we had the teacher's day celebration today. it was so boring. ans what's more, we lost the captain ball match, to the sec 4. damn. lost so terribly, 12 to 4. but it's alright i guess, their last year here, just give them some face. there's nothing interesting about today so let's rewind to yesterday. chen zehou told us our ca2 marks. and lester got a zero for one of his chinese composition. when he asked chen NICELY, that guy told to to "sharrdarp". what the hell. he did not have a pupils work and he calls him to shut up??!! and lester handed it in to him, in front of the whole class. so anyway he was given a chance to re-do the composition, but the maximum mark he could get was 50. that guy is screwed in his turkey brain i tell you. and there was no pds thanks to the crap admin. woman. she was absent, therefore no key to armoury. no key = no mark 5 rifles = no pds = bored. and then yi xiu came to our class' back door and told me that we do not have to fall-in in half-u, then he went to the toilet. then he came out and told us that we had to fall-in in half-u. that guy is pro-ded i tell you. he got the message in the toilet. don't know how he did that. so we assembled in half-u and mr yeow talked to us. but the two guys never come again, so the talk postponed. so since no pds, we talked to larre about part-bravo. well, all i can say is that i look forward to the part-bravo camp. it will be hell, so i suppose it will be damn fun. we'll have to call out i/c sir and they will not pump with us. cool. and when doing drill, there will be no samura, just knock it down. yeah, can't wait. darn, i really have to study for the end-of-year exams, i'm practically slacking everyday. with no homework, no timetable for the exams, no revision notes, no information of what topics to study. pro. of course i slack at home. but can't carry on like this, i will feel guilty. and i have fever. from an infection in the little finger of my right hand. i scraped the skin off it during p.e yesterday and when i returned home, i washed the dishes. without anything covering the wound. soap, leftover food, black sauce, chicken soup, starch molecules and many more things probably entered my finger. and when i woke up today, my finger was like dripping with pus. surely no infection. surely. so i took the fever medicine and i only felt better now. tomorrow's a holiday. so another day of doing nothing. damn boring. i hate doing nothing. that's why i have to do something all the time. like eat, talk rubbish, watch MTV, read books, play the guitar blah blah blah. wow. i didn't realize that the lord of the rings soundtrack was so nice. i'm listening to it now and i tell you, it is so darn good. like the movie. hmm, what can i crap about now? oh ya, oil war, i guess i'll go type in chapter 11 now. go read it people.
re-did my layout. to a linkin park breaking the habit theme. there was another similiar one withe colours red and black but the picture was in the way of the words so i chose this layout instead. hello to silent. person who tagged at my tagboard. i admire your courage to state your views so boldly. haha. but please. state who you are. it will be much appreciated. your method of speaking is familiar, but i'll just like to confirm my assumptions. you got me wrong, silent. i do not "wanna harm n devastate" neither do i have the "i'll attack anyone who offends me" image. you got me all so wrong. as for damaging them, won't the damage be greater if they do not realise their mistakes now and correct it? "looked through their eyes"? have you looked through mine? do you know what i really feel about these kind of people? you don't. so don't tell me to give others a chance when they don't allow me to. do you really know what they are like? i doubt it. i agree with your point on the personal attack. and i apologise. the post has been edited if you noticed. but you have to agree with me that what i said was partly, if not truely, correct. please tell me who you are. i'll really like to know. (change of topic) we had the maths test today. i felt that it was not too difficult, managable i'd say. roy didn't notice the existence of question three so good luck dude. nothing to post about really. bye.
tomorrow maths test. and there was the geography re-test today. kartini told us about it yesterday and she asked who wanted to go for it. and so many people wanted to go for it. i'm sure that out of all these people, half of them got a good mark. by going for the test, it shows how greedy they are. i mean it to those who got a satisfactory, enough-to-get-A2-or-A1 mark. can't they just be contented with the mark they get? i mean, what's the freaking big idea if you can get one mark more or two marks more? will you disintergrate if you don't have these marks? are your tests marks so important? so much that you'll do anything possible for it? it just shows how greedy you are. extremely, disgustingly, freakingly, grossly, stupidly greedy. you can thirst for things like knowledge or information. but marks?! what the hell! so what if you get the highest? so what if you get a better mark then other people? will that make you happier? will it?!?! NO!!! so instead of going after all these material gains, why don't you people just concentrate on more important things like learning? for knowledge and not some stupid damn marks? i'm not sore because i got an average mark of 21/30, i'm just pissed of by all these foolish things. the way they beg and grovel for their extra tidbits make me sick. dogs. begging like dogs. don't they have any dignity? they're just finding extra problems for themselves by trying to compete. competition is 60% unhealthy, i tell you. it doesn't bring you far at all. people like that will go nowhere in the future. there will not be textbooks for them to memorize off so they'll rot away. so what if they has marks now? it's just needed to get you a job. but will it help you KEEP it? i don't think so. it's real sad people are thinking like that nowadays. to put it forward in a not-so-nice manner, people are getting stupider and blinder. think it over.
it's been a long long time since i've posted. today was such a boring day. and i was so bloody sleepy too. i stayed up till 0045 last night/morning and watched the bourne identity on HBO. it rocks. can't wait for the next movie to come out. back to today's stuff. stupid miss lee. yesterday she pumped me for nothing. the equation that i did not write is on an excercise and i am damn sure that i handed in that stupid worksheet before she told us. and she said it as if i was like the other people who handed it in late. it's because i handed it in early that's why i did not hear her telling us. tsk. and today she told zi qi to turn over when he was facing back. so i was commenting to myself that it should be turn around when she blasted me with her bullshit. i was so stunned. she said crap like "councillor still keep talking" and "stop talking". what the hell! so i told her off by correcting the error in the english that she spoke so lousily. no offence. but she started it first. i don't know what's her freaking problem. keep picking on me. then she just rolled her eyes. a teacher rolling her eyes. can you believe that?!?! what the hell! she's not behaving like a teacher. acting in this way. like a 5-year old who has just been given a lollipop. tsk tsk tsk. i will not "bad-mouth" her already. unless she initiates an arguement first. and i also heard from zehou that there will not be be a chinese test this saturday. good news. now i'll have time to do my d&t. the production plan is so darn lame. and hard to do. i mean how can you get the dimensions right like this? it's difficult. lalalala. it's 1548 now. i guess i should go do my d&t now. but i guess i'll post a little bit longer. there was pds yesterday. it was so shiok. the warm-up rocks as usual. wei sheng torture us like mad. and it's fun. publicity was working on the mural board. and cheng jun was looking at us doing the warm-up and he had this stunned look on his face. and he told me the last time that he wanted to join pds. don't know if he still wants to now. haha. we learnt the front rotation slope and order arm. damn. i really have to go do the d&t already. bye.
hello people. today jinghui not posting. i take over him. he go to the amoy quee camp then gone case until don't know where already. so i go to his house and pretend to be him and post in his blog. don't tell him is i do one ar. who am i ar? chey. u don't know meh? jinghui never talk about me in school ar? wah lau. where can like that one. he come back i go hoot him sia. okay okay. enough talking cock. i am nijiguh. i come from south africa. but i live in singapore since i was born. actually i is born on the singapore airline flight when my abu and lim pei go holiday. they in the plane then i pop come out. so the pilot no choice, go land in padang (airport the parking lot full already) then the ambulance fetch me to sgh. so i become singaporean lor. simple right? okay. want to know what happen to jinghui.? okay. today he go the ncc hq for orienteering crap la. i also got go. i from some kookoobird school la. don't want to say, but got a lot of yalam can already. kk. so i saw jinghui at the camp today la. he with some other people. budden he never see me leh. cos i camou in the trees wad. black on dark green/brown la. so he never see me. then he go the station with the warrant officer la. then later i see again hor. he gone case liao. so don't blame me ar. i also heck care where he go to la. he hor, always say i blackie leh. so bad right? but i don't care la. but if he too guo fen hor, i will go dao him for like one day plus la. then he will have no one to talk cock to, so he will come say sorry. haha. aiya. actually right, he not that bad one la. sometimes the things he do hor, is just xiao xiao one la, he don't mean it seriously. so to all the people that he tekan before right, i help my blahder say sorry la. we must help help right? coz friend mah. and hor, i muz tell you all. don't go piss him off la. coz if you piss him off hor, wah piang, i tell you ar, you sure die one sia. i got one time go step on his ncc uniform accidentally right, wah, then he like almost break my hand and leg sia. kk. i tell you what pisses him off in case you all all obiang one, don't know. he don't like people to shoot him for something he never do la. and he also don't like people to insult ncc. coz he loves ncc a lot a lot ar. as if ncc is his wife liddat leh. aiya. this one i describe. you know hor sometimes the pavement very small one right, then almost everytime got two or more people squeeze side by side and block the whole blardy walkway right? ah ya la. jinghui also very pek chek with this kind of people. i oso too. coz they very inconsiderate sia. think they what? pui zhai can block road la izzit? yep. about like that lor. i think i post until here can liao la. or else jinghui come back and humtam me. bye bye. talk cock next time.
phew. the week of slacking has passed. now's the real week. work work work again. stupid d & t test. as if we can complete the paper in half-hour's time. i was left with the last drawing for the plan view. damn, just forget about it. what's done is done. after the test was the mathematics lesson by mr george tan. he's quite a good teacher i must say. he teaches well. so we've learnt a bit about motion geometry today. and then after maths was the test run for the orienteering competition. zhao xiang had a council meeting so we only did some light running. it was so darn boring. back to yesterday. we had an INTENSIVE p.t yesterday. first was the company p.t, then the one taken by qi lun. the company p.t was okay, strenous but manageable. the one taken by qi lun was hell. we did 30 push-ups, 30 sit-ups, 30 burpees, 30 leg-raisers and 30 counts of four jumping jacks. this was followed by a one minute water break in which 4 people returned late and were taken as report sick. for their lateness, we had to do 20 push-ups as a punishment and after this we did the same routine, but this time it was reduced to 20 and lastly 10. please do not forget that this p.t was conducted after the company p.t and after we did 500 wave push-ups(25 men strength), 120 for absentees, 30 for arms drill mistakes and a lot a lot more. tired. so darn tired. so let's pretend that i did not tell you what i just told you. why is it that a lot of people say that NCC's trainings and boys are slack? tell me your honest opinion: do you think that NCC is slack? i will not go kill you or anything but i would like to know if you thnk that my CCA is slack and if it is, why is it so? or maybe you do not think that we are slack but you have a negative impression about us. please tell me why too. because i feel that the image that most students paint about AHSNCC is not true at all. some say that we are slack in our trainings. fine. let me ask you then, what do YOU do during YOUR cca trainings/practice. you say that we are slack, then let me see YOU go throught the training that we go through weekly. must we practice or train in front of you so that you can see what we're doing? you might it is routine for ncc boys to go throught these kind of trainings, or that our training is not up to NCC standards. okay. then would you please tell me what is the NCC standard, non-NCC students? let me tell you all out there who do not think that we are up to standards, be it yours or others. if you have anything that you are unhappy about NCC, or that you feel that we are not doing something right, do come and tell me or any of my seniors or platoonmates instead of disrespecting us. do not spread rumours about us that you yourself have no real proof that it actually happened. and most importantly, when we are in our NCC uniforms or NCC t-shirts, never ever EVER treat us as disrespectfully as you all might do when we are in school uniform. when we wear our uniforms, don't you all dare treat us like shit. even if you do no respect the person wearing the uniorm, please show some respect to the uniform. you might not understand why, but i advise you to. especially to that specific somebody whom i do not want to mention, i warn you again, treat me with more respect when i am in my no. 4. lastly, and once again, to all those people out there who feel that NCC is slack in any ways, please inform me on your thinking or feelings. we will try to change if we are really what you make us out to be. till next time.
new layout again. can't post a long entry because i was online for a long long time already. bye.
yo. i've just changed my layout again as you all can see. i want to remove the picture and move the things below up, but i can't, so i guess i'll leave it as it is. well, what can i post about. the council camp. right. it was real boring. no offence ex-co, but it's not really exciting/interesting at all. i mean it's all the same. and the night games was not scary at all. not like last year's. and the story is quite lame too. again, no offence. hope you all can improve on it. hooray. i finally got the new album by the corrs. (thus the layout) it rocks. a lot. it's much better than i expected. if you all out there are thinking of getting a new album, go get borrowed heaven by the corrs. you won't regret it. i'll go back a few days. the NDP celebrations was a blast. it was real fun. the marchpast rocks and of course, who could forget the WONDERFUL performance by the SPDS, courtesy of NCC. and we got scolded by mr lim too. for "not listening" to what he said. which was to carry the tables and chairs back to the canteen. yep. we got scolded for that and i guess that's all. bye. till next time.
today was a cool day. but the character development lesson sucks to the core. stupid teacher, stupid lesson, stupid people. darn. let's not talk about that. NCC had to move the benches today. and guess who came to help us? alex kong. he came to help us. willingly. enthusiastically. without complains. and when he was carrying the benches, he actually enjoyed himself and he talked to a few of us like we were friends. this made me look at him differently. i saw the boy in alex. actually, he's not that bad. all he wants is to be accepted i guess. haha. i guess i should not have judged him by the first impression he gave me. he's quite a nice guy. haha. maybe i shouldn't have said all those things about him. but you never know. i don't really know him well. so what remains is to observe him. tomorrow's the national day parade celebration for the school. i can't wait. and i'm proud to be part of this event. and the NCC precision drill squad will be performing to. watch out for the wave at the end. it is real nice. and after the celebrations is the long long long weekend. enjoy them. bye!
my neck hurts like shit. i can't even turn it properly. damn. i was so darn pissed of by somebody today. what the hell. who does he think he is? all of us are the same so what gives him the rights to act more superior than others? he himself is nothing but a stinking pile of manure in a human suit, going around sucking up to people and licking their shoes with his pathetic excuse for a tongue. all he does is suck up and flirt and suck up and flirt all over again and again probably until his body rots to hell. that's alright with me because i don't give a shit if he entertains others. what really pisses me off is the air of superiority that he carries around him. his allies changes with his mood, but his enemies don't. he can be your buddy for a day and on the next, he'll treat you like a piece of dirt from the bottom of his shoe. when he need you to do a favour for him, he'll really suck up to you. he'll attach himself firmly to you and breathe his foul disgusting words into your head and make you feel like the king or the queen of the world. when you are disillusioned, he will make you do the things he want, and later ditches you and leaves you to die. hypocrite. a downright liar who can make you believe whatever he wants you to believe. blessed with this skill, but he chooses to abuse it and use it to his own good. to manipulate and to backstab. this is not personal. this is the unfairness that i am feeling in myself now. what do they see in him? can't they tell the real motive behind his seemingly good, but actually evil, deeds? he will not lead us. the position will be misused if it falls into his hands. and he has already begun doing this. his current position is used to attach the parasite. himself, to the bodies of teachers. influencing them and making them "work" for him. for the real goal in him. i don't mind if the other person is better than me, but i will not allow myself to be made inferior to him. not a chance. i have totally no respect for him. to me, he is nothing but a useless git with no backbone. a double-faced rodent who lies without blinking. i have one thing to say to him. go burn in hell, you son of a bitch!
i'm so bored now. the previous entry was a song by dashboard confessionals and it is so nice.
hope, dangles on a string, like slow spinning redemption, winding in, winding out, the shine of it has caught my eye. and roped me in so mesmerizing, so hypnotizing. i am captivated. i am vindicated. i am selfish. i am wrong. i am right. i swear i'm right, i swear i knew it all along and i am flawed, but i am cleaning up so well, i am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself so clear. like the diamonds in your ring, cut to mirror your intentions, oversized and overwhelmed, the shine of which has caught my eye. and rendered me so isolated, so motivated. i am certain now that i am vindicated. i am selfish. i am wrong. i am right, i swear i'm right, swear i knew it all along and i am flawed, but i am cleaning up so well. i am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself. so turn up the corners of your lips. part them and feel my finger-tips. trace the moment, fall forever. defenses paper-thin, just one touch and i'll be in too deep now to ever swim against the current. so let me slip away, so let me slip away, so let me slip away, so let me slip against the current, so let me slip away, so let me slip away, so let me slip away, so let me slip away...vindicated. i am selfish. i am wrong. i am right, i swear i'm right, swear i knew it all along and i am flawed, but i am cleaning up so well, i am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself. like hope, dangles on a string, like slow spinning redemption. vindicated, by dashboard confessionals