Saturday, July 29, 2006

Sung to the tune of Gorillaz's Kids With Guns:

Got my pay
Got my pay
A spending spree
Is on the way
Will be broke
Before too long
Got my pay
Got my pay
Easy does it, easy does it, must save some to fix the com

Eating out (spend it all, spend it)
Mee Soto (spend it all, spend it)
Glass of coke (spend it all, spend it)
That's all I need (spend it all, spend it)
Kilos gained (spend it all, spend it)
But I don't care (spend it all, spend it)
Got my pay
Got my pay
Easy does it, easy does it, dad's already on my case

Cause with cash, I'll become a monster
Spending it all in one place
Orchard Road better watch out
I'm on my way
I'm on my way

HMV
All those CDs
Waiting to be
Consumed by me
Royalties
To Sir Thom Yorke
Cause I got my pay
Got my pay
Easy does it, easy does it, pocket's getting one big hole

Cause with cash, I'll become a monster
Spending it all in one place
Orchard Road better watch out
I'm on my way
I'm on my way

Spend it all, spend it, spend it
Spend it all, spend it, spend it
Spend it all, spend it, spend it
Spend it all, spend it, spend it
Spend it all, spend it, spend it

Spend it all


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Oh, and I shook Tracy Humphrey's hand today. You know, wife of that Weekend Today ang moh columnist.

Good times.

Saturday, July 22, 2006

Would you believe?

The first 2 kg I've ever lost in ages?

Maybe there IS something to this Physical Training (PT) schtick.

Oh, and those rumours about the PT instructors being sadistic devils hidden in well-tanned bodies? All too true.

I've lost my voice too, from all the "1, PTI! 2, PTI! 3, PTI!"

But as long as I can look less like the Stay Puft monster from Ghostbusters, I'm happy.

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"Ooh, ooh, can I say something about the Mats in your platoon?"

Sure thing, it's your blog as much as mine.

"Great! Ok, let's see. The first week, they were so unbeareable, weren't they? Buggin you and teasing you, just because you were a little different from them. Sure, you were a little girly. They're calling you 'Rosita' right?"

Let's move on.

"Hey, it's more original than 'Hafizah'"

I said, let's move ON!

"Alright! Geez! Ok, but then they got used to you, just like everyone got used to you in school back then right? Maybe it's because you toned down the weirdness and started becoming more of your quiet self, right?"

That's right. It worked pretty well, didn't it?

"Not as much as the Seargent making them do 30 push-ups and giving them 5 days Extra Guard Duty when he heard them make fun of your voice."

Ok, I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoyed that a little bit.

"Now, they won't mess with you anymore. Must be sweet to have a Seargent behind your back, eh?"

You do know he'll still give me push-ups if I mess up my foot drills some more, right?

"Pfft, who asked you to be so blur?"

Ok, you're fired.

"WHAT?!"

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I don't know what's more worrying: the fact that in camp, I'm frequently miserable and about to lose it, or, that I'm beginning to enjoy being miserable and about to lose it.

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Saturday, July 15, 2006

Yup , I do get to go home every weekend. That's great. Now all I have to do is convince my parents to let me out every Saturday so that I can clear my head . And judging from this week in J.B. (Jalan Bahar), I really, REALLY, need it.

And, ok, I give in. I do need my handphone in camp. Still no chargers allowed, so I'm just gonna have to improvise. More of NS when I have more time (and a working computer).

I'm in the Cathay right now, where they have three computers with internet access which anyone can use, for only 15 minutes, which is why this post is rushed and not at all up to my standards of brilliance, or lameness, depending on your taste slash mood. Just watched Pirates of the Carribean 2. Nutshell review: Woo Hoo!

Ok, time's up. Off to Baybeats. Later!

Monday, July 10, 2006

This is it.

Well, boys and girls, it's time for the requisite "Holy sh!t! I'm going to NS tomorrow" post.

But, well, I've debated on whether to do this post. I mean, I'm only going to Jalan Bahar to get my bum bum kicked by overzealous commanders and kiss-assy type recruit bullies. Note, Jalan Bahar, not New York . (I want to be a part of it, Jalan Bahaaaaaaar...)

I can't lie to you. I'm scared. Terrified. Not only about what will happen to me during Basic Training, but after that - Full-Time National Service. And after THAT, what would happen to me? (Some of you will know what I'm talking about.) It's all I can do to not lose it and just swim to Australia to escape it all. Ah, the perks of being Singaporean, eh? Serve 2 years looking after the country and after that, oh hi, here's a rope. Now start climbing out of your own grave.

I can do this. Of course I can. I'm The Fiz, damn it! I can do it if I put my mind to it. (Thanks, Marty McFly)

It may end up being the time of my life. I may learn something useful like how to climb a tree (dead useful trick to have), and maybe, just maybe, no bullies. Oh, heh, I'm sorry, I forgot, I'm The Fiz. I'm not that lucky. I suppose I'll have to bring along every single ounce of the sunny-side up character of myself. And steel to sew on my skin. Wait, I will learn how to sew, right?

I just remembered something about me and bullies: I usually let them have it their way. Not this year, buckos.

So, here's the biggest note to self: Suck up everything the SCDF throws at you! Because by gum, if you can swim through a ditch full of pee and rotting Chicken Rice, while being pelted with flour and yet more pee, all without batting a smelly eyelid, well then, you can just bloody well do anything! Rise up! Become The Fiz!

Why am I yelling so much?! Oh yeah, self-confidence riser mixed with self-delusion! Whatever works! Ok, stop it.

Remember, gentle readers, this isn't goodbye. If I hear correctly, I'll be home every weekend. Of course, I'll either be catching up on the Zs, or going out trying to get a life. But I'll try to update here once in a while, whenever the computer isn't on strike. If you're lucky (or not), maybe you'll catch me on MSN. My aim is this: I want to spend as little time as possible at home. Just enough to satisfy my parents.

Oh, and since I can't bring a phone charger, no point bringing a handphone, right? Where's the logic anyway, allowing phones yet not allowing chargers.................

Sooooo, I guess that's it. Rant over. Enough of the worrying and the depressions and the crying and the moping and the lazing and all the glayvin. Time for me to sit in my room, get my stuff ready, maybe punch my bolster a few times, then hug it's cottony guts out.

And hope for the best.

I'll see you when I see you.
That. Was. Incredible.

I just watched the 3rd/4th Playoff match repeat. And I enjoyed every minute of, well, the 2nd half anyway. The 1st hakf was a snore. But when the German guy scored that goal, followed by the Portugeuse own goal, followed by a great goal by the same German guy, followed by that consolation Portugal goal.......

Man, it was sweet. All credit to Portugal (except too-cute-for-his-own-good Cristiano Ronaldo) but Germany deserved to be 3rd!

Oh, and apparently Italy won something. Ho-hum.

Saturday, July 08, 2006

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
Here comes the sun,
doo doo doo doo
here comes the sun,
and I say,
It's All Right

(happy guitar strumming time)

Friday, July 07, 2006

Let's blog while we still can, shall we?

I'm in a bloody fantastic mood. I don't know why, I don't care why, I just don't want it to bloody end and last for 2 years! Give or take a few AWOL moment or two.

I like saying 'bloody' when I'm in a good mood. Feels bloody good.

Kenny Loggins is on. 'Scuse me while I take his advice and cut loose (footloose).
Late night on the newly-fixed (but for how long?) com.

Hot Milo.

Chatting on MSN (man, there's a lot of people after midnight).

Listening to iTunes.

Blogging.

Thinking of stuff to blog.

Counting down to July the 11th.

La vie est bonne, man, la vie est bonne.

Thursday, July 06, 2006

Here's how I figure out who to support in the finals -

Me with French accent: I sound like Inspec-tair Clue-sew TRYING to sound French.

Me with Italian accent: Imagine Count Dracula saying "It's a-me! Mario!"

So, my choice is....Italy, because it's easier, and coming from me, funnier to do an Italian accent.

So go Italy! Bring-a back-a the World Cup-a to Roma!

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Message from the home computer

Hey, you! You who call yourself "Duh" Fiz. Yeah, I'm talking to you! All those times you download all that junk inside me, all those times you used me for hours on end even though I'm begging for a rest (didn't ya hear my fan whirring like a dervish? Didn't ya?!), all those times you shut me off by turning the power switch off illegally? Well, I can't take it anymore! So guess what? I'm pulling the plug! From now on, you can't use me anymore! You'll keep getting "Hard Drive Failure" messages till the cows come home, and there ain't a damn thing you can do about it, except to ask your dear father (oh, don't think I didn't hear you say those things about him!) to call someone up and fix me! HAH! Let's see you live without me now!

Swearing and kicking me won't help much, you know. :D

Saturday, July 01, 2006

It finally happened...

In fact, 2 things happened last week that I knew was just a matter of time.

First, I grew up listening 987 since 1996, when the music was pure Pop goodness, no Hip Hop/R&B/Simple Plan crap. The DJs were awesome: Howie in the afternoons, Christopher Goh in Jive Drive, Jean Danker on Say It With Music and Glenn Ong on The Ego Trip late night show.

The goodness lasted till 2000. Then, the lineup was shaken up, Glenn moved to the mornings, thereby neutering him for an older audience. And the songs got progressively worse.

I grew up from simple bubblegum pop, sure, so I was ready for some adult pop fare, whatever that may be, and I hoped the Perfect 10 would fill that space.

They played Eminem instead.

Long story short, after one too many mediocre, bad, Simple Plan-esque song, I snapped and turned the dial slightly to the right.

"Relax. Lush. 99.5"

And it's been there ever since mid-June. I try returning a few times, but couldn't make 30 seconds before changing it back.

I've finally out-growned 987fm. It was inevitable. Still, I'll peek at MTV once in awhile just to keep up with the mainstream stuff.

And besides, now that I come to think about it, today's DJs in 987? Well.....they bug me.

Except, of course, Jamie Yeo.

Which leads me to the 2nd thing: Jamie is a very, very ambitious lady. She works hard, and she wants to go places. I've seen enough people like her to know that she would not want to stay in radio for long. Heck, maybe not even in MediaCorp anymore.

Last Monday, she proved me right, on both counts, and thus sealing 987's fate for me.

Jamie Yeo is gone from 987, leaving just Emily and Don & Drew to be the only reasons to listen to 987. But Emily's only a part-timer and D&D, I can just download their podcast.

Kudos Jamie for taking that brave step in leaving MediaCorp and joining, believe it or not, ESPN Star Sports. Hey, it's about time another female presenter joined Collette Wong there. Can't wait to see her there.