[[ Stickman & Stickbabe ]]

we're just two simple stickpeople who :-
met,
clicked,
hitched,
till death do us part...


[[ All I want in 2007... ]]

Seeing loved ones happy
Mission trips
Have a cute baby
Learn bridal makeup
Speak Camb/Viet
Pay off our housing loan!


[[ Leaving? ]]

~C-Cup : cupcakes from heaven... (perfect 4 parties)
~My Bali Photo Blog
~Melonbabe (my female sibling)
~Angelia (a kid i tutored, who grew up!)
~WZB (a woman with an expensive rock)
~Get Blobbed... (splish splash plop blobbe)
~My Primary School Classmate
~My pescatarian recipe blog
~Simplicity - making a difference in Kenya
~A visually delightful blog of a stranger
~Another visual treat...
Been read free hit counters by free-counters.net times!

Friday, May 12, 2006
My brother is a commando. It's so important sounding - commando. The creme de la creme of NS. Well, I suppose so, since at the POP of commando training, there was much fanfare and suddenly the ordinary-looking platoon of trainees poofed into their red berets and became dangerous full-fledge commandos. We're told proudly by the emcee that they had gone through the most rigorous training NS has to offer and survived.

I'll get a photo of the platoon up as soon as I can. Was experimenting with Stickman's SLR manual camera settings, as a result most pics are blur... but still I caught the action I mentioned in the above paragraph, just as a tiny mushroom cloud emerged from behind the platoon for dramatic effect. It was a smelly cloud as the wind changed direction and the whole cloud made straight for the spectators' tentage, making us cough.

We later took bus 29 to Changi Village Food Centre, where we celebrated his 'manhood' with seafood and satay. Out of his commando uniform, he became my little brother again - 9 years my junior.


stickbabe [ 2:33 AM ]