Monday, November 29, 2004 @ 10:25
PLATOON BRAVO CAMP 2004 (part 2)
i've made it a point to blog about what happened at the camp and i'm going to stick to my words.
star event of the second day. the day when i will eventually take over ganda as company i/c and the 8.6km run around bedok reservoir. early morning wake up to go run two time around the reservoir. not funny. run on an empty stomach some more. surely won't die. but we never die.
when the run started, kay howe chiong all the way to the front and took the lead while i remained at the middle to slack first then overtake later. bad move, i lag until around the 3/4 of the platoon. and kay howe still chionging at the front. now he is accompanied by mr yeow who seems to have unlimited and unexhaustable stamina. pro. they ran and ran until the eventually became a speck of moving things that is out of my range of vision. w00t.
finished first round. i forgot my time already. then start WALKING the second round. no choice. too tired already. and my feet were being poked by tonnes of gravel trapped inside my shoes. have to empty them every 20 step. not funny. the speck of moving thing was still in front.
at the last 300m jogging with lester mo, we planned to chiong the last 300m together. then joel ko sit bicycle come want to challenge us see who faster. then both of us ran. and he lost. what a move. but then turns out that alan toh aka fittest cadet and ng ding jie was first and second respectively. w00t. and they went back to school already. with the unlimited stamina mr yeow.
nasi lemak for breakfast. cheat people one. the sausage cut into half lengthwise and placed with the flat side on the rice. do not be fooled.
after that was mutual and cnc (command and controla) i think. that one fun. joel goh's mutual had figure that looked like bubbles drawn on them. distorted things. kelvin tan and yap were laughing their asses off at that. and during cnc, different groups cut each other so many times that if we were to carry out 50 for each cut, we would be pumping until the night. and it was not even noon yet.
after lunch until evening was IFC, individual field craft which alan toh would eventually get best in.zi qi asked a good question. why should we go charge at the enemy? pro-ded. and he also thought that the GIRLO section was not the actual test but a mock. then he went to slack through the whole excersise only to realize it was real at the end. cover and concealment was fun. the only con was that you would get all kinds of sap on your hands and bodies which would leave you itching all over.
night time. doom time. all can go and die because it is time for bunk inspection. and i'm the company i/c. then nervous/stress/etc. etc. so unluckily, i went to SHOUT at my platoon mates with that devilish tone of voice i seldom use. end up getting reprimanded seriously for using that tone of voice. oops. sorry part-b if any of you were insulted/frightened/scared/pissed off by the way i shouted at you all. i sincerely apologise for that.
after the rather successful bunk inspection with the OIC boss sir gee ming wei who could talk to you till you rot from the inside due to the lousy feeling he gives you while using that nice soft tone to speak to you and that jockey cap which shadows his eyes and make you not know when he is scrutinising you and reading your soul and mind, it was time for night p.t. time to carry out the 2000 pumping we owed. wei sheng come ask me how many i want to carry out by myself and if i do, he will minus some from the total. so i said 200. he was shocked. all were shocked. but i did it. then now left with 1000 for 17 people to complete. we restarted counting at the 300+ and 400+ mark due to some cock-up in countings so when we finished, the cds people were all in awe of what we did and our hands were numb and bluish red with a hue of purple in it. cool.
sleep.
tomorrow is a long day. that's what they always say.
so come on, tell me.
Saturday, November 27, 2004 @ 17:15
PLATOON BRAVO CAMP 2004 (part 1)
good day. part-b camp is over. cannot use finally. because i seriously still want some more torture. i turn sadist already. but here's whatever that happened during the last four days and three nights. the things that happened in school/hell.
day one. book in. come to school at 0700 and everybody fall-in already. larre there scolding some guy. the run to fall-in. put on beret that time, the dear khoo say yien did a pro thing, he never bring beret. what a move. part-b camp without beret. so he took taxi home and took it. pro. even before the swearing in, we already kena 300+ pumping already, all done. w00t. but the day is still young.
then afterwards we had pasar malam. not funny. i run halfway my blister burst. then when i checked it my socks was like soaked. with pus. then we just take our things out and threw tham on the floor. lip tat's 7 - 8 pairs of underwear was staring at my face.
book-in. nothing much. just chiong-ing here and there. pt was next. and it was slack. really. it wasn't as tough as i expected it to be. three rounds around the field in long 4. and the i/c was sprinting or something. well done. all the men lag behind until cannot see them. tong wei also said that it was slack. but there was already so many people who reported sick due to back sprain, dehydration blah blah blah, that we resorted to doing shuttle run for pt. w00t. surely very difficult.
i forgot what's after pt. so i'll skip to dinner. where samuel thought up some very lame crap food cheer. mr chua had a talk later on. but before he did so he showed us a even more lame crappier video about an alien being squashed by a disco ball while singing "i will survive". then later he talk about leadership. quote of the speech: " if you think leadership is bullshit, then leadership is bullshit." but the talk was good. it helped in the later days to come. mr yeow came after ccp left. he fed us lao hong biscuits. which he says are "better than oreo and khong guan". got a mr-yeow-biscuit-cheer some more.
w00t. then came the fun part. bunk inspection. wen yong kena OIC. then ming wei talk nice nice to him until he cried. ming wei is pro. like got aura around him. you might see him as a nice guy type of person. but he can nice guy you until you crumble to dust inside. power. then wen yong pump for us. and a lot of things not standardised. knew it. so later go sleep. sleep nice nice. our rifle/wife put in the middle of our bed. then kelvin tan go climb under the table and steal. not bad la. zhi ming saw him but he was blur.
amazing rifle/wife losing techniques. you could follow lip tat. go carry somebody else's rifle/wife when you are sleeping. lip tat slept with alan's wife. what a move. so end up alan's wife kena stolen. or you could follow ganda, just kick it onto the floor and don't give a damn. chin meng is also quite pro. with the rifle/wife nestled tightly between you arms, how do you get it out? simple, just shake chin meng, and the arms will open automatically. w00t. wei sheng was like laughing like mad.
but tomorrow is a brand new day. who knows what we might have to go through. stay tuned.
so come on, tell me.
Tuesday, November 23, 2004 @ 15:41
number ninety
new layout.
packing bag for tomorrow's part-b camp. so today will be the last the i type as a person who has not gone to school/hell. yes. school/hell. the place which we study in, our second home, will become hell for the next four days and three nights. every innocent-looking object you see in the school shall transform into demons for the next four days. we shall be tormented and bent in the raging flames of the school/hell and the survivors will emerged as toughened warriors, fit for the rank of corporals (NCC).
nah. it's not that bad. just some push-ups, hikes, run, shouting, bunk inspection, push-ups, more push-ups, more running, intensive drill, cnc, doing stupid stuff like talking to a tree, intensive p.t, drill, hours of hentataki, mutual, 30km hike, and even more push-ups. that's all. that's what i'm (we're) going to do for the next four days. we'll live.
i'm such a pro. being just a level 18 rogue, i went to the dungeon and fell to some shit-hole and end up being mauled by dozens of fire boar. to my death. w00t. what a hell of a way to die.
and i just realized my brother took the torchlight to bangkok. so i'm left with the gigantic but very bright torchlight. with no batteries. darn.
and the ss project. just thinking about it makes me sick. i'm thinking of slacking november away, and using december to get my form back for 2005. like it'll work. but it should, i hope. ss project, see you in december, along with the yue du bao gao which i will modify lester's work.
anybody have a pe t-shirt to lend me. mine is stained with lots of i-don't-know-what which i got from holding rifle 08 for many hours. and even if you have, it will be too late, because i can't get it from you.
good luck to all part-b tomorrow. may we come out alive.
so come on, tell me.
Monday, November 22, 2004 @ 18:59
number eighty-nine
what a day wasted.
went to joel's house at 12 noon to do the stupid flag and make the stupid cheer and end up thre people from our group playing WWE on the playstation. what a move. and the gay flag got smudged and what's left is a large black stain on some crap that should look like the shape of singapore. and they were still playing WWE.
so ziqi and i went to 85 and buy the new cloth and another set of LCP rank. on our way we saw a lot of yalams doing their yalamish things. like spitting and being idiots. typical.
then we go 85 the cloth shop, it was closed. wtf. we walked so long and the bloody shop was closed. so we wanted to walk back to school, but ziqi want to try one stretch of shops. i bet with him $2 that there will be no cloth shop. but there was. luckily he didn't say deal to the deal. woot.
and we got the cloth for free because the aunty was nice.
goind back home that time surely not funny. i walked from tampines regional library the foodcourt all the way to block 800+. cut through two fields on my way. yesterday's weather and the day before: rainy. therefore field = wet. and i trodded through the field. resulting in m shoes to become like shit. and they're wet too. and i need the shoes for camp. well done.
then when reach home, i use thinner to try to remove some paint. then i left the thinner in the toilet. and i went to bathe. almost died inside. stupid crap poisonous thinner fumes. woot.
so now have to sew rank and make flag. and possibly change the crap layout of my crap blog for the satisfaction of some people at my tagboard.
i hate bimbotic act-cute-not-cute act-smart-not-smart biatch(es).
so come on, tell me.
Thursday, November 18, 2004 @ 20:27
number eighty-eight
woot. finally can play maple story. started last last night and i'm now a level 13 noobish rogue. still have a lot of levels to catch up. the good things can be bought only at level 15 onwards.
i just realized that i only have four days to prepare my mutual. darn.
pds tomorrow. in the performing team. and yi xiu keep threatening to kick me out. surely one. then last training learnt balancing, modified stupid, modified tamil turning, forward exchange, marine and modified sea-game. surely not a lot.
and part-a selecting bayonet people. most of them so small, i think that they go into bayonet people will laugh at them. so they must replace their physical size with fierceness. like the senior clt don't-know-what-name. so small but also clt. pro.
passing message now. i i/c tomorrow.
so come on, tell me.
Monday, November 15, 2004 @ 14:04
number eighty-seven
maple story is taking such a long time to download. and when it does, the graphics look like shit. what the hell. and i'm downloading it again, four more hours. waiting.
my bro making popcorn now. later can eat. and slack.
should i play diablo. it might affect the downloading.
heck. i'll play. maybe later on.
so come on, tell me.
Sunday, November 14, 2004 @ 14:43
number eighty-six
listening to numb/encore by linkin park and jay-z. new song. great collaboration. very nice.
today is the malay new year. and as usual, it rained. there is a not a year when it does not rain during their new year. pro. i'm serious. for fourteen year it has been raining during their new year, no matter what day it is.
holiday on sunday means no guitar lesson. and no nothing on monday. nothing on monday means no pds. what the heck. i could do with one more day of slacking.
tv line-up today. first on 1815, the abyss is showing on star movies, followed by johnny english. and at 2100, X2 is showing on HBO, then followed by 8 mile. four movies in a row. i'm going to watch it. and if i'm not tired i might watch friday the thirteenth part 4.
went to beach road this morning to buy jungle hat. the one that wen guang bought for me was too damn small. so i bought the US version of the jungle hat. look the same but the size is much much better. ask larre, wei sheng, zhao xiang and ming wei if can or not. in the end they said can. if not i have to wear the singapore version which the largest size cannot even fit my head, let alone NS men.
so bored. must wait for two more hours before watching the movie. i think i'll just watch cartoons until the time arrives. and i'm not playing diablo two today. taking a break. and i'm also quite bored with it. left with only two quests: smash mephisto's soulstone and kill diablo. play it next time to make it more fun.
for now, i'm going to download maplestory. it sounds gay. so i'm going to play it.
selamat hari raya.
so come on, tell me.
Friday, November 12, 2004 @ 19:59
number eighty-five
what a day. what a damn amusing day.
first, during pds. dennis yeo i/c today. smiling at him. warm-up all the way to forty seconds. not funny. all caannot do except him and probably alan toh. yi xiu and chin ann was thanking him for killing his own platoon-mates.
and what a surprise. our dear, one and only daryl a.k.a darly came for training today. came only. not do pds. come for a while and reported sick for the whole training. surely not slack. while we were slugging in the sun, he was in the shade looking at the wall. pro. he was not even looking at us. really don't know what to say about him. don't mean to put my platoon-mate in this kind of limelight, but i can't help it. he is seriously too damn (fill-in-the-word-yourself).
and i hope that he can pass part-b camp, for our sake. orientation coming so soon and he go tell mr yeow that pds training too many times a week. SMILING at him. so far this is his first attendance and he has the cheek to talk about too many sessions?!
and talking about mr yeow. thanks to darly, part-c will screw us real bad. after training, that boy went to stall and knock on the door. stall, as you all know, will have music. usually turned on to the loudest, thus rendering the volume of the knock minimal. so darly went to call mr yeow. and he came. open the door. saw the stall in a hell of a mess. in the end, all part-c in the stall got seriously scolded. all thanks to dear darly.
what a move.
darly, good day to you. may you enjoy NCC life to the fullest.
so come on, tell me.
Thursday, November 11, 2004 @ 17:17
number eighty-four
happy deepavali to all. may all of you have good luck for the rest of the year. maybe not all. but some.
no school/pds today. that's means that it's a day of slacking and doing nothing. but i had a reason to do nothing. i was sick. or am still sick. down with flu. what the hell. must be the crap weather yesterday. but today better already. so most likely can go for pds tomorrow. cannot miss pds, or else will not go into orientation team.
whole day playing diablo two. i think i can complete the game before november ends man. i'm already at act 3 fourth quest already.
and to the great things fahlala. your name is SURELY not lame. i am NOT having the three drops of sweat rolling down the side of my face. how dare you come to the great tagboard and tag with a name with the word "great" in it. for that, you have unleashed great evil upon the world. your computer shall become the portal to hell and thus releasing all the vile things in it. all because you used the title "great". there can only be one "great" in the blog, which is me, and by labelling yourself as "great", you have created a paradox, thus rendering serious consequences. live with your punishment.
i'm just crapping.
and the obiang-banana-umbrella. tell you the truth, that's not an umbrella. it IS a banana. that's what us mutated vampiric stick insect/praying mantis eat when we are still fasting. we are only allowed to eat that for the whole of the fasting month. so don't tell other people about our food and ways of life. and it's not 6pm when we shed our human disguise. it's actually 26 minutes past 6pm and we have to wait another 54 seconds before the process is complete.
i'm not crapping this time. i'm seriously dead serious.
HBO sucks sometimes. no good movies during the holidays. bah humbug. i'll just read till my eyeballs shrivel up and fall out of my sockets.
good ahwooshy day.
so come on, tell me.
Wednesday, November 10, 2004 @ 15:29
number eighty-three
smilling at the weather. so darn blistering hot in the morning during pds. so hot until your skin can bubble and you melt and eventually evaporate. drinking water is useless, it gets evaporated once you step out in the sun. surely not hot.
and in the afternoon, big storm. flood so many places. what a change of weather. and after the storm, it's back to blistering sweltering hot weather again.
ok. learnt modified dragon toss and pung-fu salute plus recovery and champagne today. not bad. but still can be improved, by a lot a lot more.
and still got what. nothing already. tomorrow is a slacking day.
go slack.
so come on, tell me.
Tuesday, November 09, 2004 @ 20:16
number eighty-two
surely not irritating. got 19/20 for IMT and for yesterday's shooting competition, got a stupid 19/20 again. cannot just get full marks. and the bullet was like just 0.5 centimetres below the figure 12 target. what the heck. the overall results no that good. part-a was like crap. paert-b was better, but not good enough. how to get best-unit? try harder. there's still others events/competitions.
never blog for the past few days. i was playing diablo two. completed act 1 in two days. and i finished act 2 in three days. surely not fast.
pds tomorrow. part-b say that they learnt modified dragon-toss and pungfu salute while we were shooting at nee soon. smiling at them. they haven't learnt champagne or chingay and they learnt dragon-toss. turns out that larre taught them by mistake. pro.
the bookshop never open tomorrow. but what the heck, i'll just go and see if the aunty is there and go collect my books.
so utterly bored now.
yawn.
so come on, tell me.
Saturday, November 06, 2004 @ 19:39
number eighty-one
woo. just got a dose of simpson. now i can rest in peace.
enough of resting.
completed diablo two's act one in two days. fun. it has been such a long time sinced i played that game.
went to school today to play with the air rifles. and i aimed through the wrong hole. damn. resulted in 4 bullets wasted. what the heck.
nothing to do now.
stay tuned.
so come on, tell me.
Thursday, November 04, 2004 @ 17:35
number eighty
oh man. my msn messenger is so screwed up. cannot open.
and pds today. good. at least not 5. but 14. out of 26 people. for those people who were slacking at chalets or whatever crap place in one corner of singapore, this is what we learnt today. double right turning, sum fu, slapping, modified seagull, pipa, popeye.
for all those pds noobs out there who don't know anything about pds, don't laugh at the names. names are not meant to be laughed at. so don't laugh. because it is not nice to laugh at names.
for those that never come, good luck to you all. i don't know how the heck are you all going to catch up.
and i think 2SG soh teach us until he want to die already. can tell. can understand also.
and qi lun came today. and we got scolded for the pathetic strength which was "not even enough to do formations". true.
bored.
good day.
smiling at you.
ahwoosh.
so come on, tell me.
Wednesday, November 03, 2004 @ 14:58
number seventy-nine
marvel at the simplicity and the complexity of this blog! whatever it means. i just messed the html up and i got this. satisfactory. but heck it. i'll leave it like this.
and no songs. because the utterly crap song code website was really full of nonsensical bullshit. so no song.
i wanted to devote this entry to cursing yalams. but i've decided to postpone this notion. hear about it in the near future.
no pds today. what the hell. out of a part with 26 people, 5 people came. but they never came beacuse pds was cancelled and changed to tomorrow. because of 5 people's attendance, which could happen but never did!
but what if more people came. then there will be pds. and i will not be here typing. and changing layout. if i did not change the layout, i might not get the best-layout-of-all-time award because i would be at pds.
time. marvelous time. to be able to rip the fabric of time is both a blessing and a curse. but who cares. i want to be able to do that. consequences schmquences, i don't care. time is good. especially if it can be controlled.
but it's best not to mess with it.
so bored now. i recommend books by darren shan. about vampires and stuff. not what you think it is. but you should really REALLY go read it. it is awesome. the first book of the series is called cirque du freak.
this book also relies a lot on time. how a small action in the past might lead to something catastrophic in the future. a must-read.
but pds is tomorrow as i've said. which means qi lun will be here. well, you all brought it upon yourself. you could have prevented his presence in pds by being able to come today but you all chose not too. so good luck.
we'll all perish together.
a3. woo. elective history. me like. can start to but the books already. but it's no hurry. relax.
nothing to do now. my standard way of ending a post.
good day.
ahwoosh.
so come on, tell me.
Monday, November 01, 2004 @ 21:02
number seventy-eight
good day. pds today. fun. all of us were so damn weak that if we carry on like this no one will pass part-b camp. must start training again.
new drills. fun. more fun than slacking.
and yesterday. pure bliss. many hours of pure simpsons. non-stop. and while i was enjoying myself, my handphone rang. i took SO much effort to leave the television and my phone stopped ringing. quan heng called me. i couldn't be bothered toc all back so i carried on watching tv. then my house phone rang. and stopped. i presumed ot was some stupid yalam prank-callers or something close to that so i ignored it. but i was pissed that my show was constantly being interrupted.
then wei theng called me. i picked it up. and it was mrs ong. you all know what ong. talking crap, waste my phone money and time just to disturb me with a dare. pro. you all made me lose a few minutes of simpsons you know?!?! an offence punishable by death.
but overall okay. i still watched simpsons. and i enjoyed it. matt groening is a genius. he should get a nobel prize for contributing to the crapiness of society.
and ncc today. peer appraisal. and some crap slacker never come. stayed at home and pcc. what the heck man.
nothing else already. plan to slack tomorrow away. either read book or watch tv or eat.
good day.
ahwoosh.
so come on, tell me.