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Hell March II - Westwood
Die Waffen, legt an!!
The long awaited Red Alert 3!
Oh it saddens me so to see my friends all packing their stuff and moving on to NS. The 6 years we had known each other built such strong bonds that I dare say we treat each other like borthers, well at the very least, I do. Two weeks may seem short, and their confinement period will be over in a blink of an eye. But what really makes me sad is that we cannot go through this together, sharing stories, blood, sweat and tears back in the good old days. Being higher on the command chain and coaching has took me away from what I aways knew was the best part of life: to be there with friends, sharing their pain and them sharing yours. Yes I know this sounds very emotional but I had to get this off my chest. I would give anything to get a clean medical report and join them in this newest conquest.
Maybe the squad chalet put me in this mood. Come to think of it, we probably won't be sharing such good times together anymore, at least not for the next two years. My closest friends are all booking-in in the coming days. Most of all I want to wish Raymond the best of luck for your commando training. It's gonna be tough but I know your mentally and physically strong. Like a 2 weeks NPCC camp that I'm really missing out on. It is through adversity that moulds the lasting bonds. Congratulations to KA for clearing NAPFA too! I know this came a little late, but still... Find strength in the new friends that you will make in-camp, but don't forget this lonely idiot sitting here emoing =D. I look forward to hearing all your stories on CNY! All the best and take care! Here's a song that inspired me much: World by Five for Fighting! Ondrasik is possibly one of the best REAL singers out there. And here are the lyircs. Got a package full of WishesA Time machine, a Magic WandA Globe made out of GoldNo Instructions or CommandmentsLaws of Gravity or Indecisions to upholdPrinted on the box I seeA.C.M.E.'s Build-a-World-to-beTake a chance - Grab a pieceHelp me to believe it What kind of world do you want?Think AnythingLet's start at the startBuild a masterpieceBe careful what you wish forHistory starts now... Should there be people or peoplesMoney, Funny pedestals for Fools who never payRaise your Army - Choose your SteepleDon't be shy, the satellites can look the other wayLose the Earthquakes - Keep the FaultsFill the oceans without the saltLet every Man own his own HandCan you dig it baby? What kind of world do you want?Think AnythingLet's start at the startBuild a masterpieceBe careful what you wish forHistory starts now... Sunlight's on the BridgeSunlight's on the WayTomorrow's CallingThere's more to this than Love What Kind of world do you want?What Kind of world do you want?What Kind of world do you want?Think AnythingLet's start at the startBuild a masterpieceHistory Starts Now, Start's now! Be careful what you wish forStart Now..
It's half-way done! 5days over and 5days left. It's definitely killer papers so far... General Paper had few common topics and no environment which was devastating for environ muggers. Maths is hard, as usual... I suck at maths but could manage past year papers, this is the ultimate demoraliser. Biology had tonnes of concept-based but out of syllabus examples that asked you to suggest answers. Anything goes except that that's not really the case... Chemistry gave us a mild breather and maths paper 2 was surprisingly easier, I hope... And now we wait for the remaining subjects. Econs, Chem and Bio left and time to head off to Comic Conn for you know whats. As of now, I'm fucked.
Ok 1st of all please don't ever switch restaurants again... very paiseh one that's why I'm a bit erm you know. Well I just don't get it, going out with my secondary school friends always make me damn happy, almost as if I can escape from my current school. Even Eric noticed that I seemed happier when I was back in JJC; could have been due to orientation time but likely not. True that I have made a few friends here in CJC but I guess it's the subtle feeling that most people that I know don't really want to know me. My CCA had been a place of great pain, with almost everyone ignoring me if they could, and they could if I didn't make it into the team. Well enough blabbering over this.
The squad outing was fun and it's good to see them again. As Eric forgot his camera, we used my dad's bazooka. Of course there were many ninjas in the night who wanted to buy it. Speaking of which, one ninja was so dumb as to wear striking green and stand in front of our bags the moment the lights were turned off at 10pm. Seeing the way he/it scrambled off when I coughed excessively loudly behind him/it, you know what it wanted to do. Moron. I've tried uploading the photos but Blogger seems too slow, or maybe the file sizes are too large... MSN Sharing Folders aren't exactly working either..... I'll try uploading some other day perhaps.
Tell me why I really don't like my institution of learning and the roomates who I learn together with? A few exceptions of course. But the general attitude sucks big time. Eric told me how his PRC classmates postpone the flight back to CHINA, yes it's that far away, just to attend Grad Night for HCI. And what of my class? NIL. ZIP. A few can't go due to overseas trips and unforeseen events that clashed. My sympathies.
What kind of argument is "class chalet is cheaper and more fun than Grad Night"?!? Seriously for starters, THAT'S EXACTOMUNDOLY WHY THEY HAVE DIFFERNT DAMNED NAMES. And of course one is formal and the other is not, and I heard a smartass reply of wearing suit and tie to chalet. Guai lan much? And it's not even funny 'guai lan'-ness to begin with. Grad Night is possibly the one and only time to see our friends at their best and is the closure to this chapter of our education. Perhaps this kind of things don't exist from whereever you came from.
Yes you may wonder why I'm so worked up over a simple event. Simple. Cause I'm so damn disappointed in this class. You asked for togetherness and this is how you act. After chalet, I doubt I'll hold contacts to this class, tenuous at best. This class I can say that only a few that I do trust and are friends. The rest are at best acquaintances. No I won't name them but they will know who they are.
I wonder why I'm closer to my NPCC friends than my JC. I really wonder..... And the more I spend my time with them, the more I hate this damned place. I don't doubt there are good people in there. But too many are immaterial, friendly and likely not too at the same time. Yes my temper may not be the best but at least I mean what I say, and my anger is usually self-directed and if not, in righteous defense.
So there.
I laughed, I joked and choke away tears
For its much darker as I always feared
As what others may seem to see
Is not what's truly to be
There's just too much as I take them in
Leaving them in a place unseen
Much to much for my weary mind
Oh I try to just get by
I try and oh I try, yet I wonder why
There seems so much within
Wanting to come out, trying to
Trying to
Make a statement in anger
And pain
For not I will go insane
For hate and regret have been bottled up
Alongside all the other stuff
Stuff that I try to stay away
But no they have float up in my mind
Like a hedgehog people can't get near
Hurting others is something I fear
For when it comes uncontrolled, long denied
It's not a pretty sight
I try and oh I try, yet I wonder why
There seems so much within
Wanting to come out, trying to
Trying to
Make a statement in anger
And pain
For not I will go insane
I've tried so hard to get rid of these feelings and be stronger
Yet all I get is wronger, day by day, it's just too much
For one person to hold within, to even let it out
I tried yes I tried, to hold my anger
But there's just too much within
Wanting to come out, trying to
Trying to
Make a statement in anger
And pain
For not I will go insane
And when I do
I will be your bane....
Beep beep, system initialising...
Data stream incoming...
Receiving transmission:
This reporter has been observing this firestorm searing the face of Erath. And from the ashes of this maelstrom will be born a New World Order. Well... at least until the next newest one takes over that is.
Reporting live from Erath to Earth.
First up we have Moronsia - Budallah is being pressured by Waran to quit his post as Prime Punchbag. Much crap has surfaced over his inability to control the cabinet especially the closet skeleton that decided to use Insipid, Silly-baseless Arrest(ISA) powers. This came about after a minister of the majority race decided to call the minority race squatters. This was most intelligent indeed (reletivistically of course if you know what I mean), insulting the races that are backbone of the economy.
This comment was recorded by a reporter of the victim race, and was arrested for stirring racial discort under ISA. Yeah sure and the jackass got away with suspension. Police however reported that she was not arrested but was taken in for her own 'safety' due to threats. Gee now how would a day in protection prove effective and why the heck would an agry dude threaten the police and not his target? Naw the police can't be lying now can they? Of course not!
An MP of similar race was arrested for making seditious comments sometime back heard by someone unknown. And Moronsia became the first country to enter a temporal paradox! To not let her say seditiuos comments, she must be arrested so that she would be afraid and to show the police will do so, and thus in the past she would know that and not say such things, and since she did not do so, the police must arrest her still to make sure she could not have said seditious things, despite questionable sources, when she most probably did not, but was arrested just in case. Make sense? No? That's why Moronsia.
And onto Nicha, the one and only country in the world that would kill their own for profit. As most economist will know all rational firms long run objective is to maximise profits through product differentiation and cost minimisation. So our most uncruel and not inhumane Nicha milk companies decided to add chemicals into their milk to boost nitrogen levels, based on to detect protein levels. This is called product differentiation. Lo and behold, it gives you kidney stones. With new and improved formula, babies are now equipped sedimentation filtration systems in their kidneys. This increases the efficiency of their kidneys, if they don't die from it that is. Therfore profit maximisation!
And in UHBB(refer to TCP II - 01), their economy is crashing to an all new low due to unprecendented stupidity and greed. Their removal of the policy to seperate public and investment money, in place after the Mighty Impression, caused money from the public sector to burn after smart ass investments. Like loaning money to people who probably can't afford to return you anyway. Stupid much? Thanks to the UHBB jsackshit brains and greediness, the whole damn world is gonna burn.
With much turmoil in Erath, one thing can be sure, a New World Order will be established after the firestorm has settled.
End Transmission.....
Yep decided to post the message from a reporter in Erath unedited, unmodified by non-sarcasm.
Beep beep, went my idiot-sensor. Once again I'm receiving new from Erath! This time it seems that a Moronic Representative(MR) of the Ah Monk Gio GRC decided to dampen the mood of Pingasore's recent, and much exaggerated, sucess at the Molypics. She fired the team manager that was the man behind the victory. Smart move! Not to mention the head coach's future would be "deliberated uppn". What a tard.
The MR drew flak from the public, and her most supportive government pressured her, most probably out of self-preservation. She recently issued an apology to the nation and declared the matter closed. Seems familiar isn't it? The Minister of Homesweethome Affairs allowed the meekest, mildest, most undangerous man to walk free, and issued a statement "expressing regret", which by the way, is not an apology. He too declared the matter closed. Why don't I go to your house, take what I want, and burn the house down, then go to court, express regret while looking totally guailan and declare the matter closed. Works too doesn't it? This way Pingasore saves a lot of money by not hiring judges anymore!
Apologize much lately, oh great and benevolent, and totally not hated politicians of Pingasore? Why not load some One Republic music into your eyePords, namely: Apologize.
First of all, let me congratulate the team that represented Singapore at the Olympics Table Tennis events which led to the acquisition of a Silver medal. No mean feat, in my opinion, when we are up against table tennis powerhouses China and Korea. This is a national pride, our grand moment. And celebrate it we should: our smart investment plans.
All the bickering over how our national players consist of foreigners that we bought, senseless. The world is doing it, and if you don't follow, you might as well quit. Because face it, the world is changing, and since money becames a carrot-on-a-stick, fuck it, buy more people over please. After all, how many local parents are willing to let their child neglect studies and throw their whole future into sports?
A new reason surfaced today that proved why foreigners are sometimes better than locals. Let me at this timely juncture thank our Table Tennis Association president, Ms Lee. Not only did she dismissed the team manager who was behind the Silver Medal after so many decades, the head coach, Mr Liu, may possibly face the same fate. A wise decision indeed, getting rid of the people BEHIND the Olympic success of Singapore, most wise indeed. Let me suggest other changes that you can make to our country's ageing infrastructure:
1. Top students from all national examinations must be denied entry to the best institutions, instead they should be sent for hard labour training.
2. While you're at it, may I suggest you fire the brilliant minds that taught these students.
3. Fire the government since they are the best people for the job.
4. Best employees of the months to come in all firms must have their pay lowered.
All these suggestions I have humbly suggested are in line with your current line-of-action. After all, aren't you getting rid of the best people for the job? Why not do it across the board too? If the sarcasm isn't obvious enough I suggest you stop reading in English and learn some other languages instead. I recommend Sanskrit. Consider this post a protest against the oh-so-wise and timely decision made by another local talent. Read the Sunday Times if you are still wondering what the heck I'm talking about.
Once again, I find myself in another rat race... Of course, it is necessary since Singapore is a meritocratic society, and qualifications count right? No. You're so fucking wrong. The examination system has undergone years, maybe eons, of painstaking finetuning. Yes much painstaking effort indeed. Painful on the part of the students. Why, you might ask. A fine question deserves the short and sweet answer: It's fucked. Comprendo senòr?
As time passes, students get smarter and the examinations begin to lose their viability. So when the cheers of students that aced the exams reaches a crescendo, the finetuning elements kick in to kill off the next batch of students. I have no problems with raising the bar over and over, but what really irks me is when silly, and almost retarded criteria are added. That would be a time-limit. True, the invigilators cannot sit and stare at you the whole friggin' day as you complete your paper. But what is happening now is the infuriating shortage of time that is killing students. You may have the knowledge and can probably ace the paper, but that oh-so-merry ticking of the clock cuts you off before your immense intelligence can be put to good use. I seriously doubt our future jobs require us to complete an essay or a calculation within ten minutes. Datelines are there, but they are relatively resonable and doable. Writing three essays, each with a shitload of pages, within an hour or two?
Time-limits are not the only irritating things that adorn this blasted system. Language is another major killing factor, and no I'm not talking about subjects centering on the analysis of a language. It's about how the idiotic questions are phrased with double-negatives and poor-phrasing leading to unclear meanings. How many times have you read a question and scratch your head wondering just what the fuck the examiner wants? Those are the situations I'm talking about.
So here I am once again, assimilating new and refreshing old knowledge about the inner-workings of organisms, the ancient-old art of counting now with GCs and fanciful equations, the chemical fundamentals of matter and the stupid things governments do to make you more productive(pay less, work more). And for what purpose? Curiosity? Future job security? Or living someone else's dream? None of the above. The Singapore examination system is about cramming tonnes of useless information, that you're not even the least interested in, into your brain and spit it out as fast as possible in the exam halls. Then they print a flimsy piece of paper with your name on it. After that, you go to university and then off to work. And then you wonder: just how the fuck does calculus and the myriad of enzymes you studied about fit into your job as a successful CEO?
On Erath, the countries regularly hold sporting events, to provide a meatgrinder so representatives from all countries can pound each other into the ground. The most popular, and most followed sporting event would be the Molypics. A tetra-yearly event, all countries participate in order to gain fame, glory, pay athletes, and mostly to waste taxpayers hard earned money.
Let us look at the Stardate 80.80.80 Jeibing Molypics held in Nicha. The problem was that Nicha was having a minor internal problems in Betti. Betti wanted to break away from Nicha for stupid, insipid reasons like: the border around Betti looks like an asscrack. Yes it's that stupid. Nicha having being recognised as a sovereign country by the Failed Do-gooders (FD is somewhat similar to our UN, NOTE: SIMILAR NOT EQUAL) can and should do whatever it can to repress this uprising. And of course the friend of all countries, protector of the world, the supreme one and only United Hypocrites of Bullying Buttpudding(UHBB) will and, by their own sense of morality as warped as it is, had to scold Nicha for being unkind to its citizens. Yes it's the same UHBB that told the world to fuck off and let them abuse minority races and immigrants. In a totally unpolitical, totally fair move, many people protested against what Nicha was doing within it's borders, sovereign borders I might add. It will be totally acceptable since it's advice from Buttpudding, and the world seems to agree with Buttpudding. Even Phrance, an anti-UHBB country, agreed with UHBB that Nicha should let Betti breakaway, mostly assgas declaration from its newly elected, sexually-active president.
This situation does remind me of when UHBB advised the Shovert Union to grant freedom to its states. Look what happened to the Shovert Union? It broke up, and UHBB was saddened as it lost a big fat target for nukes and other non-devastating, just simply deadly weapons. Where else can it point its unimaginably and incredulously expensive and extravagent guns to? Nicha of course. With total disregard to rights to sovereignty, the government and the media continued to report on how cruel Nicha was treating the Bettians. Did I mention the unprovoked war UHBB is still fighting in Qira, killing people everyday? Bull-fucking-shit.
Let the Molypics begin! With a spectacular opening ceremony, Nicha started the 8002 Molypics held in its capital city, Jeibing. But spectacular was expected since Nicha dumped $60billion into this event. A total waste, UHBB says. Let's compare... Nicha spent a one-off $60b to bring the world together in the name of peace. UHBB spends $114b YEARLY to maintain its warmachine that has killed so many, and waged so many wars that it can be described as an obscenely rich industry. A little about economics and fiscal policies. While countries inject money into its economy to boost it, it can be injected in many forms. One is a direct injection, ie. subsidies and Make-you-happy packages. Another way that UHBB most favors is the conversion of people into money. Literally. By injecting money into its war industry, each person killed is a bullet that needs replacing. Imagine the millions they have murdered. Lucrative indeed. After you pass it through the multiplier process of course. But enough of this. The UHBB can do what it wants, only Nicha cannot. After all, this is called freedom, democracy and sovereignty.
When attacked on two points, Nicha didn't buckle. Not even close. Its people came closer together to hate those Cockasians bastards. Timely, I might add, and finally indeed. The morons have decided to rouse the insanely large, friggin Cockasian eating machine. Awesome move, dumbasses, most splendid indeed. So the Cocks had no choice but to band together and find fault with every single Molypics athlete that Nicha fields. From condescending commentary to media reports on how their athletes were underage. Guess the Cocks aren't as educated as they pose to be, especially on racial biological traits like average HEIGHT and rate of MATURATION. Of course Nichan female gymnasts look much younger than Cockasian females. It would have been obvious if those silly bastards pulled their heads out of their butts and actually observe that not every female inhabitant of Erath mature at the same rate. And Nichans are smaller in build and not as obscenely voluptious and 'disease-spreadingly' promiscuous at an early age. Talk about morality and cultural development. When Nicha beat them at multiple sporting events, they, being sore-assed losers, said how useless the gold medals Nicha collected, when those the Cockasian countries did win in were so much more valuable.
Oh well.
Wait, this situation on Erath, a planet far, far away, does seem familar doesn't it?
Ok, at long, long, loooong last, series I has ended! Moving onto series II!
The Chronicles of Pingasore II
Yes, it is finally back after a one, or two years break due to lack of inspiration or rather more of energy. My subspace communicator has been beeping with tonnes of hot juicy news that are, of course, totally unrelated to our current world. Yes I can hear your cynical sniggers already but let me state here once again:
- Chronicles of Pingasore has nothing to do with CJC, my current place of study, or Singapore, or Earth, or Sol our star system. It is in fact happenings on another world much similar to ours in a galaxy far, far away (think million parsecs) in an alternate, yet somewhat parallel to ours.
- No the names you see are not anagrams! They may seem familiar, but they are totally unrelated to us. Yes, you can trust me on that. Sure.
- This time, I am going to tone down on my, ahem, vocabulary, and provide more content(I hope... Zhi Ping ur seriously gonna have to help me on this)!
Wah now I know how the Camp Resilience Warden feels! Two camps in a row lol. Feels damn shiok to be able to study together again at my house, better than JE library seats, with that silly security guard. Haha Pasta Mania dinner was not bad but the next time we should eat cooked food lol, much better that way. I seriously hope that it was enjoyable for all!
Best part was everyone was mugging Chem and only me doing Bio! Maths finally done with stats though still shaky... should have listened more during lecture. Econs jump here and there done with International Trade, Externalities, Income and Employment, though if someone asks me now I seriously doubt I can remember. Bio onto the second round! By far the most revised subject lol, maybe cos of my interest. Read through, did the revision packages and making notes now. Chem is, ahem, not that good, with only inorganic and partial physical done.... Maybe I'm gonna try Raymond's 3 day Chem revision plan haha. Still got 8 days to mug my brains to hell, and I'm already feeling so stressed now that it's making me damn sleepy... and there's that headache.
Revision was pretty smooth with 4/9 immortals at my house. Break to watch Olympics swimming and basketball(C&C3: KW for 2 ppl, and I realised got some1 more sadistic than me!). The camp would have been better if we could study at the pool from 2pm to 7.30pm, but sadly it rained like wtf.... Dunno if this weekend still got YHATC or not lol. If have maybe this time kope the function room and mug in silence for 3hrs straight. People can complain their asses to hell, like others not already doing that.
Packing list:
Your notes
Stationery
Prepare for chilly night = NP-T and Track pants!
Rations lol
Seriously, studying alone is so friggin' boring not to mention sleepy as well. Just fixed 2 timers to my desktop, one countdown to incarceration and second one to prison break! Srsly looking foward to the second one... Oh yea and gratz to the Singapore Table Tennis team, finally one stupid silver medal lol. Brother Paul was saying about China having 1.3b people to choose from, like Singapore don't have 1.3b people to choose from.... just need a bit more admin ffs...
Okay, thanks to Jun Yong for this article, laughed like dunno wad. Its a speach by Adrian Tan, a litigation lawyer and author of The Teenage Textbook. It's a bit long but I enjoyed it, hope you do too.
By Adrian Tan:
I must say thank you to the faculty and staff of the Wee Kim Wee School of Communication and Information for inviting me to give your convocation address. It's a wonderful honour and a privilege for me to speak here for ten minutes without fear of contradiction, defamation or retaliation. I say this as a Singaporean and more so as a husband.
My wife is a wonderful person and perfect in every way except one. She is the editor of a magazine. She corrects people for a living. She has honed her expert skills over a quarter of a century, mostly by practising at home during conversations between her and me.
On the other hand, I am a litigator. Essentially, I spend my day telling people how wrong they are. I make my living being disagreeable.
Nevertheless, there is perfect harmony in our matrimonial home. That is because when an editor and a litigator have an argument, the one who triumphs is always the wife.
And so I want to start by giving one piece of advice to the men: when you've already won her heart, you don't need to win every argument.
Marriage is considered one milestone of life. Some of you may already be married. Some of you may never be married. Some of you will be married. Some of you will enjoy the experience so much, you will be married many, many times. Good for you.
The next big milestone in your life is today: your graduation. The end of education. You're done learning.
You've probably been told the big lie that 'Learning is a lifelong process' and that therefore you will continue studying and taking masters' degrees and doctorates and professorships and so on. You know the sort of people who tell you that? Teachers. Don't you think there is some measure of conflict of interest? They are in the business of learning, after all. Where would they be without you? They need you to be repeat customers.
The good news is that they're wrong.
The bad news is that you don't need further education because your entire life is over. It is gone. That may come as a shock to some of you. You're in your teens or early twenties. People may tell you that you will live to be 70, 80, 90 years old. That is your life expectancy.
I love that term: life expectancy. We all understand the term to mean the average life span of a group of people. But I'm here to talk about a bigger idea, which is what you expect from your life.
You may be very happy to know that Singapore is currently ranked as the country with the third highest life expectancy. We are behind Andorra and Japan, and tied with San Marino. It seems quite clear why people in those countries, and ours, live so long. We share one thing in common: our football teams are all hopeless. There's very little danger of any of our citizens having their pulses raised by watching us play in the World Cup. Spectators are more likely to be lulled into a gentle and restful nap.
Singaporeans have a life expectancy of 81.8 years. Singapore men live to an average of 79.21 years, while Singapore women live more than five years longer, probably to take into account the additional time they need to spend in the bathroom.
So here you are, in your twenties, thinking that you'll have another 40 years to go. Four decades in which to live long and prosper.
Bad news. Read the papers. There are people dropping dead when they're 50, 40, 30 years old. Or quite possibly just after finishing their convocation. They would be very disappointed that they didn't meet their life expectancy.
I'm here to tell you this. Forget about your life expectancy.
After all, it's calculated based on an average. And you never, ever want to expect being average.
Revisit those expectations. You might be looking forward to working, falling in love, marrying, raising a family. You are told that, as graduates, you should expect to find a job paying so much, where your hours are so much, where your responsibilities are so much.
That is what is expected of you. And if you live up to it, it will be an awful waste.
If you expect that, you will be limiting yourself. You will be living your life according to boundaries set by average people. I have nothing against average people. But no one should aspire to be them. And you don't need years of education by the best minds in Singapore to prepare you to be average.
What you should prepare for is mess. Life's a mess. You are not entitled to expect anything from it. Life is not fair. Everything does not balance out in the end. Life happens, and you have no control over it. Good and bad things happen to you day by day, hour by hour, moment by moment. Your degree is a poor armour against fate.
Don't expect anything. Erase all life expectancies. Just live. Your life is over as of today. At this point in time, you have grown as tall as you will ever be, you are physically the fittest you will ever be in your entire life and you are probably looking the best that you will ever look. This is as good as it gets. It is all downhill from here. Or up. No one knows.
What does this mean for you? It is good that your life is over.
Since your life is over, you are free. Let me tell you the many wonderful things that you can do when you are free.
The most important is this: do not work.
Work is anything that you are compelled to do. By its very nature, it is undesirable.
Work kills. The Japanese have a term 'Karoshi', which means death from overwork. That's the most dramatic form of how work can kill. But it can also kill you in more subtle ways. If you work, then day by day, bit by bit, your soul is chipped away, disintegrating until there's nothing left. A rock has been ground into sand and dust.
There's a common misconception that work is necessary. You will meet people working at miserable jobs. They tell you they are 'making a living'. No, they're not. They're dying, frittering away their fast-extinguishing lives doing things which are, at best, meaningless and, at worst, harmful.
People will tell you that work ennobles you, that work lends you a certain dignity. Work makes you free. The slogan 'Arbeit macht frei' was placed at the entrances to a number of Nazi concentration camps. Utter nonsense.
Do not waste the vast majority of your life doing something you hate so that you can spend the small remainder sliver of your life in modest comfort. You may never reach that end anyway.
Resist the temptation to get a job. Instead, play. Find something you enjoy doing. Do it. Over and over again. You will become good at it for two reasons: you like it, and you do it often. Soon, that will have value in itself.
I like arguing, and I love language. So, I became a litigator. I enjoy it and I would do it for free. If I didn't do that, I would've been in some other type of work that still involved writing fiction ? probably a sports journalist.
So what should you do? You will find your own niche. I don't imagine you will need to look very hard. By this time in your life, you will have a very good idea of what you will want to do. In fact, I'll go further and say the ideal situation would be that you will not be able to stop yourself pursuing your passions. By this time you should know what your obsessions are. If you enjoy showing off your knowledge and feeling superior, you might become a teacher.
Find that pursuit that will energise you, consume you, become an obsession. Each day, you must rise with a restless enthusiasm. If you don't, you are working.
Most of you will end up in activities which involve communication. To those of you I have a second message: be wary of the truth. I'm not asking you to speak it, or write it, for there are times when it is dangerous or impossible to do those things. The truth has a great capacity to offend and injure, and you will find that the closer you are to someone, the more care you must take to disguise or even conceal the truth. Often, there is great virtue in being evasive, or equivocating. There is also great skill. Any child can blurt out the truth, without thought to the consequences. It takes great maturity to appreciate the value of silence.
In order to be wary of the truth, you must first know it. That requires great frankness to yourself. Never fool the person in the mirror.
I have told you that your life is over, that you should not work, and that you should avoid telling the truth. I now say this to you: be hated.
It's not as easy as it sounds. Do you know anyone who hates you? Yet every great figure who has contributed to the human race has been hated, not just by one person, but often by a great many. That hatred is so strong it has caused those great figures to be shunned, abused, murdered and in one famous instance, nailed to a cross.
One does not have to be evil to be hated. In fact, it's often the case that one is hated precisely because one is trying to do right by one's own convictions. It is far too easy to be liked, one merely has to be accommodating and hold no strong convictions. Then one will gravitate towards the centre and settle into the average. That cannot be your role. There are a great many bad people in the world, and if you are not offending them, you must be bad yourself. Popularity is a sure sign that you are doing something wrong.
The other side of the coin is this: fall in love.
I didn't say 'be loved'. That requires too much compromise. If one changes one's looks, personality and values, one can be loved by anyone.
Rather, I exhort you to love another human being. It may seem odd for me to tell you this. You may expect it to happen naturally, without deliberation. That is false. Modern society is anti-love. We've taken a microscope to everyone to bring out their flaws and shortcomings. It far easier to find a reason not to love someone, than otherwise. Rejection requires only one reason. Love requires complete acceptance. It is hard work ? the only kind of work that I find palatable.
Loving someone has great benefits. There is admiration, learning, attraction and something which, for the want of a better word, we call happiness. In loving someone, we become inspired to better ourselves in every way. We learn the truth worthlessness of material things. We celebrate being human. Loving is good for the soul.
Loving someone is therefore very important, and it is also important to choose the right person. Despite popular culture, love doesn't happen by chance, at first sight, across a crowded dance floor. It grows slowly, sinking roots first before branching and blossoming. It is not a silly weed, but a mighty tree that weathers every storm.
You will find, that when you have someone to love, that the face is less important than the brain, and the body is less important than the heart.
You will also find that it is no great tragedy if your love is not reciprocated. You are not doing it to be loved back. Its value is to inspire you.
Finally, you will find that there is no half-measure when it comes to loving someone. You either don't, or you do with every cell in your body, completely and utterly, without reservation or apology. It consumes you, and you are reborn, all the better for it.
Don't work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone.
You're going to have a busy life. Thank goodness there's no life expectancy.
Yes it has been a while since I've updated this blog... Busy screaming at noobs who cannot listen to instructions in WoW. I dare say it's worst than scolding errant cadets. Well lemme recount some of the events since a 1 year break from this.
1. There was CC Com 08 which ended a week before my birthday and I forgot to check my email and do an AAR for it. Clocked close to 100hrs for HQ service, so any CIs wan share share can ask me, more than enough!
2. Then there was my birthday which celebrates an accident 18 years ago.
3. Oh yes and there was mid-years with a D U U U 4H2s score.... And I had to tank through a 'tea' session with my doug THE BROTHER.......
4. Shooting CCA went well, national team 2nd, s-zone team 2nd and indiv 3rd, came in behind my teammate by 1 pt. That guy seriously has an arrogance that even my team captain cannot tolerate.... Goodluck to my juniors stuck with him.
5. And then there's ROD, the most looked-foward to day and saddest day too. The incoming NCOs really screwed it up this time round. OC didn't present the gifts. Super-long delay, which ate up all the time for Eric's slideshow. Goes to show how much the organisers really appreciate the works of the Officers and TOs.
6. ROD was followed by YhSC hehe. Like ATC, 3D2N at my house studying and relaxing a bit before the final spurt to our prelims. To those who are having their prelims today till next week, all the best! Have confidence, eat right, sleep early, don't do last minute cramming or you'll forget more than you will learn.
Ok that sorta sums it all up and we have caught up with the present. And about ROD and the 'study camp', I still remember that conversation I had with Kee Ann during our CIBTC, about trying to bring up their drill standards so that we can introduce a precision/fancy drill team. Sadly, things didn't go as well as it should with cadets resisting our motivation. Even with the immortals trying to use positive motivation, the cadet's interest level is just so low. It has improved but still not enough. I can't say how disappointed I am in them. I remember myself going through all those shit with my squad and enjoyed them. My class tutor told us today that the friends we make in JC will last a long time. I think the friends that I made from RVNP will last even longer. I just regret not having spent more time with my juniors during my NCO term, they seem quite a merry bunch too.
The study camp was pretty fun and effective too, thanks guys, I finally learnt that a normal distribution is anything but normal, and basically cleared all my doubts over maths. Haha and Eric left early on Sunday morning; we studied at the poolside and, ahem, studied many other things too (score=6.5 to 7). Oh yea and we watched NDP together and spotted Sir Alex and possibly Chun Wee too! And that's the long weekend I had.
Today during SD programme we had those touchy feely feedback session where we write about one another. So many people wrote about how I was very helpful and also so very very lame =D. Well I don't really remember much about helping others, perhaps it really is natural... There were also comments on how i can tell a joke, lame or not, with a straight face. It takes practice, much practice! There were some people who chose to not write anything because they simply did not like my temperament. Well all I can say is that I forgive you, isn't that what your religion taught you to do? I've never directed my ire towards my friends in full blast. I can be a very very nasty person, but always in defence of my friends. And this is why I always come out with all the lame stuff, if not I would have been consumed long ago by my darker half. I know I cannot please everyone I meet, so there, a minor deviation in statistics.
Oh yes there is that testimonial that I must write....
Hello, this is to inform you that my Chronicles of Pingasore Chapter 1 is closed. No no no, do not worry, that is not the end of my highly unsarcastic, uncritical and uncynical posts. WE HAVE CHAPTER 2!!! But wait, I need content, so feel free to drop me a message! For the sarcasm impaired, I have kindly bolded the unsarcastic parts of my highly unsarcastic, uncritical and uncynical blog.
My Sucking Life
I just don't get it, but why am I always subjected to this kind of shit? When results for 'O's came out, my parents congratulated me for doing well. I did not top the class, but I did improve from a 25 pointer to an 11 pointer. Wow! Feels great huh? Somethings are too good to be true, and they probably are. Now, the two-headed snakes living with me rear their ugly other face. What happened to the good improvement part? Well well well, it is just shit. Despite KNOWING that I had studied and put in effort, they claim that I was slacking in school. WTF? Why the change of heart? Just because I didn't make it into a "prestigious JC of top 10 ranking". If you think I sucked then stick to it. Fuck you all.
That's not the only thing. I did help with chores and I don't expect anything. Guess what I got? A reward! YAY!!! I GOT A FUCKING REWARD! Just because one of them didn't like the way I did them, or because I missed something, I get a reward of a hearty DAY LONG NAGGING. Whether I helped or not does not matter. Just because she had a bad day, or simply buay song, I will suddenly do things wrongly! Best part is, I never even did them! Things totally unrelated and totally outdated (events in primary school) would suddenly resurface. Woot! Ain't my life interesting and enjoyable??!?
Today is the best. She called me to come down for dinner. I said ok. She said get off the computer and stop playing! WOW! I didn't know I can play computer games with my eyes closed and while lying in a prone position, 2 metres from my keyboard and mouse! AMAZING! I think I'm developing psychic abilities. Either that or it must be the neural link I installed recently. She yells at me for playing even during dinner time. I told her I was sleeping for half an hour at least. She says I should stop 2 hours before. I felt like telling her to join a fucking LDDS or something. She will own everyone with her debating skills. You can NEVER win. She starts telling me to read up on my school syllabus and what not. Wow! Like I have my textbooks! She said I should go to the library and read up on these subjects, or attempt questions in my mother tongue textbook, which she conveniently forgot that it's for class practice. So maybe I should predict what I will study 10 years in advance and finish all the assignments and shit so I can stone in class.
Then she moves on to me playing too much recently. Oh I forgot. Oops! This is my HOLI-fucking-DAY! Of course, how could I forget that I'm not supposed to be playing during my holidays. So I tell her that I don't play. She says that even if I don't play, I will be sleeping or reading books bla bla bla. I mean COME ON YOU SHIT HEAD, WHAT THE FUCK ELSE CAN I DO AT HOME? CALL A TEACHER TO COME GIVE ME LESSONS ON QUANTUM PHYSICS? LEARN SURGICAL PROCEDURES? INVENT A WARP DRIVE? WHAT THE FUCK. Maybe I should do a clean sweep of the house and make it so clean that a clean room operator would be envious, and while I'm at it, maybe I should learn how to play a piano, a guitar, and some fucking instruments I don't even know with one hand. Oh yeah did I mention that she said I could do whatever I wanted during holidays? Multiple times in fact; and multiple times she conveniently forgot that she had said that.
I'm sorry but I have to end this post. I need to go and revise for my PhD in ten million different areas. I so feeling like killing someone now.
School Carnival
Well, I think the third Love Fiesta was a success. The sheer mass of people that arrived was amazing. I think the J1 and J2 leaders did well at managing the huge crowd. I was attached to the Uncle Ringo Meteorite ride. Super gay ride. Looks like a super-sized clothes spin-dryer. The coupon box was filled up to about 1.5 inches. That's a fair bit considering that people paid with coupons and not cash. The planning com did a marvellous job at painting that gigantic poster that stretched 4 storeys. I felt that they deserve all the praise.
The only thing I would gripe about is their shirt. Maybe I'm sensitive, but it seems condescending having that huge OFFICIAL word on it. I mean we're all in the leaders programme and together we're still JJCians, so what's with that? If you want to show that you're in planning com, maybe try wearing other similar shirts rather than this, like during the orientation camp where the OGLs and SCs wore different coloured PE shirts.
Other than that, I would say that Love Fiesta was truly enjoyable. I got to meet up with my friends and squadmates. We've been apart for more than 3 months, and it's 3 months more than I can bear. How I wish we could be in the same school... Well, I heard that RVNP is now back to a gold unit. I guess we reap what we sow. I just hope that our juniors will keep the standards high. Let them all know that RVNP is not to be trifled with. RVNP solid sah, forever rockin' on.
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!
And FINALLY
1
2 freaking days
5 papers more
Well then, let me explain myself. I had a fruitful week studying at JE library with my friends. It really did help, and I'm thankful to have crossed paths with them. To the rest of my friends, I wish you good luck for the upcoming O levels which is three days away from this post. So why am I posting so close to a major exam? Simple. During the self-study at JE library, one of my friends informed me that some extremely immature people had linked to my blog and labelled the link as shorty.
While I admit that I'm not extremely tall, but let me remind these people, I am still taller than you so stop deceiving yourselves. So what if you're three years my junior? I don't remember myself being as pesky and irritating. Yep. Want my true take about you all? Here it is:
- Extremely immature (you suffering from Down syndrome or just plain retarded?)
- Annoying
- Insufferable
- Insensitive
- Offensive at times
Seriously, this is the last straw. I had had enough and will stop pretending to smile while you all carry on with your innate call for idiocy on the bus and calling people names.
Hey tomorrow is fucking day. Ooops, its marking day. Today was so fun. Wait let's try that again with idiot speak. xToXdAyx WaXs sOx xfxuxnx!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (idiot speak can never be idiotic without tonnes of exclamation marks)HexhEx Aixn'xT XiT funX wiThX aLl thEx IdxioTic XcaPiTalisAxtioXN??????????????????????????????? (same goes for the question marks) Ok its hard but you get the point. I took an LRT and poof I'm in Ten Fucking Mile Juntion. AND I WALKED HOME. THE BEST PART: I TOOK A SHORTCUT AND GOT LOST, PACKING A 8KG BAG WITH MY SCIENCE TEXTBOOKS! WOOTX!
Back to the story...
Mayday, may
Here's my deduction. It's called overbooking. You share a connection line with capacity of 2Mbps with 3 other users who are also using 512kbps. So it is just nice. Tingsel wants to cut costs and put 10 over users onto the line, and probably more. So they over-fucking-book the piece of shitty copper and you just can't find a fucking bandwidth to log on. AND GUESS WHAT? THEY BLAME MY MODEM. Here's what happened.
1. Hello...blablablacrapcrapyadayadayada
2. Have you tried accessing your router to check its configuration.
3. I mean like, duh! Of course you idiot. I did that and turned my modem off and on but it is still to no avail.
4. I think it is your modem having a problem. Try restarting it 1 more time
5. I went ot restart and voila it works!
6. Did you do something to my line? Cos I restarted 6 times before calling you and it didn't work. Only when I called you then restarting worked. And this phenomenon occurred yesterday night as well.
7. Hell no. Of course didn't touch it.
8. BALABLABLA
Obvious that the mofo is a lying bastard. Two words: Tingsel sucks.
-An angry shadowkat who is gonna kill the Cunt with an Extra-large Orifice of Tingsel
Pingasore government decided to host the annual FMI-CMI Meeting 2006. Naming it as Bomb Pingasore 2006, the government decided that being big-mouthed was certainly not enough to draw the attention of terrorists. So in a itchy-backside attempt, they decided to host the FMI-CMI Meeting 2006. So what does the FMI-CMI Meeting talk about? Here are some details to the clueless morons.
The FMI-CMIB Meeting is an annual event. The F***ing Morons' Initiative - Cannot Make It Bank, otherwise known as FMI-CMIB for short, approved of the decision to hold this year's meeting in Pingasore. They accredited many OSC groups to participate(or rather destroy, mutilate and deface public property Free-of-Charge) in the meeting. The meeting will talk about how to coerce the rich to write their wills, then killing them so that the more-equal-than-equal-people-up-there can line their pockets in time for Mist-chras Celebrations. Short and sweet information.
What you should be interested in would be the ruckus made by the multiple and international Organisation of Stupid Ch*eb*es (OSCs). Why are they f***ing up, you may ask. Simple. The Pingasore banned protestors from protesting on the streets and barred some OSC members from entering the country. So in retaliation, they decided to boycott Pingasore and not come.
Here's the kicker: PINGASOREANS DON'T GIVE A DAMN! WHO CARES IF THEY DECIDED TO VANDALISE ANOTHER COUNTRY.
I think that the bans and restricted entry was reasonable, providing that my astral plane contact in Pingasore was truthful.
1. When they protest, who gives a shit? They can dance in the nude and f*** on the streets and the locals see you as monkeys. Moving them indoors makes no bloody difference. After all, their traget audience is the delegates attending the FMI-CMI Meeting.
2. Protesters attract attention by using props. They pay for the damn props. So if they damage public property, like in Kong Hong and Fran Sancisco, the destructon is a prop. ARE THEY GONNA PAY FOR THE FUCKING DAMAGES? NO? THEN EFF OFF!
3. Local hygiene and sanitary companies have to clean up the shit protesters leave on the streets, AT THE EXPENSE OF LOCAL TAXPAYERS. Once again, they don't contribute one fuck to the cost.
4. Getting barred from entry ain't that bad. Go sodomise yourself or something. Just stay the fuck clear.
5. Allowing 'potential troublemakers with a history of causing damage to public property' to enter is just as good as installing a gigantic neon signboard screaming in flashes alternating between Fiery-Red and Hot-Pink:
HEY YOU STUPID TERRORRIST! SICK OF SEEING THE SAME TARGETS ESCAPE? COME BOMB US YOU NOOBS. HAHAHA. WE EVEN DECOMMISSIONED OUR AIRPORT SECURITY FOR YOUR BENEFIT. POLICE? WE HAVE NO FUCKING POLICE! OUR LEADERS WEAR BOMB MAGNETS AND GIGANTIC BULLSEYES ON THEM. WE EVEN HAVE THE BOMBS' R US MINIMART WHERE BOMBS ARE SOLD AS CHEAP AS $1 to $69.60. NUCLEAR? NO PROBLEM. WE PROVIDE FUSION SALTS F.O.C. WHILE STOCKS LAST! OH YEA, OUR BUDGET AIRLINE PLANES ALSO PROVIDE HIJACKING SERVICE ALLOWING YOU IDIOTS AND AMATEUR TERRORISTS THE CHANCE TO BLOW UP! GOING AT $15 PER TERRORIST, THE PLANES ARE STRAPPED TO THE ARSE WITH MOABs (MOTHER OF ALL BOMBs). FOR NOOBS, WE EVEN INCLUDE A TRACKING SYSTEM AND GPS GUIDANCE SO YOU WILL NOT MISS OUR BUILDINGS, AT A FEE OF $6 EXCLUDING GST. SO WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? OUR PRESIDENT IS DELIGHTED AND WILLING TO MEET YOU AT GUNPOINT. CALL US NOW FOR EARLY BOOKING!
You get the idea.
What would you do, if someone gets hold of your phone number and calls you incessently? Here's what I will say, "Hi, you gay shit mother/father fucking asshole, son of a bitch. I will castrate you if you had balls. Fact is that you have none! You're neither male nor female. You think that's insulting, you peebrain? Well let's see you take this shit you pussy. Go donate your brain. It's as good as new. Never used once since the day you were born. I don't see why you should wear clothes. It does not protect your vile, disgusting, half-rotten, undead body. In fact, bacteria and viruses won't even come close to you. Not even ten feet.
"Had enough? Too bad. I'mon a roll and won't stop you mahfuh. You're the type that rides a kid's tryke but won’t even burst a grape in a fucking fruit fight. Fight your own wars like the bitch that you are, don't go for proxy you sonbitch.
"Wait, there's more you mother/father fucker. Let me curse you to a death like the sisters in Final Destination 3. Hope that you burn, burn to death. Burn in a slow fire. You must feel the pain and agony of your skin, hardening, melting, bubbling and burning. Burn like you would burn in hell. And may all those that side you go with you!"
Good evening one and all
Welcome to my show
I'm wired up and fucking ready to go
I wrote my rap, my own yo
If you don't know smack
Then you're a muhmuh whacked
I mean like a rap baby clap baby
I will never with a muhfuh go steady
It's just like that
I don't want your cock up my crack
So fuck off motherfuggin fag
Yo I mean freak ain't such a bad daddy worda
Not when as an adjective for a fatherfucka
My mother taught me not to lie,
but heck that
Cos you might get traumatised if I tell the truth, SMACK
And so that's my mo
My little story of an orgasmic fucko
Spraying his shit all over da floor
When boys knock on his door
Let me tell you what Roving Vanilla Hip School does. The edict, passed from the Emperor to the Heirophant and finally to the operatives, commands the operatives to herd students and prevent them from eating. The students were hungry, on purpose of course. The Heirophant ordered all levels to have recess at the same time to get maximum number of students in the canteen (I wonder who eats who...). Then it's harvesting time. Harvest what?? The acid formed in the students stomach of course. Easy source of hydrochloric acid for Chemistry lessons the operatives attend, learning how to make WMDs to use against the students (targets). How is the acid harvested? Simple. Don't kill the goose that lays the golden egg? Whou gives a damn. Slice open the students' stomach and drain the acid gathered. Tada, you're done.
-posted by a HUNGRY shadowkat
Ah, the wondrous custom checkpoints in Pingasore's Shabi Airport. It is well known for its stringent checks. But a thought came to mind. What if the cutom officer on duty is fucked-up and decides to screw your day? Happens, you know. Through asstral[sic] voyage to Pingasore, Erath, I saw this guy getting his backpack searched as the fucker on duty saw a scissors in the shit-ray machine. Guess what? It turns out to be a carabiner (mountain climbing hook-like object). I cannot blame that dumb fuck though, his Iq is waaaaaaaaaay below average. And I'm talking negative low.
That is not the scary part; what if the fucker decides that you're a terrorist and decides to strip-check, arrest and charge you if you argued? You can't do a damn fucking thing can you? 'Cos he's the law and you jolly-fucking-well listen? Law is a good 3-letter word. I suppose KGB and secret police can fall under the 'meaning' section for that word. If government officials (ahem, fuckers) from, let's say, Pingasore decides to charge you in court for being human, what can you do? Nothing. If you do not serve the sentence, they can declare you dangerous, trial you in absence and assasinate you. You will be a classified statistic and cannot complain to anyone at all. Democracy?
Dumb
Exaggerated
Meaning
Of
Control-hungry
Rat
Asses
Controlling
You
Democracy
Did I mention dictatorship also starts with a letter 'd'? You are a numbered document in a government agency's cabinet. To them, you have no life, no name, no soul. They delete you, you are gone. You are just a number. They read your life like a book, your thoughts, your feelings. They are not an entity of leadership or wealth, but of power and finality. One word, you are dead. One memo, you are gone. They send you on with just a note on a Fuck-it Pad.
More nonsense from an imaginary world. My country ain't that bad, I sincerely hope. For not would it be like a living hell, freedom in a lifetime prison.
Pingasore has to keep hell-thy relations with her neighbours. It is out of fear. Out of fear that the Pingasore soldiers would storm, conquer, occupy and annihilate these 'friends'. Of course, it would be good to eliminate them, but to show the world that they love animals, they simply cannot.
Recently, an incident in a neighbouring country - Cheebyesia, got many Pingasoreans worked-up. Pingasorean cars were held up by a road-block to 'check for terrorists'. Haha. I mean what the fuck? Ain't it obvious? Okay, so maybe you're mentally retarded(jk =P), so let me explain it. The 'police' wanted to confiscate the Pingasoreans' passports, driver liscense and cars. The Pingasoreans were also forced to queue just to use the toilet. The leacherous 'police' even asked women to pee in the bushes. Can't blame those poor bastards. I mean, Pingasoreans should learn the phrase: when in Rome, do as the Romans does. In other words, they must fit in. So when Pingasoreans go to Cheebyesia, try to act like a total Cheebye. Bring lots of cash. The robbers there have many children. Bring more passports, identification documents and cars. After all, the 'police' would detain you and 'confiscate' these stuff from you. Pingasorean stuff can fetch a high price in the black market. How often do you see a dog drive a car? Obviously the Cheebyes cannot afford cars and have to confiscate the Pingasoreans'. It's unfair, I hear you say. Well, suck it up big boy, 'cos Erath is a tough place. Do not try to argue with the 'police'. Their evidence for detaining you would be because you are Erathian, and they are dogs. Of the most cheebye mongrels.
So there you are. Fresh news from Erath in a galaxy far, far away. It has nothing to do with Earth or Singapore. I mean it. Really.