| Sunday, December 14, 2008
This might probably be my last post. I was planning some time ago to make a new blog.
Today I say goodbye to a dear friend of mine. His ex-girlfriend is making a sketchbook for him, so here I am, writing a short entry for him.
I have known Lloyd since my poly days, and I am glad to have been his best friend for these four years. He was always so reliable, and he would be the first one I sought whenever I had a problem or wanted to do something out of the blue –example: jogging, gaming, movies. He was talented and smart unlike me. If there were some aspects we shared, we were both introverted and homely.
If I had something to complain about him, it was about his air of melancholy and pessimistic thinking. He often felt life-weary. But as time passed, he gradually grew out of it – possibly infected by my cheerfulness. And yes, he often complain how fat he was. Or claim how good-looking he was (how delusional!)
That I guess, didn’t change until the day he left this world.
At the end of the year 2005, I brought him on a trip on Star Virgo. It’s a pity that we didn’t bring a digital camera along, but it was a fun experience. (I am still impressed how he could store his shit for three days even with a diet of six meals a day.)
After our poly days, we still keep close contact, often chatting online or meeting up regularly even while we were serving our national service. The last time we met up was on November 23. I was supposed to meet him on the day he collected his brand new second-hand motorcycle(sounds contradicting), but I couldn’t make it as I was supposed to be resting at home.
And just like that, he left this world...
It’s been a good four years. He would often advice me to work harder for my future but I was too lazy, too playful. But from now, I would start working harder even if it’s just a little. As we moved on with life, as the days may pass, I will forget his gestures or how he sounded like. But I will never forget I once had a buddy, a best friend named Lloyd.
To the Lord who took you away so suddenly, grant him eternal rest.
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| Sunday, October 19, 2008
Some background snippets I wrote for Von Nesardo Triumphant.
Lucifer, the greatest of all seraphim, entered the Etemenanki.
Without meeting The Creator’s gaze, Lucifer genuflected. “My Lord, I answer your summon.”
“Rise, my most beloved child. Come sit with me.”
Lucifer raised his head reverently. With all of The Creator’s angels resplendent in their shining armours and pristine white plumage. One would imagine The Creator as the most beautiful-looking, most perfect being.
But he wasn’t. He took the appearance of a plain, middle-aged man with greying hair and beard. He gave a fatherly smile.
“Lucifer, do you love me?” He asked.
“You know I do, my Lord. I love you with all my heart and soul, every fibre of my being.” The seraphim answered. Lucifer met His eyes and shivered. The Creator’s all-knowing gaze pierced through every veils, staring deep into his very soul. The Creator was pleased.
“Your twin brother gave the identical answer. Lucifer, I have a task for you.”
“I am yours to command, O Lord.”
Etemenanki was washed away, to be replaced by plane of nothingness. And the Creator told the seraphim His plan.
Lucifer slumped to his knees, astounded at the revelations. “I cannot live without you, O Lord. I cannot.”
“It is difficult. But if it’s you, I believe you can make it.”
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I had been in His presence that fateful day. It was like a flash of insight, in which everything that had happened all seemed to make sense.
I cannot say that I fully understand His plan, for I never will. But for that one moment, I saw the picture, where all of the pieces in the puzzle fitted perfectly. It was like the climax of an orchestra, where hundreds of angels each playing their instrument together to make one beautiful sweeping sound. It was a rush of euphoria, a wave that engulfed the being, and made me believe there was a purpose in His plan.
That moment was ages ago. Yet it still feels like I have not lived a day past it.
Now, everything is different; there is a new life to live.
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Leliel, angel of death and night, watched her father wept to himself. It was an alien action to her. She will remember Lucifer as the greatest and the most beautiful angel, the first to rebel against God.
But most importantly, she’ll always remember Lucifer as the first angel to shed tears.
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| Tuesday, September 30, 2008
We witness the end of two epic series this season.
Code Geass R2 and Macross Frontier.
Now, I lost another purpose in my life, in my book-outs.
If you watch anime and haven't heard of this two series, please stop living under the rock you had been hiding under all this while.
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| Sunday, August 24, 2008
Army Half-Marathon today. The morning weather was good, and there were a surprising amount of young ladies there - perhaps I should join more marathons. All was good except for the fact I was running with a filled bladder. But then, I did not bad, with a last 100M sprint to the finish line. Heck, 10km wasn't even warm-up.
There were this group wearing this singlet with the slogan behind, 'Jesus loves you.'
Yeah, I think I should make one for myself as well. 'If you see these words shrinking. It's only natural.'
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Fried rice is one of the easiest dish to cook, and can serve in large quantities. Let me share the ingredients to a hax0rz fried rice.
Rice. (duh...)
Eggs. (okayyy...)
Luncheon meat. (I know this is unhealthy.)
Corn. (sweetness.)
fried chilli shrimps. (you know, the one found in kangkong?)
Cubed potatoes (urgh more carbos, but they add texture)
A dash of spring onions or seaweed.
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| Saturday, August 16, 2008
At church, I was standing at the usual spot, awaiting mass until the guy standing beside moved away. It was then I realized I was standing beside Pierre Png with his wife, Andrea. Ummm okay, my sis claims he's handsome. But of course we all know why he moved away from me - he's being intimidated.
All his looks pale before mine...
And, I think I stood beside Sister Joanna a teacher who once taught me catechism when I was primary 1-3. Amazing how I remembered what she said or taught me till this very day. Sometimes, I wondered if my ex-students actually remember who I am. But then again, I don't think she recognize me. It had been 13 years.
That innocent, young boy had grown to become a strong, handsome, passionate and innocent young man.
(Okay, ignore my mindless rambling.)
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A passage ripped from chapter 2 of Yume... my own writings, of course. Yume means dreams in Japanese language.
Through the blind corridors, dream travellers wander to worlds of every kind, all versions of our own fundamental reality, sometimes known as parallel universes or alternate timelines.
Some worlds are substantial and some incorporeal; others inchoate, traces of unborn realms and dying planes. All of them given existence from our sentience and dreams.
Each reality is but a dream of another, and each dreamer, perhaps, a god unknowing. Would the universes exist beyond our dreams? If we stopped dreaming, would they fade into nothing? And, would we fade along with them?
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| Sunday, August 10, 2008
While you people were enjoying your National day, I was protecting the President and the Republic of Singapore. Okay, that sounds a bit too much.
A day where Singaporeans become patriotic for only one day. Do your heart swell with pride when you see Armed forces march in the parade? We should be proud of our own army.
Soldiers are always complaining how fucked up the SAF is. I have to admit, hell yeah it is. The SAF is far far away from perfect, but as long as we are better than our *ahem* neigbours, it is more than enough.
Then again, as time passes, the standard of our soldiers produced are becoming pansier. Watch how North Korean soldiers fight. Ruthless aggression and unwavering loyalty. Confirm eat us for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
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I don't know why sometimes when I say something patriotic, it often make my fellow comrades explode in laughter. Here's some examples.
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Private Matt: Eh sergeant, how come you run SOC so fast?
SGT Clement: That's because everytime I look at my rifle, I am reminded of the sacred responsibility of protecting my country. This forces me to push myself to do my best, knowing that this little bit of fitness can determine the survival of my section.
Private Matt: LOLOL, wah lau you so slack you expect me to believe you. I might understand if you say you have good lungs or something.
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Private Matt: You didn't want to go Signals? Where did you wanted to go?
SGT Clement: Tekong definitely. I want to inspire my recruits.
Private Matt: Like how?
SGT Clement: Hmm, like in field camp. The mud of my face is the soil of my homeland SINGAPORE! In this land we are made, in this land we will FIGHHHHHT!!
Private Matt: FUCK YOU!!
SGT Clement: Okay maybe not like that. More like... knock it down, recover, knock it down, recover, crunches position change, run to that tree and come back. Whole lot change to your long four fall in five minutes.
Private Matt: Lucky you never go Tekong.
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If there is still anyone reading my blog, I apologize for the lack of updates. I do have a lot to blog about actually, just that laziness and the lack of time had hindered me so. (Excuses only...)
And I won't be updating any time soon.
But anyway, I am thinking of creating a new blog, not on blogger blogspot definitely. I choose WordPress! Not only it looks more professional, I could actually catergorize my stuff with it. Its main purpose is to store or showcase some of my writings -be it fanfictions or original fictions- and herald a new dawn of new readers. I still suspect no one comes here anymore.
Until then,
His Excellency,
Clement
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| Saturday, June 28, 2008
Sometimes in church, you see little kids running around. Sometimes I just want to lift one of them up on my arms. Is that... my paternal instincts crying out?
I always find little girls age 4-5 adorable. After that, they all grow up and turn bitchy, whiny and stuff... like you people. Certainly prefer a daughter as girls are quieter compared to boisterous boys. But when they are older... omg, you know.
Moses claims if he had a daughter in the near future, he would name her 'Chloe'. A good name, more common in the European countries.
And speaking of Europe, a good bunkmate of mine is heading to UK to study a Degree in law after his ORD. I have plans of flying off with him for three weeks. From UK, I can actually get to France with a train ride of two hours I guess. See the world a bit, you know? Instead of being a frog in the well.
If I had a daughter, her chinese name would be either 'Yin hua'
Yin Hua means Sakura in english.
For a boy, it would be 'Yun'. Yun means Cloud.
Together with my last name, it would become Feng Yun! (yeah right, as if, different han yu pin yin lar.)
Best one I heard before...
Sirname is Huang. Chinese name is FeiHong. Pretty cool but what if he turned out to be some kind of loser?
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It's been two week since I was promoted to Sergeant. Nothing big compared to the rest who are comissioning this June as an officer.
I have been posted to 2 Signal BN - one of my dream units. Thank God for that. It's supposely much better than the hellish 3SIG. One moron actually went into depression because of that.
Will really miss my training days. It is indeed the most fun time of your army life. All the pranks we played on each other, all the lame jokes, all the things we've been through to get till this stage of our life.
Once again, I've been separated from my best army mate. Going through BMT, SISPEC, and SIGNALS together. Now, he had been posted to GUARDS - God bless him. I wouldn't mind going Guards as long as we are still in the same bunk - now that's really going through ALL THE SHIT together. Well, all he can do is carry my picture like some funeral sending-off when he route marches.
All the best to you - the one who made me strong.
And good luck to Moses who's currently doing re-BMT in Dragon company omgwtflol. A place for lard pots. I think you'll be one of the fittest there.
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Congratulations to dear Elaine Teo Yu Zhen on her long-awaited baptism. A long three years struggle against objecting parents, and after that was won, she had those boring and simple RCIA lessons.
Despite not showing it, I, of course was glad for her. Seeing her happy brings me joy almost as much... as much as picking up a 50cent coin on the road.
PS: baptism at Lady of Lourdes isn't interesting. Where's all the submerging the victim into water fully? Geez.
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Went to RJC straight for Piano Pandomonium after Mass at LOL (Lady of Lourdes, get it? LOL?)
It was the first time seeing Jessica play the piano.
Her short, stylish hair...
Her delicate, soft facial features, accentuated with light make-up...
Her girlish, petite frame albeit finely muscled...
Her fingers steepling and dancing deftly on the piano keys...
She was radiant, I have to admit. A girl worlds apart from me. Heck, she even write stories better than me. Hello, winning a reader digest competition?
As I look back at myself, I am thinking how pathetic I truly am. I have nothing.
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About Me
Name: Clement
Age: 20
Status: Single, and on hiatus
Interest: Writing, Maids, Animes
Currently: National Service
Located at: Purgatory
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A tinge of creativity transcends reality into a beautiful fantasy
I am too modest a wizard to reveal the full extent of my capabilities
If you can't seduce a woman, you won't be able to write a novel either
Speaking to God is prayer, God speaking to you is schizophrenia
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