Monday, January 24, 2005 @ 21:11
number one hundred and twelve
didn't want to blog, but have to. because today is the first time shooting live range. with live rounds. being able to kill another human being.
we left the school while lily koh was kpkb-ing everybody in the class. what a perfect timing. scolding halfway have to excuse people for ncc. lol.
pasir laba is a cock-up camp. everything also got problem. the stupid rifle i got had a file of oil on the rear-sight aperture. surely can aim. end up the sir on duty take the twig and poke the oil until it's gone. then fire off. first shot not say really loud. because got earplug. get stunned only. so cool. then aiming at the cantre of the canadian bull, the bullets hit 4 o'clock position, so have to aim about 10 o'clock position. hit the centre, but need adjustments. w00t.
then the figure 12. 2 magazines of five rounds deliberate. used the same method but don't know if got hit. coz the sir don't know why never let us go to the front and look. detail 2 and the rest all have. (-__-") then go sit and eat snake.
until the stupid 2WO mathi have to come call us go clean rifle. and the cock clt ap or something, call us do things give the long face. after taking the rifle cleaning equipment, learning how to clean, mathi call us go wait for the rifles to come. 5 minutes.
one hour later the people still shooting. his 5 minutes damn long. we were finally dismissed by the district commander cpt john after doing nothing but rot. dismiss us to make us swear that we, NRIC (...) Rank (CPL) Name (...), have no blah blah blah form of ammunition blah blah pyrotechnics blah blah in my posession SIR! sir=president of singapore. w00t. then he check. of all places, he never check inside the boots. not that i got smuggle out of anything, but that is supposed to be the first place to be checked.
then go back to school, sing song for ccp, pump, go home.
so come on, tell me.
Sunday, January 23, 2005 @ 19:07
number one hundred and eleven
i shall pack tomorrow's bag, write my agenda, fold my sleeves and get ready for live range tomorrow, later on. then watch hulk, eat dinner at the same time, get some early rest so that i can kill something tomorrow. figure 12, go eat bullets.
darn. live range tomorrow. my IMT results sucked. like shit. hope the same is not repeated tomorrow. touchwood. how far is twenty-five metres? not very far right? when you run on a track, 100m seems quite near already, so 25m should me ok. no big. i think. the IMT was supposed to be a 25m range. wtf. the canadian bull looked like a piece of something too small to be identified. (i knew before-hand i was shooting a canadian bull) enought about the range tomorrow. and yes soh, i will not take some empty rounds, put it inside my garder and try to smuggle them out of the range. i do not want to be jailed at such a young age for such a lousy crime. lol.
w00t. tomorrow got no test. because i have no core humanities subject. but have a biology test on tuesday and a poh test on friday. xian. just recovered from flu. 2 days to recover. must try to break the record next time.
er. nothing more to say.
good day. let's hope nobody gets killed tomorrow at the range. or get shot up so badly that he would rather die. hot steel plungling through the aorta, blood spurting out from the exit-hole, leaving a trail of red semi-solid gunk behind the speeding bullet. the guy falls onto the ground with a thud, dark red aortial blood seeping out of his wound. he's just a corpse now.
touchwood.
so come on, tell me.
Thursday, January 20, 2005 @ 21:07
number one hundred and ten
on the paper to lester for his birthday, i wrote: we will still pillar you. run. run did he and pillar him did we. want to chalenge me running. like he can win. no offence. lol. but i'm faster. 400m is the target next. if win 400m then will become the god of speed. so must go train.
larre oso got pillared/pond/pillared again/pillared once again. the first three by part-d. when we pillaring lester, don't know why he went to join us. walk straight into the lion's den. not dumb. he was pillared brutally. soh was wet, lester was wetter. have to go get the video footage from gui cheng when allah day is over.
ya. allah day. not funny. the school call kartini go talk about what she would do on allah day aka hari raya haji. i go say she will stay at home whole day eat bak kwa. then alan laugh so loud until the sec 4s also can hear. and lily koh go ask him what's so funny. lol. noob. then kartini say what sacrifice late, sheep still on plane. go bomb the plane, then all the sheep would be sacrificed on time. lol.
so boring. sia bee hui ap today. then all the late people had to leave late. good day to them.
ncc pledge according to foo thong seng sir. we the members of the national cadet corps, do hereby pledge, to be loyal to the republic and the corp, do you love ncc, this is not in the pledge, cut la. lol. we repeated all the things he said because he asked for it.
nothing to say already. go play maple now, do finish homework on allah day. and try to go to mecca for the haj. selamat hari raya haji. allah.
so come on, tell me.
Monday, January 17, 2005 @ 21:07
number one hundred and nine
wtf. screwed up imt. screwed it up big time. 13/20.
wen yong got 21/20. (-_-") misfire.
aiya. heck la. blog don't know for what.
live range next monday. if i miss 4 shots or more, i will use the rest of the bullets to shoot innocent kids.
so come on, tell me.
Friday, January 14, 2005 @ 20:41
number one hundred and eight
should be writing the agenda for tomorrow's meeting now, but i shall post first. while i have the mood to do so. w00t, tomorrow first meeting already, lots of things to decide.
haiz. mr chua come talk to me during training. about the council thing la duh.
first things first, to all the people whom i told that i was quitting, i would like to apologise really sincerely for making you think that i was quitting and making it sound final. sorry sorry sorry. sorry if i made your hopes too high, or anything like that. i can't help it. i must stay, for the sake of NCC.
stay on council to promote NCC, no choice. or else NCC won't have a place in council. sorry. i have to stay. but NCC is still priority, i assure you all.
w.h toh come school today to oversee the c.o.c parade. shoik sia. NS people come our school.
tradition is an important thing to honour. you break or end tradition, it means that you all are not fit to have whatever title you posses now, because that title was built by your predecessors so if you show that you all are not fit to have it, then you all shall not have it. and with that title comes with the respect of us. you might not feel that we deserve your cooperation, but please put those that went before you in your mind. do not think that just because you all are new, you can write your own book immediately. you can't. you'll need help. and not everybody wants to help you. so don't be picky. you will have to honour YOUR tradition.
can't help it but to end this post like this. i just wanted this to go out to those people who feel that i am talking about.
so come on, tell me.
Thursday, January 13, 2005 @ 20:36
number one hundred and seven
you find me offensive, i find you offensive for finding me offensive.
words of wisdom. perfect for meaningless arguements just to pass time.
i feel that class time = waste of time. whole day just hear those same people talking talking talking talking, surely won't be bored one. some act smart, some show off smart, some act cute, some not cute want to act cute, some a.p (me), some bochup, some only know how to copy notes wholesale. speaking of that.
screw them. not screw them. but lower screw them one notch. today the miss sia that notes. please, you can find all the things inside that textbook whick you all bought for a two-digit number. what is not in the note are: extra, irrelevant pictures and some extra less-than-one-minute-can-copy type of notes. what the hell. and they still need to photocopy the bloody powerpoint slides. that is the hardcore version of kiasuism. die die must have everything. if everything is in the notes, damn, i'll sell my teaxtbook and get a file to file the notes and read that instead. dicks.
back to the topic. we got a monk, a brute and a carpet in our class. similarity, they can't keep their mouths shut. on every single damn sentence that the teacher says, they must say something too. especially during maths, can't they just SHUT THEIR FUCKIN' PIEHOLES FOR ONE PERIOD?!?!?! i'm not mad at them, just pissed off. of you know the things, fine, shut your mouths, do your work. no one would think that you've died or something. can't give people a thought.
the monk is okay for some lessons, he knows how to be serious. and he is a bit loose in the mind.
the brute is well, brutish.
the carpet is hairy. if you're offended, that's probably because YOU like him. yes, YOU. that act smart but actually stupid girl (duh). YOU, not anyone else. but you. dumbass.
sia bee hui, please perk up your lessons or i will really die in class and all you get left is a corpse at the table. stinking up the class. you would want any corpses or foul decomposing smell in class do you? it would make you puke, us like YOU make me puke. yes, you again. don't be surprised.
nothing more. i dedicate this post to screwing up other people and ruining their days, making them feel offended and dissing other people.
you're welcome.
remember, you find ME offensive, i find YOU offensive for finding me offensive.
so come on, tell me.
Tuesday, January 11, 2005 @ 17:59
number one hundred and six
sucks. never go on a party-quest with a bunch of noobs. you would end up doing everything for them and in my case, that is getting 68 coupons for them. wtf. waste my time only.
then today. suggestion to the school: never ever put sia bee hui at the end of the day, because all the students would sleep. she teaches by reading everyhting from the paer, might as well photocopy it for us. actually was ronald smith lesson, but they go change.
i will go play party-quest next time.
good day. now to go cover what i did not listen in miss sia's lesson.
so come on, tell me.
Friday, January 07, 2005 @ 19:44
number one hundred and five
first things first, to all the audiences who watch Part-Charlie 2005 of ANSNCC perform silent precision drill today at the sec-one orientation, how was it? good? bad? sucky? as expected? amazing? marvellous? what?
but let's start from the start. first period, mr ronald smith. i think that guy each morning drink one whole container of coffee powder worth of highly-caffeinated coffee. then the whole day act like a guy on drugs. teach halfway can stand up and sing the national anthem of britain, america and germany. not lame. and count von schlieffen is represented by a plushie fake "talking" german sausage dog. but he teaches better now, not like last time. but i yet to watch his famous videos during lessons.
physics was boring, so was english. nothing else. i was waiting three hours for the end of school, so we can perform.
then recess time came aka time to go. went to toilet and change, go back to class then the huimin ask me if the toilet got a lot people anot. (-__-") not funny. surely i know one. then go eat. and wen sen told me to go adjust the NCC banner hanging on the top of the entrance to the canteen. w00t. and the way to do that is to stand on the dustbin. and in the case if you fall, good day to you. you will be remebered as a blood stain on the floor. then i go eat my rice.
not funny. i cock-up almost all the time during the last minute practice. got one time is champagne then samuel go say tapping then i get saboh-ed.
then performance. first of all, we cocked-up. big time. real big time. the second time we threw the rifles to each other was supposed to be together, but thanks to some screwed-up timing, we did it half/half. one half threw before the other. w00t. but due to the skill of part-charlie pds, we covered up the mistake and carried on as if nothing happened. lol.
then the roping in of future NCC guys. first of all, all of them are super small. got one guy cannot even hold the rifle up to the second ring. but heck, as long as we get the thirty is good enough. and i got a feeling it would be good this year.
and another thing. not to shoot anybody, but first, do not try to imitate or copy or duplicate or re-enact anything you see that is nice but is done by somebody else. it is not a nice and honourable thing to do. especially if you do not give credit to the other party or at least inform them first. you might not think that it is exactly the same, but if you had thought of even copying before, you are in the wrong. so go learn from your mistakes. secondly, if you do all the following, you have two options: do it as good as the other party, of do it better. DO NOT EVER do it a thousand or any numbers times lousier than the original, because you would seriously throw the name of the original. remember that. you know who you all are.
now to go play maple, and eventually take the file from csm bossneh.
next up, NDP 2005.
so come on, tell me.
Tuesday, January 04, 2005 @ 20:50
number one hundred and four
second day of school. some lessons started, and my class gets all the new teachers. the small chinese teacher that looks more like a student, the chinese ss teacher who looks damn like a yalam, and the cold koh. sia la. surely won't die.
not in a mood to blog. just want to pack my bag, play my guitar, watch the news and go to sleep.
good day.
pds tomorrow. performance pre-performance. w00t.
so come on, tell me.