once again.

let's extend our arms and welcome back jh, frank, SIM, Gordon. haha. why, they're all one and the same. ever wondered how Gordon came about? anyway it was a name for good old sim jh a few years back. the old TEG(shaun, jh and me) were just hanging out after our usual supper at the KPT. walking over from there to jh's house, he asked us whether he should just an english name. you know, for business next time. he wanted to think of a serious name, one that adds weight and lends a certain maturity. so we gave it to him. Gordon. he hated it. so for us, it stuck. Gordon Sim JH. or rather Frank Gordon Sim JH now. haha, welcome back my friend. how's shanghai?

speaking of which, the accident yesterday was actually i suppose one of the luckier ones, i guess. since no one was really hurt in a gruesome way. the worst we saw of the 3 was a guy lying on the road, looking real dazed and bleeding from the nose and mouth. but somehow the thought of it struck me with numbing fear. it could've been alot worse, if not for their helmets. death is always gonna be a touchy subject. makes me remember about the time where my own army helmet saved my life. haha i bet none of you know of it, even TEG.

well, for those interested, it was during Ex. Spade in OCS then. digging trenches for 4 days and 3 nights in a row wasn't really very fun. it was in fact downright tiring. so much so that there are people who start hallucinating from lack of sleep. people who just collapse in fatigue and doze off halfway through digging. well my buddy and i were digging one such trench. it was the wee early hours of the morning of day 3, it was his turn to dig and mine to stay at the bottom to collect the loose soil he dug up to carry it to the surface. and so he was digging and i was collecting until i heard an ominous 'cunk' and got stunned for a moment. his hoe, the massive digging thing, hit my head. helmet rather. and left a mark there for all in the future to see. trust me, it wasn't easy to leave a dent in the army helmet, especially since it could deflect bullets. well, so out of concern, he stopped and asked me whether i was alright. thanks to the helmet i was and so i told him that i just need to sit for a while(recover from shock, heh) and so being the nice guy he was he sat to check if i was alright. well in the end, all i could say was, we were soon 5 hours behind everyone. oh oh, yeah, the moral of the story is that helmets saves lives.

anyway back to yesterday. national treasure is was quite a good show. with ms diane kruger. aka, ms helen of troy. aka, ms pretty hot according to cai. the story though was quite predictable actually. typical adventure thingy. the guys kept complaining it was so like angels and demons by dan brown. always following clues running around the world. etcetc. i wouldn't know. i don't read. all i know is the national treasure, which was 'too great for any one man to have, even the king', was such a obscene amount of bling that it made my lil heart flutter. for a moment. and to top it off, we saw star wars 3 trailer. dubbed revenge of the sith. ms natalie portman. beauty with brain personified. 'Lord Vader..', 'Yes, my master.(in that asthmatic voice)', 'Arise.' oooh, such ominous words.