragging ourselves to our equipment area where we gear up and prepare for our initial 1.5km run.
Out the pool... you'll wonder why on earth you're doing this...
Gear up soldier! The battle's just began!
So upon hastily gearing up ( mind you, u're soaking wet and its tideous and frustrating... you'd rather be home watching re-runs of singapore idol... yes, that bad.), you begin the first of the never-ending runs, this one being the initial 1.5km run in full-battle order.
out the gate we go, rougly the 500 metre mark... 1km more to go...
at about 1.2 km, you run past the starting of the obstacle course only to u-turn slightly ahead. one of the most demoralising parts of CPFT, U-turning way ahead of where u're gonna head to next... kinda like ladies who try to keep ignoring me... haha!
The next battle begins right after the run. trust me, any time spent resting could break you. the task is simply presented : clear the 11 obstacles. Theres the low wall, the parallel bars, the step-up, the swing trainer, the low rope, the horizontal beam, the swinging bridge, the balancing beam, the gate, the jacob's ladder and lastly, the low ramp. clearing the obstacles with regular SBO (helmet, rifle, SBO, water bottle) is a piece of cake once you've done it with FBO. So here begins the ultimate physical test.
my buddy yap on the swing trainer. this and the low rope are the ultimate killers of CPFT. failure to complete all 11 obstacles will result in failure to complete CPFT... that would mean re-doing it ALL OVER AGAIN! as you can see, you may be able to negotiate the obstacles, but there's also the problem of over-crowding...
im wondering how i got up there. its like climbing the rope with moses lim hugging onto you... anyhows, PTI! (you shout that when you reach the top)
here's a tip, pick up your 5 cent coin later buddy, no time to waste.
So after you leap off the low ramp ( which isn't really low, its almost 2 metres...), you pick your exhausted body off the ground and carry on with the extremely mental 3.5km run... no pictures of the route but its half rugged, half road. i don't have to say much, you're almost beat after the 1.5km run and after the SOC, 3.5km in FBO requires a little insanity as a catalyst...
the last burst! the gruelling horror's finally coming to an end!
nothing describes the relief and exhaustion quite like this photo...
So there you have it, the whole description of CPFT. To all the aspiring PTIs out there, here's what's in store for you. To those who've made it, congratufuckinglations, im sure it'd be one of the fondest memories etched into your mind. it sure was one of mine. all that for our crossed-swords... worth it?
every ounce of sweat, buddy.
Hola amigos!
1 more day to the World Cup! I feel it now! (not like the Great Singapore Sale that's actually more like the Great Singapore Over-promising, Under-delivering Waste of Time!) Germany, it's gonna be like D-day again but this time, only bigger and better ! to all those who'll be clubbing or catching a movie this friday at 11:59pm GMT+8, ignorance is a bliss and the world has finally reigned ignorant over yer fuckin' presense!
My picks for the final 4 this World Cup would be Italy, Brazil, England and Germany! i won't be so bold as to predict the eventual winner but my hopes are on Brazil not because of its horizontally challenged striker, but the sheer fact that they play beautiful football! (quite like me i reckon!) What the hell, let's just enjoy all 64 matches as much as we can! Remember, if a World Cup match coincides with your regular studying/working/gyming/ovulating schedule, drop whatever you're doing and keep your eyes fixed on the TV instead! (unless of course its Tunisia and Saudi Arabia... speaking of which, let's see some other team other than the arabians, for fuck's sake, they've been dumped out of the competition more times than Paris gets dumped by guys!) If you insist that you can't, that's cool, cos then everyone will know that you're a squarehead and will shun you! ( like that Eliel guy ... hafuckinha!)
On another note, it's been a wacky 2 weeks since i passed out of BFSC and i've been posted to America to train the Marines there. Well but being the modest me, i opted to get posted to Khatib Fitness Conditioning Centre at Khatib camp (duh?!) to train reservice men ( like your dads and brothers and She's-the-man sisters ) and make sure they improve their overall fitness. My working hours are 2pm-10pm, perfect for the World Cup period! I'll be at KFCC for 3 months and then i'll be posted to Papua New Guinea to fight the good fight against Hunger and Starvation! But that is not to be because Singapore needs me and i'll instead be posted to BMTC at Pulau Tekong as a PTI. The most perfect job anyone could get in their 2 years in the SAF? I can't think of a better one! (except maybe pool supervisor. comes with an excess 20kg gained when you ORD too! woohoooo tubby!) So after the World Cup, it'd be 8-5 for me as a Physical Training Instructor at Tekong where i get to fuck fresh recruits from the 1987 batch... hey wait, that's my batch! I'll be seeing lotsa my pals so gimme a holler if ure enlisting. i can't promise anything, but i'll try to sneak you some Roti John! After a hundred push-ups or something h3h !
To the usual people( The Clique, BFSC, 44), i'll see you at my place on Friday night, we'll BBQ and Drink to the opening match and watch Germany kick Coasta Rica's ass! Give me a ring on my mobile and we'll have a helluva good time chillin', screamin' and celebratin'! To the... unusual people, get into contact, could make some space for you, we'd need some people to clean up the place... haha!
So the date is set, Friday, 9th June, 11:59pm, D-Day 2. Watch out Germany, here comes the World! As for the rest of you, i'll see you on the beach!
I blame faizal and yap for getting me hooked on hip-hop once more. hey, blame isn't always a bad thing... ( i hope you buy that!) greetings once again earthlings and welcome to xavillisation once more!
12 more days to the next passing out parade... oh boy, this is just like the elections, except that this time, people actually care! in a blink of an eye, 11 weeks have zoomed past faster than jin feng negotiates corners with his van(thats 60-80kmph mind you, in a van, yes.)! i've had great times with my BFSC peeps who were just mere strangers since the last post. right now, all 24 of us ( alright cept maybe 1 or 2 ) are like brothers. Isn't that what everyone who's gone through NS cherishes the most? The "brothers" ?
just 12 more days to go guys, i'll see yall at POP!
Thanks( or no thanks? ) to you guys, I've been selected to represent the 9th Division Infantry for the Army Half Marathon ( some 21km run ). i must say that i am very honoured to be able to get such an oppurtunity but this would mean that yours truly would have his weekend mornings burnt. im currently struggling with a series of leg injuries and i hope that i'll recover in time to bang a gold award for IPPT! if i don't then i'll hafta go bang someone... i mean, something else... heh heh!
Throughout this course, we did a hell lot of interesting things. We had rappelling, omega descends, canvas jumps, lotsa swimming and aqua aerobics, just to name a few. Just last tuesday, i passed the toughest part of the entire PTI course : The Combat Physical Fitness Test. For CPFT, we have to swim 150metres in our long 4 with a dummy rifle. on our third lap, we exit the pool and proceed to execute a jump from 3m high into the pool and carry on with another 50m swim. Thereafter, we have to consume a big mac meal with lime juice... i wish! so after the swim, while we're all soaking wet, we put on our socks and boots and our 15kg load and proceed with a 1.5km run to the obstacle course where we have to clear 10 standard obstacles. its really tough with all that load and when u're soaking wet! after doing so, you'll have to complete a gruelling 3.5km run to the finishing point. All this is to be done in 52 mins. Im happy that all that's over for me and maybe now i'll finish up the big mac meal part of CPFT...
Anyways, anyone who's interested in training or exercise or maintaining a healthy lifestyle and would like some advice or personal coaching, please feel free to approach me. it'd be great if i could have a bunch of khakis for runs and gym so do yell at me if you're interested! Im also looking for soccer khakis for weekend soccer games!
Life's just beautiful at the moment. its more relaxed now that the course is coming to an end and im getting back on the social track fast and i can only see things get better and better. This course has made me lead a more enjoyable and interesting lifestyle by balancing outdoor and indoor activities. ( well some activities can be done at both places... ;) ) now all i've gotta do is to rope in my peeps and get em to enjoy the great outdoors as well! ( and no i don't mean an orgy... ) to all who read this, god bless you, me and brazil to win the world cup!
Till then, Endure and Excel!
hello again world! alright now take the next 60 seconds off smiling to yourself after that greeting from me.
my AFC course's plain awesome. ive been in the course for 3 days and i got 3 nights off during those 3 days. bloody hell i never got any nights off before and now im almost sick of em! haha life in AFC's pretty slack, they give you the time to fall in and you just wake up, wash up, grab some breakfast and do all the shit you've gotta do before falling in at abt 7.30 or so. alot of control's given to us and morale's always high in camp. trainings tough (like me!) but very enjoyable! hell i love where im at!
now ive got a story to share with everyone. its about my friend charles chan yiptong and his BMW 318i (i think thats it!). well charles and the rest of us were having a supper and drinking session at chomp chomp just last night. it was a great night as usual, totally enjoyable. i guess ben's face isnt really distracting when people are high and jae... well his presense isnt felt so its okay. Hidetoshi Jeffrey had his uncle and his uncle's friend along. they're a really jolly bunch, very young at heart. those people drink bout 20-30 bottles of beer and are still more lively and sober than jae on any given day! hats off to em! so yea, it was a very merry session, and like all things, it came to an end... a really crazy end!
fazz, shawn, jae and myself were on the way back when we decided to drop by macdonalds where charles parked his car. the whole idea was to high beam and race him and so, we made our way there and saw the whole group of them just standing around and charles in the drivers' seat masturbating or something. no, he was just sitting there looking pretty lost. we asked them what happened and heres the story as told by him. "I forgot to turn off my headlights and now my car cant start!" now i won't comment on how stupid, ignorant, retarded, forgetful and fucked up he is, but i'd say one thing. HAFUCKINHA! SO THERE HE WAS, JUST STANDING THERE TRYING TO START HIS BATTERY-DEAD CAR! so totally owned right thur! thank goodness jeff's uncle was just around the corner and he bought power cables and transferred power from fazz's car to charles' car. charles, you're one flucky bastard!
so yea, we then headed somewhere else and high-beamed him all the way. what could he do? 1 more high beam and his car would die right there in the middle of the road. so he just SISPEC. Suffered In Silence Please Endure and Carry-on.
so when you see him around, you know what to do! tata!
life's been too awesome for words so far. the world has made it into the year 2006 (now those who said the world was gonna end in 2000, kick yourself in the nuts and scream "XAV WAS RIGHT!"), BSLC's over and im rockin and rollin over to the Army Fitness Centre (AFC, duh!) for my Physical Training Instructor(PTI, double duh!) course! to all my bravo company mates, hey, it was an awesome 12 weeks, though i never liked any of you, least you guys had the company of me whom you adored so much! congrats on finishing that fucked up course and all the best to all of you wherever you guys at right now... especially you ASLC dudes... may mercy be upon yall haha!
life out of camp's basically about lots of crusin', hanging out at odd places, exercising and marvellous company. its so much of a blast that monday mornings in camp feels like ive just stepped in to the song dynasty or something. life's stale in the army, trainees walk around like mao tze tung without his ciggarettes or paris hilton without the paparazzi. thank god for my... "band of brothers" who've made life in camp seem like an indie festival each time. it was certainly a joy being in each other's company throughout BSLC, joking about OC and 2IC... boy was that a riot! fucking awesome fun! this new course comprises of mostly unknown people but im gonna be tearing the house down again the next 12 weeks and yes, im hell bent!
i've gotta do some catching up with all my friends and remind them that there's more to life than the Tammy NYP video. speaking of which, that poor girl... such an unfortunate situation to be in. there're more ways to be the talk of the town if thats what she wanted to be... ways like... being me! haha!
good riddance, audience!!
how often do we misplace our faith in the wrong things or places? personally, there's nothing more important than the underestimated and amazing power of self-belief. what im talking about here isn't just self-confidence or the times you challenged someone to a fight from behind your computer screen, its something deeper than that. to give you a clearer picture, i shall first explain self-confidence in this context.
self-confidence is basically telling yourself that you can achieve your goal. say for example, "aiya i fuck his mum sure won't kena caught one lah." confidence is built through stages and the higher your confidence escalates, chances are that you'd become over-confident. self-confidence is all about telling yourself and this often strays us away from the fact of the matter. its good to go into something with a confident and positive attitude but over-confidence makes you come up with unrealistic goals that often bring you lower than where you started out. its like asking faizal to take a bus.
self-belief is basically BELIEVING fully that things are meant to be this way. self-belief is very natural and passive. its as though you've already expected such an event to occur in an expected way. in a nutshell, self-confidence is kinda like hoping really hard that things will turn out the way you want and self-belief is EXPECTING things to turn out the way you want. the later is a very natural thing and once developed, it will naturally change your life. needless to say, unless you're like our dear Meowvin the emo kid, you'd change your life for the better. Dont rule out the fact that there's negative and positive self-belief so if you live with a very negative mindset, you're gonna develop negative self-belief and you're only gonna go down lower and lower, just like madonna's career.
Now the importance of self-belief is just too great for words to describe. i mean, im MADE of this stuff. my life and all my decisions are all based on positive self-belief. let's start with the root of this power, belief. the christian culture of the holy communion relies heavily on the follower to have strong faith/belief that by taking communion, he/she will be clean of sin and blessed. and there have been tons of stories where people who partake in the holy communion have recovered from incurable diseases. I, for one, have experienced this power so i believe that it is possible. have you ever sat down and thought about how some things just don't make sense? look on the streets, the hot gurls are with all the jerks, jae can actually speak and ugly bathing ape tees are going at $200 fucking dollars? the problem with people now is that we're becoming too intelligent for our own good. Everything has to make sense in order for it to be believed BUT we all know that miracles do happen. we all have experienced at least once in our lives whereby something that makes absolutely no sense at all actually worked out fine. faith is so empowering to oneself that it just makes you do impossible things! self-belief is what miracles are made of and if you haven't been relishing this wonderful power yet, then i suggest you stop listening to your jay chou album for once and actually start living your life with strong self-belief. believe me, you'll be amazed by how much more you can achieve just by simply believing it will happen. So yes, start hainvg faith in yourself, in life, in all the things that you do and see success all over!
cheers!
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