Monday greens

This is one of those days when I don't feel like doing anything. I have already been relentlessly reminded to get off my ass to get one of these things done instead of being a useless skill-less unemployed bum: Go apply for school; go learn some important skill ('that a guy MUST have', like driving); write in to HOTA and tell them to stay away from my organs (I was trying to delay this so mum would forget about it); go do something important with my life.

These days I keep getting flashbacks about my trainee days in ns, mostly in that dreaded place called pasir laba camp. When I was at my lowest, where were you? Same bunk as you but I never did get a firm hand to pull me up. And yet you claimed that I was one of your closer friends. All I ever had was the familiar tall dark figure of mr HBH in camp. I won't ever forget what happened in neo tiew - the fog and camo smudges in the loose, scarred goggles; the fit-like panting; the tears; the cold feet; the stares; the face; the disgust - or on that nights-out evening.

My painting lies unfinished on the desk, things that I need and want to print are still in soft copy. The world goes by outside the window. I am overwhelmed, not by the things I need to do - I have rarely been overwhelmed by that; it is the monsters that I hide under the bed that threaten to spill over into my rational life. What do you want? Someone I got to know yesterday said that. I didn't know because I didn't dare. All these mollycoddling for years have broken me down. I feel like blaming someone for stunting my growth. I always thought I was easily understood by my parents! Only recently I realised how wrong I was. No one knows what you are hiding if you don't say. Sometimes your enemies know you better because they can tell you are hiding stuff.

I don't know if I have become quieter at home, and noisier outside. I adopted a don't ask don't say policy. If I wish to talk about it I will drown you in my saliva. If not, don't ask - it doesn't help with the blood pressure. Maybe it's time for you to think about my behaviour and not for me to keep checks on my temper. I endure so much inside then I tolerate so much outside, I may implode.

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On a brighter note, I did a four-hour cycling trip to pasir ris park last saturday before I met up with my buddies ws and ya (haha!). This is the route I took:

Starting from the park connector (serangoon park connector?) at the end of hougang ave 5, I sped in the direction of halus wetland. Upon reaching the connecting bridge, dismount and cross.

Next, find the road that connects halus wetland to pasir ris farmway 3 and cycle non-stop onwards! Eventually you will reach the junction that will lead you on to pasir ris drive 1. Keep going on the left side of the road and you encounter a park connector (can't remember the sungei name). Turn in and go, go, go and you will see a horse-riding school later and soon you are at the park.

Did a quick spin and decided to come back quickly because my saddle was becoming loose again.

In the afternoon I was planning to go to cafe e jardin but damn it my brain forgot it was a public holiday. So it was closed. So we ended up at Subway, and I fumbled around before asking the subway guy (who was very polite and friendly) for the password to the joint's wireless network. As usual ya was being selective about his googled sites but eventually we went to get our one million dolla-dong! :D

Updates

So I just weighed in today: 64 kg; am surprised that I did not hit the 65 mark!

But the muscle is wasting away! Went cycling today, intended to go one round from punggol park to punggol waterway and back, but took an unintentional detour (the PCN disappeared :/) and went wandering the streets near Montfort Sec. Then my saddle suddenly twisted and I nearly fell in the middle of the road. A few metres later it sank back to the original position (I adjusted it). Whew! I kept playing in my mind places where I might get into horrific accidents... Fortunately, I got back home in one piece.

And now I'm trying to photocopy some stuff for my mum; the printer has been erratic of late - a paper jam, weird 'chopping' noise - some kind of printer head misalignment issue I guess. I have used a HP Deskjet (the best and smallest so far, but expensive cartridges), an Epson, and two Canons. The HP Deskjet was ancient, but it did its single job well. The cartridges were expensive, more than fifty bucks for each, but I suppose that was the market price then. The Epson was a free gift; the ink was cheap but the quality was obviously good enough for black and white documents only. The Canons were all-in-ones that were a master of none and the MP276 was faulty out of the box..

If I ever buy a new printer, it should be back to a HP.

Deception

I lie on a regular basis, and unfortunately, all these lies are directed to my family members to avoid conflict of interests and needless arguments. I do keep some secrets; I believe everyone does, but I rarely lie to my friends.

Sigh.

I feel that puberty has hit me late

'His bold prediction, popularly known as Moore's Law, states that the number of transistors on a chip will double approximately every two years.' - Intel

Warning: Some minor technicalities in first two paragraphs.

I hail from a period of Pentium 4 computers (AMD was fairly popular too, but the Pentium 4 series had a very deep impression on me with their 'Intel inside: Pentium 4' metal plates on PCs). Macs were rarely seen. My first family PC was powered by AMD's Athlon (I think K7), followed by an Athlon 64 3500+ (still single core) after the former's demise. 2012, I am using a 2009 Core 2 Duo in an Intel-dominant market where Core i5s abound.

As average Joes, we are always far from the frontline of technology. We don't have the moolah; we don't have a need. Things are mostly advancing faster than our rate of adaption. Firms are always churning out new and increasingly similar product ranges to try to cater to every available consumer in the market. Typically, these product refreshes or new lineups comprise several models - sometimes with overlapping qualities -  each time, and we see these updates happening once or twice each year. Have you wondered why can't we have new software that can effectively utilise our current hardware setup? 'Hey my XP machine can't handle Vista' was a common grouse when Vista first emerged. To be fair, XP was a 12-year OS. But did Vista turn out to be a better option for us the computer novices?

Our society is emulating the progress of technology. It is moving forward; some values are discarded and some are clung on. Pre-martial sex was really, really taboo 10 years ago. Maybe it happened anyway but no one talked about it. But now we are more open about it. It has become more acceptable. While our parents look so disgusted about it, we don't find it a big deal. So who decides what values remained in our roots? How do you set your rules?

Is it correct that parents ought to go with the flow and learn new ways of educating their children? In the past, the cane/feather duster/broom was a powerful weapon. I used to nick the canes and hide them in my drawer (poor choice, I know). The skin would 'pop up' like veins after being whacked. I don't know if I learnt my lessons then; it just made me madder and want to break things. But we still did not shout at our parents in public and throw things at them.

My parents' and teachers' times were of being made to kneel on durian husks for punishment and making their way alone to school on Sec 1 registration day. Nowadays I see maids carrying bags for Sec 1 students. I guess that's okay too, after the NSF incident. However I am proud to say that Holy Innocents' Primary School, then under the firm but kind guiding hand of Mr Jimmy Tan (see Mr Sng too), stressed to students to carry their own bags.

Why do kids seem so bad as compared to our generation, or is it always like this; we seem bad compared to the previous generation? Are they old-fashioned? Will we become obsolete too? Should parents learn how to employ new methods of education to adapt to what their children have become? Or maybe the parents have already failed in fulfilling their role during a part of their children's growing up, thus having to turn to newer methods of parenting?

Been listening to 'Don't give a damn' on UFM 100.3~

New set of wheels

I got a couple of scrapes now due to poor cycling technique.

I bought a new bicycle! It's much bigger, smoother and in all ways better than the decade-old fixed gear bicycle we took out from the store recently. A small tip that you may know already; to remove rust from your beautiful chrome frame all you've to use is a scrunched up aluminium foil ball and some water. Prepare some kitchen towels/toilet paper to clean up.

I haven't been exercising for quite a long time because I am disallowed from high-impact activities for the upcoming few months, and the only aerobic exercises I do are jogging and swimming. "But swimming isn't high-impact, is it? Quite the contrary, in fact." Yeah, but I have developed a rather attention-seeking spare tire around my diaphragm area and I would like to keep that under wraps and away from public scrutiny for now. Haha!

I like how exercising kills my appetite for crunchy unhealthy snacks, but I always need to drag myself down.

“一日不见” “如隔三秋”

唉，还真是体弱多病啊。

xC's birthday party/35-minus gathering: And the gastric dude strikes again! And I can't find the medicine I got from the MO!

只有忍~ 忍好像是我的命运啦。好多想说的话一直封住嘴忍着不说，会不会变自闭啊。
所以只有在这里问了咯：
过得好吗？是胖了还是瘦了？有没有收到我去年年底的问候？有什么感触吗？

呵呵 我是忍者。

The worst time for gastric pains is outfield... My packing list for a stint in the forest always includes Gaviscon and MO-prescribed general stomach medicine.

画面

I have started a new blog (see left)! Well it's not new - about one and a half year since it made its quiet debut - but I have started building its content, and by doing so I hope I can be spurred on to keep doing it. Makes sense? Take a look first. It's not great but I'm trying to improve. If one day it becomes/seems great to you please do share with your friends.

You may notice that my titles often don't coincide with their corresponding posts, so I will put more effort into thinking up more relevant titles, rather than words that describe my current moods or recent experiences. In today's case, I am referring to the moving images that are conjured in my mind when I read fiction books.

Do most people read like this?

When I do, I have a (bad) habit of skimming over the words - especially if the action gets fast but the sentences react disproportionately - and put more concentration into the visualisation and emotions of that exact moment. I find that I get a richer experience overall than when trying to absorb each word or character.

My choice of books of late includes those in the《四大名捕》series by 温瑞安 and my first ever 古龙 novel:《七种武器》. So far my impressions are that these titles deviate slightly from the good-triumphs-over-evil stories of loyalty and brotherhood from 金庸 that many people wish they can see in reality (but if so then books will be written about worlds in which evil triumphs over good instead).

Here's a screenshot to end off:

Google Translate fail

Also, the Bluetooth on my laptop has started showing signs of defiance. My wireless mouse has been denied all rights and I am back to the trackpad. On the bright side, my trackpad allows dragging now!

Omu Rice

九把刀

Today I did many small foolish things, some seen and others concealed:

I mistook the curry that came with my lunch as soup and took a large spoonful of it. And I only connected the dots with the distinct taste of curry five seconds after I did this.

I followed the wrong agent into the working area of the office when I was job-seeking.

I came out at the wrong landing when taking a lift that only catered to three storeys.

I stood in aisles of toys looking for playthings that were created for less than half my age.

And things that went unspoken and yet hovered in the air.

And perhaps many others which went unnoticed by myself.

Sometimes I sleep late.

Because I can't sleep at earthly hours; I toss and turn going through the 'horrifying' experiences I underwent that day, and I always come up with a better solution to each problem, a better reaction to what somebody said, a better emotion that I should have felt. I 'day'-dream about my counterpart in an alternate universe. If you are interested, I can share my/their stories with you.

The only way to fall asleep then is to stay up late. Only when the body is wasted can you fall asleep more easily.

Lunch was an average Tonkatsu Curry Omu Rice and Tori Teriyaki Maki which sorely lacked its teriyaki-ness. And tori-ness. I managed to pass on my chopstick kungfu (and in return was enlightened with other knowledge). Had planned to have Soyato afterwards to wash it down, and a visit to the temple to ease the stomach, but an unplanned appointment forced me to discard my cards.

I've tried to keep myself engaged during my long break but somehow my efforts just keep breaking up. What constitutes a necessary evil and what is something that is only done for the sake of doing? I am a visionary enthusiast, with a short attention span and no backbone. There are things to be done and jobs to be had, yet these obligations are left hanging. Why are there so many constraints? Why does there only appear to be one narrow path before me. I am alone in a minefield, and I must help myself. But the path gets so narrow, I'm walking on  tiptoe. Then I'm walking on one foot, tiptoe. Then it gets too demanding and you would rather give up and just lie down on the minefield, ah, how momentarily comforting the cold, hard ground is going to be and then boom, you are blasted to unrecognisable debris.

Which is the right thing to do, and which is the easy way out? Is the easy way always the wrong thing?

Feel the fat

After a few months of proudly declaring how long-lasting my Nokia 6700 Classic has been, something ominous has finally occurred: the device takes pretty long to open a short message, and sometimes fails to open messages at all. But I don't swallow my words; I believe something is wrong with the SIM card. Time to spend that $15 to get the replacement I have been putting out for a while.

When you have no income or allowance, you feel the pinch more. So I've been thinking to re-contract to the iOne Value with a SMS value-added service:

iOne Value
- Plan $15                                 80 minutes, 50 messages
- Caller ID $5
- VAS $5.35                            600 messages
Total: $25.35

iOne Plus
- Plan $24 (discounted rate)      100 minutes, 500 messages
- Caller ID $5
Total: $29

I have a 30% discount on all mobile lines currently, and have not included the GST for the above. Idea?

:A Visionary Enthusiast:

Source: Dictionary.com

I was thinking of switching the positions of the links on the left to make a side profile of a face - the kind of face formed by the outline of vases, you know? But was too lazy to try.

Don't leave me to my own devices

There seems to be some correlation between sitting posture/eye-alignment to screen and mood changes. Slouching about makes for some procrastination and makes your brain a noisy void; sitting up at the table of proper height gives the thought processes more clarity.

Your habits interfere in your affairs. Having the television on drives away concentration but someone talking on the phone nearby isn't as bad. A messy desk appears to be fine but the mind is conscious of the clutter and stops you from being your creative best. A chair adjusted too low results in the edge of the palm-rest cutting into your wrists and less typing moxie. Putting snacks nearby pulls you away from your throne now and then. Through the windows people crossing the overhead bridge unknowingly demand your attention. The repeated swiping motions you make on your touchpad taut and restrict your muscles. You strain to see the bright screen in low lighting. Your brow tenses. Your eyes get dry, and bloodshot from the rubbing thereafter.

Your habits become you.

Poorly translated as: MOE seeks to encourage good conduct with Good Morality Award 

Today's newspapers. What in the world? And there it lies, proudly, as the headlines.

House arrest with internet

Doesn't my table make a nice background?

Packets of these are thrown away, alongside boxes of uneaten rations for the three meals catered for one 24 hours guard duty. Every time the wastage gets to me and I discreetly salvage one bag of neatly-packed coffee, disposable cups, or cup noodles; deep inside I was afraid of being seen as a niggard, though I believe most people possess a stash of 'Super' cup noodles taken from the guardhouse. Emergency rations for people like us who either miss the meal hours or fail to appreciate the indented consumables.

Right now I am under house arrest. Medical leave prohibits me from leaving the house and I am dependent on crutches/roller chair at home to move about. I have abrasions at the sides of my torso from moving about too much with the crutches but thanks to SAF powder the wounds clean up pretty fast. Seriously, I swear by SAF powder for all abrasions. I will always welcome house visits - but only in the day, unfortunately - for I become awkward between my folks and friends when they congregate in the same space.

Still reading? Awesome! Because this turned out to be a very disjointed and monotonous post. Nevertheless, I shall Soldier on. You may have discovered a series of new links at the side (<--). These help me pass the time when I am not playing a Chinese online game 神仙道 (if interested, join for free and add me as friend; my character name is 上官丝月). Yes, female character, I know.

'Soldier on' is the name I gave to 'Bring the Heat, Bring the Stupid' to give you an idea of what the link points you to. It is a really good military website that provides foreign news (mostly American I guess), be it policies, happenings or the opinions of the author and other writers. There is also a wealth of information on weapon systems and soldiering equipment of all scale. 'Researching' (Google) on the MATADOR HEAT brought me here, and further introduced me to more variants of anti-tank weapons such as the SPIKE, AT4 and the Javelin. As a weapons SME in SCS I was ashamed that I had no additional weapons training compared to the non-weapons dudes. Other than reading lesson plans (which were occasionally out-of-date), the Internet was a great buff to my theoretical know-how.

The food websites are excellent sources of food trails all over this sunny island, though I try not to read them nowadays to avoid getting hunger pangs. My waistline is gradually expanding back to pre-enlistment inches and I can feel the fitness levels dropping drastically. The physiotherapist estimates that I can go back to jogging in approximately three months' time; I hope I can still jog 2 km by then without passing out?

I also drop by Yahoo! News once in a while to keep myself abreast of local affairs, despite the occasional poorly-written article and sometimes dated news (olds?). I started reading Geekologie again as of yesterday: Jubilant posts spanning a wide variety of subject matters. It led me to several videos that I usually would not watch, such as short Lego stop motion films, slapstick Star Wars humour, cute girls playing good music, or unbelievable gadgets that actually exist.

Of course, I have never stopped reading physical books. Recently finished 'The Places in Between' by Rory Stewart and juggling two other books about Afghanistan. All three books let you look at the different aspects of the warring country that cannot be more unimaginable, through the eyes of the authors. Reading them together can be a good, if not messy, experience. Learning more about Afghanistan makes me pay more attention to what happens in other conflicted states in this 乱世, like Syria (Homs) and Libya.

Secret I

Let me share a secret with you: When I see people with underbite in public, I pay closer attention to them to see if they show signs of unease; small behaviours which betray their anxiety about having the condition. To see if we measure up.

*Poof*

世事无绝对

Man is there anything I hate more than when my trackpad fails to work?

Alright, trying out something today. I'm using the 'Justify' format for my text, to see if it will form better visuals. Did you notice that I like to start with 'alright' and 'okay'? I talk like this, so ?naturally? it finds its way into what I write too. The habit is obvious but I cannot get rid of it. Also, on another totally unrelated note, my trackpad doesn't allow me to drag things around. I can tap and click, just not click and hold and drag. And, sometimes it just stops tracking. Vaguely annoying.

Two other annoying things happened this morning momentarily hinted that today was going to be a bad day. I quickly dismissed the thought. I slurped milo on the floor and my crutch, and maple syrup immediately after that. Oh, the horror! Right. Breakfast was something I swore never to eat: Hotcakes from Mac's. 6 bucks for three pancakes did not fit my cost-benefit-analysis properly, but I mistook their 4 bucks burger-promo for this, so.

Notice the bare patch of skin, devoid of the usual curls.

Hope all turns out well.

Decisions, ulcers, and growing out

I have once, or twice, remarked to my cadets that "the only easy day was yesterday"; yet these supposedly easy days contain memories that keep coming back to haunt me.

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I successfully rigged my notebook to send video signals to my TV yesterday, by chance. Was so happy that I did a mini celebration by lying on the floor, looking up at the star- ceiling, and heaving a great sigh of relief. The harsh truth was that the computer rookie in me did not know how to change the settings for the video card so that it sends 1080p digitised signals to the TV, so my solution was to restart into OS X and change the settings there. It took me a minute or two to do it and then, I rebooted the system back into Windows and voila! Something that took me a couple of minutes in OS X took me 15 in Windows, and still couldn't get it to work. The only blame is on me, for using Windows on a Mac, without bothering to map the keyboard too.

So... The point is, I can now fully exploit the bigger screen my TV offers, to watch videos online. And if you want to, you can drop by my house to watch 'stuff' with me. ^^ Keep the unserviceable guy company, you know.

I had the honour of having Elvis and Tommy for companionship at The Meds at Orchard Central B2 for dinner tonight. I guess the conclave was not feeling ravenous as we did not order much nor were we feeling very adventurous. Mr E chose a Turkish hot plate chicken and mushroom, with tomato rice. Mr S placed an order for a thin-crust seabream and tomato pizza, Italian style. I felt indecisive and went for duck confit from the ?French? stall. Tiramisu and creme bulee to wash it down afterwards.

The tomato rice might have been authentic Italian food, but it didn't agree with our taste-buds. There is a butter rice alternative, which might have been a safer bet. According to Mr S, the seabream (some kind of fish) on the pizza tasted like chicken. I didn't like the look of the thin crust as I was a fan of Pizza Hut's thick, cheesy Pan Pizzas. The duck came with some unnamed vegetables, cheese, and a sprinkle of peanuts that taste better when consumed together with the duck. Overall, food was average and not too costly. There is no additional 10% service charge, only GST.

I don't know what is Mediterranean cuisine, but Wikipedia tells me it should be vegetable-dominant, and Meds was certainly not vegetable-dominant (good!). Shokudo beats Meds in term of variety, but it is still a pretty good place for a gathering of friends.

Cheers!

And then you walked out of my life without telling me

Went to Haw Par Villa today; not sure if I had gone there before when I was a kid. I always thought it was a mouldy and run-down place of interest marked for tearing down but hasn't been developed into something else yet because it has no value to add to. Well, if not for the 10 courts of Hell the visit might have been cut even shorter; I was pretty interested in what I would have to go through in my afterlife. Among the ghastly affairs I have to partake in would include: Digging out my heart, cutting off my tongue and if I recall correctly sawing of body into half.

Thereafter the assemblage headed off to Red Dot Design Museum to check out what kind of award-winning products advanced technology has brought us. What wow-ed me was this mini jigsaw puzzle ring, screw-less spectacles and a high-technology toilet bowl that possesses several auto-cleansing properties and a temperature-regulated seat. [Woo, "Shit just got real"]

The original plan was to proceed to Medz at Orchard Central for lunch but everyone was hungry so we settled on a close-by market/food centre. Had wanton noodles and pudding-style soya bean curd. Noodle shop is supposedly a recommendation of "成人杂志" back in 2000. That aside, I guess they are pretty good if they can stay around for more than 10 years. The soya bean curd, on the other hand, was a bit too watery. I figure it was just normal to have different stores catering to different taste-buds in this "modern soya bean curd" industry. Also, coincidentally, U Weekly did a two-page recommendation of various stalls selling soya bean curd for this week's edition. There was "老伴" from Old Airport Road, another stall from Maxwell Food Centre (which I tried, average, lady boss quite naggy), a Selegie stall at Toa Payoh and a couple others.

More dinners next week to look forward to!

Special Forces

Yes, that is the movie title. Not the most creative nor intriguing, but I had taken a special interest in warring states and conflicts of the like very recently, so I sort of watched this in a different light, like how Pakistan being a safe haven for Taliban (Taleban?) makes it difficult for ISAF soldiers and ANA to bring about permanent peace and security to Afghanistan, especially at the borders where trigger-happy Pakistani tribesmen at their observation posts threaten the lives of soldiers as much as the insurgents themselves.

Like how the most dangerous mission can simply be moving from one point to another in the dusty and mountainous regions of these two countries, where people live under the cruel sharia law and lives are lost at the blink of the eye. The Taliban rules with an iron fist and kills mercilessly. And I walked away thinking whether it was worth it. *SPOILER* Four lives in exchange for one French journalist? It's a bit like Saving Private Ryan in this sense. Except with more deaths and tragedy.

Occasional shouts of 'Welcome to Lenas!' that rang out in the restaurant sounded like 'Welcome to Venus!' to me; the server was pretty cool and fluent, the place was neat. The assemblage ordered grilled chicken pasta, bacon and mushroom baked rice, and smoked duck baked rice. Pretty alright, nothing spectacular; maybe because I wasn't ravenous! Normal prices. Water costs 30 cents.

Met with friends whom I haven't met for quite a while, hope to see them more often. Handsome Kevin lost weight, Beautiful Tanya was her usual petite self, and Indian Sarvesh was as hairy as ever. (:

Price-less movie screening

Yeah, Special.

Free screening of Mission Impossible 4!

With free cone of sweet popcorn!

This post, however, is geared towards the meal prior to the movie; Ciyi and I decided to meet for a bite and I chose Olive Vine for its value and location (Marina Square basement as the movie was at Suntec). Mr Wong chose a local fusion dish of chicken porridge in a bread bowl (ala carte price of S$7.00), not dissimilar to the "Golden Pillow" curry chicken, or clam chowder soup-in-sourdough concept. The 'cover' of the bowl is a piece of crispy yet soft garlic bread, and the thick porridge comes with a slice of hard-boiled egg. You can probably eat the bread like how you would with a fried dough fritter in the traditional Cantonese porridge.

I chose a more conventional plate of chicken steak (ala carte price of S$8.90) over a tomato-based pasta that had the options of spicy or non-spicy and three choices of meat: Chicken, pork or fish. The chicken steak, or chop, came with salad in mayonnaise dressing (nothing new there) with accompanying dry fresh lettuce, plus two large slices of good garlic bread. You can choose among pepper, mushroom and BBQ sauces to go with your chicken.

The food came piping hot and we dined quickly because it was pretty good (and we were running late for the movie). You can add S$2.00 for a large cup of beverage: Coffee, tea, lemon tea and something else; or upgrade your meal to a deluxe set meal with S$4.00, which offers a beverage and a dessert of the day. Ciyi thought the lemon tea (which he requested to be ice-less) was sufficiently strong but the dessert of the day (slice of carrot cake) was not big. I, on the other hand, ordered a big slice of tiramisu for S$4.90, WHICH WAS SO MUCH BETTER THAN VILLA DI PARMA'S S$12.90 BULLSHIT.

We are constantly warming up to each other

And yet the sad, unfortunate reality is that we took such a long time to learn how to tolerate each other. Understanding is still a great distance away, and acceptance occurs in a parallel universe.

We also give each other the cold shoulder at times, gossip and make jokes at the expense of each other. Other times, we are keeping to ourselves, absorbed in our little pizza boxes and sharing links across the Wifi instead of conversing across the room.

Constantly making effort to fit in; to be friendly; to be included, at my own expense and inconvenience, but still to end up like an uninvolved passerby, sticking out like a sore thumb. And so I believe this is the right moment to move on.

Needed some spare fabric

Bought so many of these during BMT eMart breaks.
Now can only wear in bunk.
Don't want to wear also, so ugly.