orienteering competition. what a day. alan toh, lim quan heng, lester lim and i met up at 0635 in the morning at tanah merah mrt station and took a cab down to pasir labe camp. which is at the left-test left left left corner of singapore. on our way, we saw the aftermath of an accident. the man was lying on hte road, no pants because it was removed to make treatment easier, his thigh area was bleeding like mad and his arm bone was sticking out from his elbow. and he was writhing on the road. what a sign. surely means good luck.

then we arrived at pasir laba camp, reported to the BCTC training area. got a lot of other schools. all of them were like slacking away at the training shack. then we reported, without lip tat, but he came a while later. so we waited. and we lied to the sergeant on duty. we told him we had compasses but they were actually with mr yeow, who was not there yet. but their equipment check was damn pro, they asked only, and no one actually told us to take the items out. well done. then we saw some clt's and singapura officers who tested us before there. w.h toh was there too. former anglican dude. now sergeant. pro.

when we arrived and reported, our route was route number 2, and we were from detail 4. after the other crap schools that arrived late, we were pushed back to route 4 detail 18. what a move. springfield secondary came in their p.t kit. well done. disqualified. all were sent back. pro-ded yalams.

when we went to collect the maps, the stupid officers took their time and left us with only a minute to plot map. so the minute was up and we ran and ran and ran. halfway, we got to a crap checkpoint called the bridge. across a "stream" about three feets across. what a bridge. so we missed that, and went to write the numbers of another bridge. shit.

well, we had six checkpoints to reach. five of which was on an area of about 10 by 3 grid squares. the last one was the best. it was at the top right hand corner of the map. it was between two hills. and the only paths leading to it were streams of water, which we were not allowed to step into. so we gave that point up. and arrived at the ending point. half and hour earlier.

total score: 4/6 on checkpoints and 54/60 on timing. we lost because the other teams were better. better than anglican. but we got a free lunch, so i guess the trip was worth it. well, there's always next year and the year after.

This is good for internationla services in marketing...

TRADITIONAL CAPITALISM: You have two cows. You sell one and buy a bull. Your herd multiplies and the
economy grows. You sell them and retire on the income.

AN AMERICAN CORPORATION: You have two cows. You sell one and force the other to produce the milk of
four cows. You are surprised when the cow drops dead.

A FRENCH CORPORATION: You have two cows. You go on strike because you want three cows.

A JAPANESE CORPORATION: You have two cows. You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk. You then create clever cow cartoon images called "Cowkimon" and market them worldwide.

A GERMAN CORPORATION: You have two cows. You reengineer them so they live for 100 years, eat once a month, and milk themselves.

A BRITISH CORPORATION: You have two cows. Both are mad.

AN ITALIAN CORPORATION: You have two cows, but you don't know where they are. You break for lunch.

A SWISS CORPORATION: You have 5000 cows, none of which belong to you. You charge others for storing them.

A CHINESE CORPORATION: You have two cows. You have 300 people milking them. You claim full employment and high bovine productivity. You have the newsman who reported on the numbers arrested.

AN INDIAN CORPORATION: You have two cows. You worship them.

as many of you might have expected, i am now going to post about the wonderful captain's ball game we had with 1B today during P.E.

the sun was shining brightly. after some minutes of negotiating the munber of members for each team with the P.E. teacher of 1B, we finally decided on the munber of player on 5 versus 30. 5 from our class, sec 2A. the game began.

the first two points were scored by 1B. but after their short moment of complacent celebration of two-minuts victory, we countered with 2 points of our qwn. things got sour now. please remember that 5 of us are playing against THIRTY people.

the fouling started. the captain's ball match became a basketball match. a loser gay from 1B was taking the ball and running across the field. pro. foul isn't it? we called it a foul. and the sec 1 kids started complaining. complaining about "what foul, where got foul?". at my postion of defender, i could hear many of the 1B sluts and bitches talking crap and bad-mouthing our players. this was forgivable.

talking about sluts and bitches, i can't help but to remember a whore whom i saw. she was also a councillor. her name? should i tell? clues then. big clue one: she is from 1B. big clue two: she is in publicity. big clue three: she has a surname of "tan". guess. you'll get it correct. so back to the true-life account. the whore was flashing her horrendously disgusting face in front of me and i could not see the whole court as her two front bugs-bunny tooth that i swore she did not brush for 20 weeks, was blocking my view. seriously. it was like protuding right out of her grotesque head. damn. 1B scored. and then she was jumping and screaming, killing millions of bacteria under her feet. after a few minutes, she was laming with her fellow slut. guess what she said? "eh, let's distract im by saying council rocks! yay! council rocks! then he'll become so engrossed in saying council rocks that he will not concentrate on defending!" of course she said this in very bad chinese, with a gross aunty-accent. and her partner was jumping with joy to this. and of course the "he" referred to me. i was so stunned. hello?!?! do i care if council rocks?!?! please. and she was repeating the phrase and waving her hands about in a very brynner-fashion. ah-ha! big clue number four: she is from EDC. so i am not surprised where she got her homo-ness form. it must be the Great Lord of all Homosexuals and Ah-Guas : Mr B. Loke. i'm not surprised.

now i move on the the climax of the game. before i mention that, let me tell you this. in this paragraph, there are three main NCC characters, me, a short red-lipped boy called jimmy and a fat pudgy guy called johnathan. and there's also the big teeth whore and her friend whom i will call Ugly. ok. so we were playing. and johnathan was playing damn rough. rough as in kicking opponents' crotch, pulling their shirt, kicking, pushing etc. so i warned him to behave himself of he will get it when we take over. then the red-lipped jimmy came and said "aiya, still long la. you all wait okay?" his gayness was forgived on the behalf of his relation to NCC. and then Ugly had to come and be a kaypo. she was innocent, until that black hole in her face opened. she said" aiya, NCC not important one la." the two lackies then said "ya!". so i asked them "is NCC more important of 1B more important." before my NCC-mates could answer, Ugly opened her mouth and said "aiya, of course is 1B right?! NCC not important. 1B better la!" and the two losers agreed. BOOM! she hit the red button. streams of foul language flowed out of my mouth like rivers of vile. i slammed her for spreading propaganda to influence my NCC people, slammed her for spreading unright "theories". and this lasted for a total of about 2 minutes. the game was paused and all gathered to witness this telling-off. after i pelted them with the bullets of wrath, Ugly was silent. red-eyed. Big tooth led her away. and the silence was shattered by jimmy. he said "aiya. it's just a game what." hello?! who was the gay who kept running around fouling my men and not his own?! what the hell, what a bunch of losers. kids. loser kids.

the game ended soon. we defeated the class of bitches and bastards. sweet sweet victory. ole.

what i was pissed off is by the boldness of our juniors. how dare they scold their seniors like that. well, all i can say that when we take over. it will be hell and hell and more hell for the part-alpha this year. especially those who show no respect to us.

so 1B withdrew in tears and swears. do we care? not at all. haha. you've all picked the wrong person to mess with, kids.

respect. let me warn any juniors who stumble upon this blog. you all better show your seniors some bloody respect, or else we will treat you like shit on the ground, you hear?

blogspot is so damn pro. i typed such a long post yesterday and it ate it up. well done

start from yesterday. during i-forgot-what-period, min jie ran up to harold and said the stupidest crap i've heard. she said "harold, wo an lian ni hen jiu le!" which mean that she has liked harold secretly for a very long time. what the hell. she is either mad or mad. then we kept disturbing harold about it. and the lester kept disturbing the most, and he ended up almost getting beaten up. pro.

NCC time. the last CCA day. part-c had muster parade. actually the whole company had. but is part-c getting promoted. coporals to sergeants. and larre got OOT, overall outstanding trainee. for mutual. and he was in charge of teaching us mutual. we also got the specialist course manual. restricted army information. and i am reading it like a book. well done. but it's cool. they have everything from teching drills to M16 to field camouflage.

then there was company run. down the chang cheng, along the mrt line, up the slope, back to school and up to the space in front of the church where the guides and st. johns were slacking. and we did this twice. quite fun. should have more. but aloysius and edwin reported sick. pro. it's always the same people. so they better buck up.

last parade. and lip tat screwed up the timing of the besurite. well done. he was like going " turn check lep right lep". pro. he wants us to march with one foot on the ground. then stayed back to talk to mr lee about the orienteering competition. we cannot take the dnt test next week. so shiok. must report at SAFTI at 0800 hrs. we might be taking mr yeow's car.

today. oral. boring. cold. they held the crap oral in the air-con hall. surely not cold. i was like shivering due to the sub-zero temperature in the hall. those people inside must be dead. so many people and the hall is not one bit warmer. the passage was a lame one about a boy who catches tadpoles and frogs. i stumbled two times, thanks to the temperature. the picture was lamer. what can you say about five africans standing at the side of a road. so i did what i did best, talk crap. and the teacher was stunned by the speed of my crap. the conversation was cool. more crap.

after i came out, it was a complete change of temperature. and got people cry outside. well done. so i went home and then slack. but can't do that anymore.

revise your work.

read again?

i said go revise your work.

go go go.

crap. 22 more days to the crap end of year exams. 22 days more to prepare 8 subjects including the lame subject called chinese which is taught to us by a faggot teacher called peter chen ze hou. he is so damn bloody irresponsible. always last minute then cram all the f***-up topics and then call us to learn the shit thing in like one week. damn him. i'll screw the stupid test. it's not counted in the E.O.Y so i'll just not give a damn about it. lousy teacher, no wonder our results are like shit. thanks to the useless teacher called peter chen ze hou.

i thinks i'll just heck chinese and concentrate on the other 7 subjects. i aim to get 7 A's and one B/C. no surprise what subject would get B/C. it's no use trying to study for just ONE subject and neglect SEVEN other subject. not worth it.

darn. i was sitting at the computer table and then i felt something on my foot. when i rose it, the whole foot was like in blood. from a cut about 5cm long and i think must be 0.3cm deep. and i did not even feel a single thing so i could'nt trace back where i got the cut. damn. what a day. hope i can make it through promotion parade training tomorrow.

it's the time now. when NCC starts to select it's future leaders to lead AHSNCC into greater glory. good luck to all cadets. all of you have the potential to make it for the post you are aiming for.

my foot is starting to hurt.

dammit.

it's bleeding profusely. just the state i want peter chen to be in. he sucks to the rotten core of his. i hope i will not get him as a chinese teacher next year. or i will really go mad and kill him.

There she was again. Smoking at the window and blabbering loudly on her mobile phone.

For the past few months, twenty-four hours per day, seven days a week, I would see her at her window, doing her daily routine of smoking and talking on her phone. Talking? I don't think so. It's more like shouting into the machine. And it is when she's speaking that I will feel relieved. On the other times, she would just stand at her window and smoke her cigarette. What she does while smoking? Peer into houses. My house in particular. Stare into my bedroom. Look at my kitchen from her nest across my flat.

Streaky dyed-blonde hair, plump face, the most horrible voice, the Fat Lady would carry on her daily routine of invading my privacy.

One night, I caught her looking into my bedroom as I prepared to sleep. Frusfration overcame me. While drawing the curtains, I flashed my middle finger at her for about fifteen seconds before pulling the curtains to a shut. Her reaction was unknown to me behind the curtains, but the moent of defiance strengthen me. It would not be the last time I made my anger known to the woman who watches me.

"The Fat Lady is looking again." I muttered to my mother in the kitchen. Dinner was almost ready and I was setting the table.

"Just don't look back at her la. Or else there will be a misunderstanding then it will not be so nice." my mohter replied.

Grumbling to myself, I followed her instrustions, only till the end of dinner.

While washing the dishes, she was still at her window, eyeing me. Cigarette glowing in her hand, she took a puff, eyes never leaving my kitchen. My irritation grew.

Grabbing a towel hanging on the chair, I hung the cloth on the window frame with two clothes pegs. Another act of defiance. After I hung the towel, I poked my head under it and gave the Fat Lady a long hard stare.

I will not take this silently anymore. One day, the Fat Lady shall pay.

i wrote a post yesterday and until today it is not posted yet. blogger is so pro. anyway. my fiftieth post. so i am going to write about the BIG WHITE WHALE. it is a very rare creature. very damn rare. can only be found in a place where very little people know. i can't tell you where or else it will be known to many people. okay. you might think that a whale has a big eye, or have big eyes. actually it is not true. if you look at it proportionally, a creature as big as the BIG WHITE WHALE and has eyes the size of human heads, we can conclude that the eye, or eyes are very small. so if you were to equalise the BIG WHITE WHALE with humans, the eyeballs will be just a raisin on the fat white face. so here's a fact about the BIG WHITE WHALE. second fact. the BIG WHITE WHALE has a real fat and pudgy face. that is due to the tonnes and tonnes of baleen in it's mouth which it uses to filter krill. although it is so big sized, the BIG WHITE WHALE usually eats small creatures like krill. it is always on a diet because it feels that it is too fat. but in fact, it is really damn freaky fat. so if you see a BIG WHITE WHALE, please do not be within 2km radius of it. it might crush you when it breathes. actually, it is the layers of fat it has. the expansion of the lungs will push the fats up to a distance to 2km. so beware! fact number three. although the BIG WHITE WHALE eats krill, pieces of fish might occasionally get stuck in it mouth. however, instead of letting it free, the BIG WHITE WHALE will eat the fish down, RAW! sick, but not to the BIG WHITE WHALE. the BIG WHITE WHALE loves raw fishes. therefore we can always see fishes swimming miles away from the BIG WHITE WHALE. smart fishes. there are much more facts about the BIG WHITE WHALE, but there is not enough space. so i'll stop here. the end. any resemblance in this post to any person in the world, either living or dead or fat or thin, is purely confidential. i will not say o reveal the identity and whereabouts of the BIG WHITE WHALE, unless you bribe me, with of course a great amount of money. if you can't, then forget about knowing more about the BIG WHITE WHALE. end. this is the real end. you can start asking me about the BIG WHITE WHALE now. bye. crap the next time. and the BIG WHITE WHALE sucks. it is bad. and fat. and evil. beware.

second post of the day. i switched the computer off and on so many time today, i'm sure that it might have some parts of it screwed up. but anyway, i'm done with the boring homework of designing logos and writing compositions. now all i'm left with is to learn 30 chengyu, which i plan to do at night and not spoil the evening. so far, i have downloaded loads and loads and hundreds of mega-bytes of songs. is it enough? no. it is not enough to fill 20gB. but let's not forget the albums i have. i just might reach ONE gB, which is very little. so i would have to carry on downloading. sorry to all the song artistes out there. we have to download your songs. we just can't afford your albums. they cost TOO much. we can't afford them. but you have to be flattered to know that you song is so downloaded. that's because we love you. so don't say that we don't. because we do. pardon the hint of madness in my words. i just got a high dosage of music and i am going mad. rock, r&b, Hip-Hop blah bah blah. and i just realized that r&b and hip-hop sounds quite nice actually. not all of them are not nice. and the soccer match between AHSNCC and Falcon Scouts ended with victory to......AHSNCC. we won 2-1. acceptable. scouts held us off with their tight defence, but we broke it twice. guess i'll go off now. i have a book to finish reading.

back. and recovered from fever. sweated like hell the whole night. actually it was from 1950 yesterday to 0855 this morning. fever is actually quite painful. your whole body will become warm inside but on the outside, as in your skin, it will be cold. ice-cold. and your bones and joints will be like stretched and each movement you make will be painful and difficult. and you'll be weak all over, easily taken out by a kick or a punch. not a good state to be in. don't let yourself get fever, or flu. because these are the sicknesses that can weaken you very very easily. today's teacher's day. so happy teacher's day to all the teachers who have taught me before. and i have a new anonymous tagger in my tagboard who goes by the name +unKnOwN+. hello +unKnOwN+, i hope you can tag more at my tagboard, if you have the courage to do so. because i'm not sure if you want to tempt me. to find out more about you, i mean. because if i do so, i'll never stop till i find out who you are. and you will not enjoy it when i find out who you are. i'll enjoy the hunt. hunting rocks. if you know how to do so. nothing to post about. i'll leave it here.

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