new paper epic fail

HEALTH-SCARE SECTOR! THAT'S DAMN SCARY!!!!one!!1!

not possible

OMG! How could forget going to the BBQ on Sunday! It slipped off my mind. I saw the results. THe photos on facebook. I wasn't in there because I forget to go. Nobody reminded me too! D: WHY?! So I'm unwanted? Fine. I'm fine with parting with 10 bucks but being free and not going seems a waste! Sian diao. RAWR! I need humour. I need some laughs or I could die because my existence is being ignored!

I may be wols. But a narutard is a narutard. Click

Ok, I'm fine again. Laughter is the best medicine.

songs about army

Blogging about army is risky. Everyone knows that. Perhaps not me.

During the first 17 days of confinement that everybody in my company went through, people were bored sick in the bunk. Boredom, of course, gives birth to creativity. Our minds were filled with thoughts on how to make time fly faster, aka how to kill time. My bunk, which contained an excess of brain dead souls made up a song. Actually, 3 people made it up. Somehow, I'm one of them.

The 12 Days of NS (sung to the tune of The 12 Days of Christmas)
On the first day of NS my sergeant gave to me, a brand new FAD (or SOG).
On the second day of NS my sergeant gave to me, 2 garters and a brand new FAD.
On the third day of NS my sergeant gave to me, 3 PT kits, 2 garters and a brand FAD.

IT'S NOT PRACTICAL TO TYPE ALL THE SHIT, SO I SHALL CUT THE CRAP AND TYPE THE IMPORTANT PARTS.

On the fourth day..., 4 NO. 4s... (In the end, everyone gets 5 of these but at the beginning you really only have 4 of these.)
On the fifth day..., 5BX...
On the sixth day..., 6 candles...
On the seventh day..., 7 core values...
On the eighth day..., 8 rounds of ET...
On the ninth day..., 9 push-ups...
On the tenth day..., 10 lights out...
On the eleventh day..., 11B...
On the twelfth day..., 12 bunk-mates... (According to my bunk, I do have 12 of them.)

A song that is NOT R21 or M18, for once. Such a relief. No gore, no violence, no inclinations towards sex, no vulgarities, no self-depreciating humour about your own death, no death threats to your superiors or buddies and no girlfriend dreams. Clean fun that's difficult to find.

The whole platoon came to know of the song, I don't know how myself. Soon, the whole company knew about it. The 3 of us, the unknowns, remained the unsung heroes of the song. It should remain like this for eternity (at least till this song becomes obsolete).

The bored-to-death section also came up with 2 games to play - Defence of the Lockers or DotL and When the Cold Wind Blows. Whatever they are I shall cover them next time.

a level results

Call me a perfectionist. 4h2 As, pw A, H3 contem physics dist, gp B, chinese C.
Heck Chinese. I always don't care about it.
But gp is B. omg omg omg. damn the essay. I did the wrong one and killed myself off. Of course not happy. I should have done better for GP, that's why.
Anyone who knows me from Barker would be familiar with this one. Again that curse struck. For six years it has been there. Is it just me or is it him? Another reason for sadness.
My bro came home and saw my results slip and he agreed that the GP grade is indeed very irritating. D:

There's a second chance, though a lesser one. When I take the SAT, my england will be so powderful, that the B shall be banished. There's hope of course.

In any case, results aren't everything.

Well, back to camp on Sunday. Sad. I'm confined after the pop for something that shouldn't have happened.

After confinement, time to search for scholarships and ask questions. And apply for the local unis. I'm not going back to NTU (If I apply for them, they will confirm want me because I've taken part in too many of their programmes but look at them, so cheena and all the China students over there omg). Not management, econs, law (I can't take with B for GP), business so SMU's out. That leaves me with NUS.

The whole world expects me to take medicine. No way I'm going that path. I going for a science/engineering course. Not EEE (horrible experience at NTU, sorry not cut out for it). Something else...

After all, overseas is where I want to go. Destination UK. If not, US.

So who's happy with their results? From my closer friends, they generally don't seem too happy. Among my classmates, there are bits of unhappiness but many are happy, with one calling it divine intervention.