Saturday, September 18, 2004 @ 10:16
number sixty
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.
so come on, tell me.