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Hell March II - Westwood
Die Waffen, legt an!!
The long awaited Red Alert 3!
You don't get paid to help, you PAY to help...
I really don't know if I should be happy or angry. Right now I'm not angry, I'm FUMING. Let's talk about the convert I helped at Vivo. It was fun with all the cheering and stuff. Mass dance was pretty cool, and the different bands that performed really rocked the place. I had a fun time dancing, screaming and cheering with friends and people in JJC whom I don't really know. The concert was pretty cool, and I think I enjoyed it more than if I were just part of the audience. Ok, now for the unpleasant part. Read on if you want to, but a word of caution, EXTREMELY STRONG LANGUAGE WILL BE USED.
Don't say that I did not warn you, you'd better be FUCKING that you want to read on.
Like my title said, you don't get paid to help. I don't expect any payment period. Not even CIP hours. BUT, I didn't sign up to FUCKING PAY to help. SW CDC can be renamed to SW DCB. DCB means dua chee bye. No translation required. The logistic team are totally FUCKING RETARDS. THINK MORONS, rainwater FLOWS. Rain? What is it? It is a high atmospheric precipitaion event caused by critical accumulation of WATER molecules, WATER IS A FUCKING fluid at above zero degrees Centigrade. So there was this tent for us to put our bags into. Some idiots thought that a covering is enough to waterproof the area. My question is WHAT ABOUT THE FUCKING DAMN FLOOR YOU CHEE BYE BASTARDS? Well the logistic people decided to use my, and a few others', bags as a FUCKING ground sheet. LEARN YOUR TENTAGE SKILLS FUCKERS. Why do tents come with a waterproof piece of shit? It's called a ground sheet. It allows the water to FUCKING flow under the damn stuff, so they don't get FUCKING WET! Guess what? I have a piece of paper inside a thick lined pencil case, which is inside my sling-bag's main compartment, which is surrounded by 4 layers of THICK FUCKING NYLON. The piece of paper was wet. NOT DAMP BUT FUCKING WET. My MP3 player was in a side pouch. POUCH, NOT COMPARTMENT. THE WHOLE FUCKING CHEE BYE DEVICE WAS MOISTED OVER. THOSE DAMNED FUCKERS ARE LUCKY THAT MY MP3 IS STILL FUNCTIONING.
That's all. So now you know why I'm so damn angry. You think this is vulgar? This is not even my full-fledged anger yet. Wait till I get down and dirty with insulting your life, character, family, ancestors, relatives, weaknesses and whatever. Of course this is not meant for you the reader, but for you, if you are the pathetic organic ooze.
Today
Well, nothing much to say, except thay JY playing WoW right now so I cant login. I might as well blog. Today, I had a fun time doing homework, because its GP essay! YAY! Ok lar, maybe not so fun, but it's still essay writing nonetheless. I like writing. Or typing for the matter. GP tutor ask for 2 paragraph response to whether the arts is necessary in society. Gonna submit a 800 word essay haha. Maybe can crap a bit make it 1k words. Today also kena pang seh. Say go sell ticket together at 3.30 then leave liao never tell me... End up sit there like a dumb *=)*.
Feeling so depressed... Got a sick feeling yet not really sick. Must be the two physical ed lessons. Seriously out of shape from WoWing through out December. Suddenly I had this thought. What if everything is fake. The friends I have are but a figment of my imagination. I might just wake up in a bare white room one day, and some guy walks in and thanks me for participating in some weird out experiment. Then all the memories of my 'actual' life comes back and I realise I 'lived' 17 years in maybe 17 hours. I might not even be human at all.
Or maybe one day, I wake up and everyone becomes hostile. All my friends are out there acting nice and waiting for the kill... What would I do? What would YOU do? Life leads to death which give room for more life. Which again leads to death... Why don't we all just die and don't propagate? Save us all a lot of trouble. No need for food, water, education, economic problems, crime, medication, land. The less intelligent animals might actually be better off without two-legged fools destroying their homes. For all I care, the earth might just explode. So where does all our hard work go? Probably some alien's classroom project work about idiots working hard just to meet an explosive end. Until their planet explodes as well... Why do I care? Why am I here? Only the great scientists, pragmatists and what not will leave behind a legacy. For the rest of us, we just go. No one cares if we were hardworking people or drug addicts. We are just 'The Populace'. Yet without us, there is no society. Ironic ain't it? But who cares. If I disappear overnight, friends would probably be upset for a while. Then I'll be a memory. Someday they will forget I ever existed. So my point is, why the heck we do what we do? What if we don't? And who are the ones that matter? Should the rest of us just leave?
Wow, I can't believe I actually crapped so much in 15 minutes. Well, I guess I was ranting again. I can't believe you actually read till this line... Well so much for now. I wonder if you'll remember me 70 years later or this post I wrote just a few years into the future. Better sleep now. Mass dance @ vivo tomorrow!
More random stuff...
Just wanted to say thank you to og12. The testimonial thingy is gonna stay with me for a long time. It reminds me of what people think of me, and it really helps. One look and it's enough to make me happy for hours. Thanks guys!
I'm rich!! Yea tts me, nt some1 else. Cape is +10 luk and sauna robe +15 luck haha. kandayo scrolled myself WA37! =P
The Times of My Life
The four years just passed so quickly. As usual, the sands of times simply slipped through your fingers and escape your grasp. I can still remember the day I first stepped into RVHS. Everyone complained that the school looked dilapidated, secretly of course. It wasn't that bad though it was pretty run down. Strangely enough, that campus held some of my fondess memories. I wanted to join NCC, but changed to NPCC as I'll experience NCC during NS (to people who don't know these terms, too bad!).
It was tough at the beginning, with us learning how to do push-ups. The first few months were pretty tiring, with tonnes of physical activities like PT of which most of us were not used to. Then came ITC 'o3. To say it was tough was like calling a mountain a hill. I sincerely believe that it was that very first camp that forged our friendship, and made us one squad, not a group of 28 people acting weird.
I still remember Zi'Ang saying something behind an NCO's back and then kena pump. It was kind of funny actually as he said it quite loudly and was not out of earshot yet. Speaking of him, I'd like to say that he has changed a lot. My class was practically at war with him due to his attitude and it never ended till we went our ways for sec 3. I was in the same class with him through sce 3 and 4. He can still say things which irritates, but I think he lost his arrogance. So to Zi'Ang if you ever read this, good luck and all the best.
Then came ATC 'o4, which was held at Pualu Ubin. Tiring though, but it was fun to the core. The best moment was when we were done erecting our tent (we as in Eric, Raymond, Jinyu and me. were there more?), and turning to see others still struggling and when all the tents were up, ours was aligned with the wind, was the straightest, and was the most outstanding one. I guess that's why we were chosen for Campcraft Competition in 2006. Then of course there was the ration packs and the super-hard-to-light solid fuel. We could not use lighters. Rules and stuff. There was trekking and land orienteering. There was an unsual obstacle course. Oh yes, there was the carrying of the filled jerry cans in the then PA which is now known as HTA. I don't know how many litres each can held but it was heavy, very heavy.
The next year just went by, and soon we organised ROD 'o5. The change of command ceremonial parade that day made us NCOs. It was a proud moment, watching the various squad ICs and CCA heads of my squad and the previous NCO squad carry out the ceremony. I became the head of publications. It was fun being a photographer, capturing all the various moments worth remembering. Before long, we went through the parade again, but this time, it was a moment of sadness. The NCO status that we once held with pride had the prefix 'ex-' added to it.
The 'O' levels came soon after. There was the stress and what not, but it was fun and there is this rewarding feeling after having done self-study with friends from 8am to 5pm. Inevitably, the examinations became memories, as they are to me now. The next big thing was graduation night. With everyone dressed-up so formally for what seemed like a black-tie dinner, it amazes me how much older we are now. It was suprising how clothing can change a person's appearance. The guys looked like young business men and the girls like celebrities. We took our last squad photo that day.
I finally realise how true is the phrase 'united we stand divided we fall' is. As a squad and as a band of friends, we were strong. Now that we've gone our seperate ways, the feeling is fading and will soon be gone. New friends will come, as fate has it, but nothing can ever bring back the sweet intoxicating feelings. The friendship we had were forged by time and pain. The trainings we endured together hardened the bond. Nothing can stand against time and sooner or later, time will chip away at the bonds, weakening it as we drift apart. If I ever had another family, RVNP is like none other. In fact it is like my other family, in which we are all brothers and sisters. Unfortunately, this family had to leave the nest and can never return to stay. Out in the open, it will be hard to be together anymore but I hope we can stay in touch. I think it is fate that brought us together, and I am thankful that our paths converged for four short years.
The memories will be with me, and I draw strength from them. And that I will do till even memories cannot stand against the corrosion of time. I will gladly do anything to bring back the days, may it be PT till I drop dead. I just hope that someday, we could all be together once more.
IF I CAN TURN BACK TIME I WILL GLADLY SO SO
IF TIME WERE A PERSON, I WILL STAB HIM DEAD
IF ONLY TIME REPEATS ITSELF
My dear dear time, DAMN YOU F***ER!
The Policeman is Watching Porn
Because They Make the Laws (check this out)
Sir, you are under arrest for possession of porn, bla bla bla, yak yak yak. You may choose to speak but note that what you say from now forth could and would be used against you in court.
Sounds familiar? CSI and what f*** they have out there about the law. So now our big bro the Uncle SAM(stinking assed mother*profanity*) comes out with new tech. That's right! It's called Backscatter X-Ray. Cool name eh? Now you know what motivates scientists to invent new stuff. The same old animalistic call to the propagation of the species.
So in the name of SECURITY and JUSTICE they produce a machine capable of penetrating clothes and revealing you. Totally. So what happened to SECURITY and JUS-f***ing-TICE? I feel so secure knowing that they are there oogling at nude people. Sure there are just-minded people working the scanners that look out for bombs and not bombshells (slang for pretty women). But can you tell if they are not some psychopatic pedophile during an interview? So ladies and gentlemen, we are now safe from terrorists! YAY! Now we enter the world of us being unwilling porn stars. WOOHOO! Ain't that abso-f***ing-lutely great? They can rename scanner room to masterbate room or something with that connotation.
Well the AUTHORITIES(Asshollically Useless Team of Hags Operating Real-time Internet and Telephony to providE Sex-videos) claim that they can blur the areas around sensitive areas to prevent outrage of modesty. Sure go trust them. I trust them like I trust a weatherman or an armed terrorist with every reason to shoot. They can take their jolly machine and stuff it up where the sun never shines. Better yet if the machine is too big to fit without tearing their assholes. That's why I never like to travel and prefer the good old way of the 'all-seeing eye', a.k.a. the Internet. Why go visit the country where the dumb f***s created this porn generator? Just view it through the Internet or Discovery Channel.
Welcome to the world of dictatorship, ahem, I mean the world governed by 'laws' upheld by 'righteous and responsible(doesn't rape begin with the letter 'r' as well?)' policemen. Go join the police force if you like underage porn, and go f*** yourself while you're at it. So you can expect policemen(ahem voyeurs) dragging huge grey metallic boxes and scanners to education centres claiming that there is a terrorist in the midst and demand every student, depite being under 18, to go through the scanner. You better do what they say, because they are the LAW.
To people who invented this, go f*** yourself, then your mother and father, then your ancestors' dead bodies. While you're at it, why don't you die in the most painful, embarassing and gruesome way possible? Try Final Destination for tips on how to kill yourself. Scientists. F*** that, I meant porn addicts.
New Beginnings...
Well, it's goodbye 2006 and hello 2007. I haven't been posting for quite a while... World of Warcraft is very fun you know(or addictive in a sense). Day 1 of school in JJC was, well, boring. Lots of talks and briefings. The norm. On Thursday, the JJC Orientation Camp began. It ended today and I'm blogging while feelings are fresh and memories still bold. I'd like to say that it was fun, but I can't. It is more than fun. It was truly amazing and that is an understatement. The camp leaders did an exceptional job at preparing the activities and the organisation was seamless. The decoration around the school and in the hall for JJ Night was superb. The attention given to details was really touching. I've not seen anything like this in my secondary and primary school, and I think it really reflects the leaders' efforts. It is not easy trying to run a camp. Being from an UG CCA, I've attended around twelve camps and this is my thirteenth. In most I was a camper and the rest as a leader myself. Things screw up, they always do. The JJ OGLs and SCs were apologetic for some screw-ups during the camp. I don't think anyone should accept their apology. Not because I'm heartless, but it was totally unnecessary. I ask myself if I enjoyed the camp and the answer is a definite yes. It's the best "non-(physical)training" camp so far. So what if there were hiccups. The important thing is that we had fun. And fun we truly experienced. Just ignore those 'whiner-babies' who live up to the Singaporeans' (a handful of the populace) so-called talent at lodging complaints.
So what if the camp is tough. It is a damn camp so if you expect it to be a comfy one, you can bang your head on a wall, with spikes. The food is prepared so be happy, and so what if you ate only biscuits for one bloody meal. Try rationing your food, with FIVE other people. We actually had a flat ground and air-conditioned rooms to sleep in. So what if you have short sleeping hours. These whiners should try my CCA camps at Pulau Ubin. Lights-off at 0100. Sentry duty for 45 minutes at around 0300. Possible fire drills. Assembly at 0530 followed by morning physical training which is much more than just warm-up stretchings and a couple of push-ups and sit-ups. I won't say that it makes me rugged or tough or anything. I'm sure that there are other people out there who have endured more. But my point is that it is strange how people perceive the camp as uncomfortable.
The camp leaders suffered more than we did and that's for sure. They were such nice people that I just wished that they didn't have to go through all that but had more fun instead. The student leaders in my Sec 3 adventure camp were insufferable. They were overzealous and overbearing. Some only, I must emphasize, not all. They didn't earn my respect. I cheered because I had to and because I found it fun doing so with my friends. The OGLs were different. I did not cheered for friends or for the sake of doing so, but because it was fun. The OGLs made it fun. Unfortunately, things seek an equilibrium here on Earth. The leaders paid for our enjoyment. I just wish that they didn't have to.
Enough about that. Now about the friends I found in OG12. I wasn't as friendly as I could be on the first day. Well that's me. Just shaddup and watch until I'm sure whether I should participate or mix around. Thanks to Lih Wei, I had someone to gay aound with while observing. He's a great guy. Funny too. Just add him to sufficient oxygen and you'll have me laughing till I'm hysterical. In fact my hands and legs were numb when I finally managed to stop. Well, my only regret was that I didn't have fun on the 1st day. Being a UG member, I didn't join in the cheers. I should have. Well, the GESians(the spelling's right?) were totally whack. They were the liveliest bunch of people I've ever met. I was insecure and not sure if I should join in. If they were another NPCC squad, same area or not, I would have cheered with them. Only during the evening of the 2nd day of the camp did I join in. It was as if something changed. Perhaps it's because I'm done observing. It was fun and these memories will always be there with me. I had many firsts during the camp. First time sleeping in an air-conditioned bunk. First time cheering with strangers on my third day of acquantance. First time I actually learnt so many mass dances. First time dancing for so long with a girl and not 'gaying' around. In fact it was the first time that a girl wanted to sit and talk to me. I had never dared to that before, not that I was gay before (the gaying was sort of a male bonding thingy =P). And it's gonna be the first time I sat on another guy's lap (my hands aren't long and it's the only way I guess lol). And it's definitely the first time I'm caught on tape doing that. And the first time that I'm caught doing that on a tape that's going to be in a documentary broadcasted across China. Well, at least more people know me now haha.
And here's a song I learnt and will try never to forget.Tonight I remember, the times spent together
The joy and the laughter that we shared
Tonight we cherish the moments spent together
Because it's the only one we had
Turn around and see our smiles
This is where we all belong
I'll remember the times, we spent together
Until my last December
OGLs I want to thank you all for everything, and for your 200% that you placed into the camp. OG12 will always be the best. Rock on!