September 12, 2009

You just have to know when to give in..

Even when you try so hard to resist..

Even when you think you can withstand it..

Even when it's against everything you stand for...

Even when you still don't get what's it all about..

..you need to know when to give in and give up..

They say; if you can't fight it, then screw it, join it.

So, after being staunchly protestant about being associated with it, I have *reluctantly* decided, for various unavoidable reasons which has forced my hands, to..

JOIN FACEBOOK!! ~am so ashamed.

nellashuhaime@gmail.com.. moving with the insanity.

September 07, 2009

It's My Party

Real clever, Akak. Jerk.
Butterscotch walnut. yum.

It was my 2*ahem*^look! a badger with a gun, can you see?^*cough*6th birthday yesterday. I had big, fat fun celebrating with new friends over in Campus and later with my family at home. Shopped at IKEA with mom for storeroom shelves and kitchen blinds. Bought myself a pepper grinder for my birthday present. Pathetic, I know. Oh well.
Thanks my family for the food they sent over for me to share with my classmates, the presents, thanks everyone for their birthday wishes. Next time just get it right, it's my 22nd birthday, geddit? Who you calling 26? You wanna come here and say that to my face,punk? Yeah, I don't think so.

Getting older means you're scarier to little kids.


Everyone in their rattiest PJs and half asleep (we had a test during the day, so we crammed the night before). They still managed to finish all the food and all I get to send to the boys were half of the cake. Poor ravenous fools.
Yes, we take our partying very seriously. Snort. Snort.

September 01, 2009

Teaser.. Sorta Kinda

I promised updates and pictures, non?
Well, going through the millions (and millions) of pictures I have of my course (which is only halfway done), I got scared. And lazy. Oi, vedi the lazy wei. So, here's my deal: I'll post a picture or two of each module I've been through. And later (like, next year perhaps), if I can remember any particularly amusing story from any of the modules, I'll do a special post of it. With extra pictures and extra sambal.

**For the aliens out there, what is happening right now is that I'm undergoing a 7months course for my job confirmation. This *stupid but highly entertaining* course consists of several week-long modules like Economics, Human Resource Management, Law, Constitutions, etc. etc. Among the myriads of modules, I also have to attend some awesome outdoor module i.e. Army, Police and Firerescue Training and the memorable Outward Bound. These are their stories =cheng cheng=~a la Law and Order: SVU.

The first two weeks (May) was sheer blimpin' hell, excuse my Jawa. I was out of shape and bewildered and they made us camp out in Lagong with no sleep, 8hours hikes and insane disciplinary antics. I posted my post-Lagong physical sakitness renderings here. It was during this module that I was introduced to the now-familiar squat jump, star jump, PT10, 5 degrees of sit ups, 2.4km run, etc. etc. Aah.. Memories. I'm also still recovering from the 1st degree sunburn from the multiple 'let fry them in the sun at 2pm cause they were _____[insert whatever asinine reason you can come up with]' sessions. Picture:

Compare fiveforehead with forearm. Choi.
Hello, tubs of whitening creams.
Only seemed happy cause brain is fried and sleep deprived.

Next, I went for my army module, allegedly the hardest and toughest and feared of all the outdoors module. It wasn't all that. I mean, in a good way. I managed to muddle through so it can't be that hard, right? I mean, I'm basically your blob of human fat traipsing around with zero stamina. I did fine there hence it can't be that bad. Yeah, we got yelled and screamed and hollered at. But it was all good. There, in the hallowed ground of PULADA (Army Training Centre, Johore), I discovered 3 things:
  • I love riding in the 3 tonnes truck. Love, like, L.O.V.E. Best. Thing. Ever.
  • I'm pretty good at dismantling and using a M16 rifle. So-so aim though.
  • I can drink all the water I want and if I run around in full camouflage gear in noonday heat, I wont ever need to go to toilet.
  • I am awesome. Ahem. Evidence only shows.
  • I can't count apparently. Hmm..
Pictures, only because I'm too cool.
Personalized camouflage. Nama sape ntah.

Who would've thunk that something so, erm, aggresively vehicular could be so much fun? Sigh.

Then, we were bussed off to Lumut, Perak for our vacation, I mean, Outward Bound module, more fondly known as OBS (retro acronym - Outward Bound School). I had so, so, so, so, oh Lord, so, so, so much fun here, it's ridiculous. Kayaking and whalering. Learnt about riggings and sails and camping and had plain crazy fun. Choi. Gile. Pictures now.

Watchmates and I storing the sails in the erm, sail house.

In our beloved whaler, Loius Rothman II, that kicked other whalers' asses. Boo yah. I manned the bow and the jib sail.

Kayaked until my shoulder quitted. Avec Roy (beloved kayakmate who volunteered to be the sweeper. Psychopath that he is) en action.

Tadaa. My 3-tiered tan lines.

And then there was my Biro Tatanegara module in Malacca. I was there for 5 days of brainwashing. Yes, I am 100% pro government now. All evil roots from DSAI (there, you people happy now?!)

With my white school uniform, damn cute right? Snort.

Last is my most recent Police Module. Out of this world experience. And guess what, the pictures ain't ready. I have a few but the stories that comes with it will have to wait.

Was in Ulu Kinta for 3 days for training, Including the PORU (Police Order Riot Unit) training. Dem awsum.

Compass reading practical. Piece of cake.

Faez and I. Woke up at 6 for marching practise. Perky for a.m, eh?

So there. Janji telah dikota. Holy shit, its already time for sahur. Enjoy these and I'll catch you later.

Is This Link Broken?

Oi.
So it has been a while since I last updated.
I'M SORRY!
Still, that ain't reason enough to kill my blog, kan?
Right?
Sigh. All the wonderful stories I were about to share with the world..
Oh well.