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AIRBORNE ALL THE WAY Thursday, January 31, 2008

Today, we went to JEH. Ju Eng Home.
Its an old folks home.
Since I can't speak dialect, I can't speak chinese well and I can't possibly speak English to them, I volunteered to help out in the storeroom.
Turns out that the storeroom is a room for crazy chaps.
They played rollercoaster ride [as in hands on shoulders] while singing Elmo's song and Barney.
And that's my classmates we're talkin about.
"Barney is a dinosaur with no imagination, one day he eat char kway teow and then got constipation!" they sang. I introduced it to them.
Fanny sat on the rice stacks loading rice on.
Me and Pheodora [the two who at least have learnt some form of defence; me akido and her taekwondo] sorted out mushroom and soup cans.
And Esther and Marianne Ee were linkin [Park! haha] hands singing lalala.

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On Wednesday [WEDNESDAY! my favourite day of the week ruined by it!] we had a stupid social graces workshop which thought us how to sit properly and shake hands properly and carry yourself properly and so on.
Basically, how to be a proper, docile, gentle lady.
Fat chance.
There were three handshakes; the dead fish [which is lame] the web to web [which is correct but lame] and the knucklegrinder [which is the most fun of all! You get to squeeze the other person's hand so hard].
How to sit properly; legs together, thighs MUST be touching each other, feet together, slanting to the side.
How I sit improperly; legs not together, thighs not touching each other, feet not together, not slanting to the side.
How to adress each other: Good morning, ... how do you do?
How I adress almost everyone: Yo, Wassup, dude!
How to introduce people: ..., please meet ???. ???, please meet ... .
How I introduce people: This is ???. and this is ...
So, all in all, not very fun.

The second workshop was much better. This one was conducted by an American [hmm, was he born in Pennsylvania?] and we played a game.
See, the class votes for whatever he asks. so if like "Whos the friendliest?" everyone will vote for someone else or you can vote for yourself. Each person is represented by different colored cards, so you have a card of all colours and you put down the color card of the person you want to vote. Then you have 3 more cards, TOP, MIDDLE and ZERO. if you think u got the most votes, put top. if u think u got middle, put middle. if u think u got zero, put zero. If ur right, for TOP u get 3 pts, MIDDLE u get 1 pt, ZERO u get 2 pts. Otherwize, nothing.
And guess what? I got voted for
1. Best Memory
2. Best at computers
3. Most likely to be an undercover spy
and 4...
MOST LIKELY TO BECOME MINISTER MENTOR.
Operation Market Garden.
That's cool. I think.

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AIRBORNE ALL THE WAY Sunday, January 27, 2008

We did a lot of things this week.
Firstly on Thursday was my second infocomm lesson. I impressed and wowed the sec 2s with my history. They call me a walking-talking History machine. There was really nothing much to do, so I typed out a report on D-Day. The sec 2s saved it in their thumb drive to use it in sec 3.
Yeah, yeah, I know its getting boring.
Anyway, on Friday we had The Amazing Race SNG. See, we were doing a geo project where we had to map out the AMK ave 4 area. WE TOTALLY GOT LOST.
You wanna know why its the amazing race?
Cos everyone was quarrelling, and we were carrying heavy 6kg bags and got lost while trying to complete an impossible task.
To cut a looooong story short, it failed. So we're gonna go to google earth and see.
Yeah, I know its cheating, but, heck, its impossible to not cheat.
On Saturday, it was Sausage Day.
We went to Chinatown, and ate at the wonderful German Sausage stand. I still remember when we went there as a class and people were buying one slice at fifty cents from Rav.
Then we went to a branch of the stand and I ate Bangers n' Mash.
Yum.
And today, we went to buy a new car. Honda Stream. I prefer the name Honda Shrapnel. But, what the heck, nevermind. The thing is we got a new car.
I'm so sad.
The good thing is I drank three steaming foamy hot cups of MILo and it was Gr8.
But after that I really wanted to pee.

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AIRBORNE ALL THE WAY Wednesday, January 23, 2008

And to make up for the short length of this video, I'm gonna put in another one.

Hope you like it. I got plenty more.

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One day, Mr Tan [our maths teacher] said, "I'll be calling out a special series of numbers to answer the questions." then he called out 2. Guess wat sequence it is? I had already figured out [though Elim didn't manage to figure it out at all!] He called out three. I knew I was next, so I raised up my hand. He said "5". I said: MEE! And he said: Wow, you knew that you were already gonna get called? I said, "Yeah, Prime Numbers what!" He came closer, stared at me and said, "Wah, this one has a very mathetical mind!"

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Firstly, there's MR Tan the HPPS guy. He teaches Maths.
Next, there's MR Tan the St Nick guy. He teaches Maths.
But the HPPS one is thin, the other is a bit fat.
But...One went from HPPS to Catholic High.
The Other went from Catholic High to St N.
strange, innit.

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Firstly I'd like to share some good news.
I found a group of girls that are sporty enough to play basketball!
But...only one is a serious player, Fanny [No, not meaning 'butt']. She's really good at it.
And...I'll tell you later.
Anyway, the other girls all are lousy, as in not sporty. When the ball comes towards her and she grabs it and everyone chases her, Claudia will SSSSSSSSSSSCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAMMMMMMM
and drop the ball. CUCKOO.
And, today we drew against the sec 4s 1-1! Yay us.
Ok, now for the great good news:
TWO GIRLS IN MY CLASS LIKE WATCHING WORLD WAR TWO MOVIES!!!!!
One is Fanny, the other Celine.
Fanny has WATCHED THE BATTLE OF THE BULGE. She said that the dying sucked. Like me.

And...

CELINE HAS WATCHED BAND OF BROTHERS [see below]

And...SHE ABSOLUTELY LIKES IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

my dad says I should start a WWII club.

Now, the BAAAAAD news.

Almost ALL the girls in my class, AND SOME SEC FOURS, DON"T KNOW WHAT BBC IS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And Trini calls me BBC cos she says I sound like BBC [even tho she only found out what bbc was when I told her. She hasn't even listened to it yet!]

So my new nickname is BBC. I'm pretty fine with that.

I think.

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AIRBORNE ALL THE WAY Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Today, we celebrated the 75th Anniversary of CHIJ st nicholas girls school.
Let me digress for a while. Did you know that in the same year that St Nic was built, Hitler was elected German Chancellor?
Thats a bad omen.
Trust me.
But, we have some good news as well.
In the same year that St Nic was built, the BBC was founded and started its first broadcast.
Thats good.
I like BBC.
Anyway, there was this prayer thingy called Mass.
Now, I'm a free thinker. Mass to me means how heavy the object is, i.e. the weight, but that's something different.
Anyway, we released two birds. We were supposed to release two birds, I mean. When they opened the cage, the birds didn't know they were free!
They took out the bottom of the cage and poked one bird. The bird flew out, and dropped on the ground.
Big groan.
It starts flying again, but quite near to the ground.
Big cheer.
It falls to the ground, gets up again, falls to the ground, and stays there.
Big groan plus murmuring.
They open the top part of the cage and prod the other bird.
This time the bird flies high and away.
Big cheer plus standing ovation.
Hmm. Not bad for a bird.
BUT
This is where the blood and gore starts.
When it landed somewhere near the track, a big crow swooped down and grabbed it in its jaws.
I mean beak.
BIG BIG BIG SCREAMS FROM CROWD.
it flew to the top of the light and dropped the bird. THe bird tried to fly away, but the cow, sorry, crow, is too big and fast and grabbs it again.
And it eats it right in front of our eyes as it flies away.
Not a good omen.
As for the other little birdie, it stays there till the end of Weight of Object.
Then one of the Brothers goes with the cage and tries to recapture it. And it flits away, hovering just above the ground, before landing.
And so begins a wild goose chase, which results in a lot of oohs and ahhs from the audience [i.e. every St Nic girl except me].
And screams.
See, a crow made a pass at the bird, but I think the screams scared it away.
Looks like barbie pink is some good after all.
Anyway, what was I saying...
Oh yeah, the wild goose; I mean bird chase.
Finally, five people cornered the little coward and caught it.
Hooray! another standing ovation.
At the noon prayer they prayed for the little bird who lost its life.
Lessons Learnt: No.1 the birds were supposed to represent St Nic girls, so thats bad. No. 2. It means that when we finally have freedom we will be so pampered that we don't know how to be free and we'll be captured again. No. 3 If we manage to fly high in the real world, sooner or later, probably sooner, we'll get eaten up by a big fat preadator.

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AIRBORNE ALL THE WAY Monday, January 14, 2008

I have this classmate. Genavit...Genevih...Geneavivt...lets just call her Gen.
She has very serious athsma. Everytime she exerts herself she hyperventilates. But...we're digressing. Lets get back to the topic.
By the way, check out this interesting video on global warming. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mF_anaVcCXg.
Ok...we''re digressing again. So, back to the topic.
By the way, did I tell you my brother moved to Catholic High? I did?
Right...we're digressing. Again. Now, back to the topic.
Oh yeah, and...okay, okay, I get the message.
Anyway, she had an autistic boy in her class. Right. He's not autistic, people just mistook him to be autistic. But for all you know, he could really be autistic but he was acting autistic so that people would think that he wasn't autistic, but that wouldn't make sense, why would he be acting autistic when all he had to do was be himself, but if he was being himself, why would people think he wasn't autistic, because he would be acting autistic, so the question is, why would people think he wasn't autistic if he was acting, I mean was normally autistic?
Anyway, what was I saying...Oh yeah, the autistic boy.
His name's nicholas. Lets call him AB [Autistic Boy]. Strictly speaking, he isn't really autistic, but nobody knows for sure, because...Okay.
He rates girls every month according to how he likes them.
And one month, Gen topped his list.
So he would chase her all over the place. Once he chased her and she ran into the girls toilet. He Opened the door and yelled "Genavieve!"
And there was another time, she was manning the PA system, when all of a sudden he lept onto the stage and yelled into the mike "GOOD MORNING, GENAVIEVE!" and he kept yelling into the mike till they dragged him off the stage.
He also lifted up a fellow classmate's skirt [luckily she was yelling shorts]. But, again, thats digressing.
And the funniest thing is yet to come. He plucked a few weeds [which were meant to be flowers] from the school field, went down on one knee, and said, "Will You Marry Me?"
Hilarious?
Yea...no.
What would you do if it happened to you?
[I'd bang him on the head]

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AIRBORNE ALL THE WAY Thursday, January 10, 2008

By the way [BTW, which means By The Way, which is also called BTW, which stands for By The Way, which is aka BTW, which...you get my point] Jason transfered to Catholic High.

My English teacher is hilarious. 9/10 [I can never give a teacher, even a good one, full marks]. Chinese teacher is too philosiphical for my liking, but she's ok, but I never liked Chinese teachers so 6/10. History teacher looks too young to be teaching history. 7/10. Maths teacher is kinda like Mrs Idil. 8/10. Geo I haven't met yet. English Literature is dead boring. Boring teacher+boring book=3/10.
My Science teacher...my science teacher is a totall different story. 7/10. Not cos he's very good at teaching, but cos he's very lax.
And...
He thought Issac Newton invented the lightbulb!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How crazy is that?!
Speaking of crazy teachers, FH recently went crazy. He became a PE Teacher and dyed his hair yellow!!!!!!!!!!
Teachers. Sooner or later they go mad.

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AIRBORNE ALL THE WAY Sunday, January 6, 2008

Now, you wouldn't understand this if you hadn't watched BoB or read it, or listened patiently [without falling asleep] to my long explanations about WWII.
Its a dream I had, about this guy [you'll find out later who it is] killing Speirs.

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[The "I" is the guy, by the way]

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Speirs killed Will. Whether it was on purpose or not, I'll never know. All I know is Speirs killed Will. And I had to get him back for it.

So one day, April 11 2007, I told Speirs we had to talk. He didn't reply out loud, he just nodded. I guess he knew it was coming to him.

So after a game of netball I met him and we walked through a blank, open space.

I was fingering a colt .45 in my pocket, waiting for the right moment.

Maybe its his years of experience, maybe its a sixth sense, but he said softly, "Don't try that, kid. I've got an smg over here, and I'm not afraid to use it."

sure enough, a black barrel of an smg was sticking out from his side.

Well, I just had to avenge Will, didn't I? So I shot him [In the arm, we were walking side by side] and jumped backwards.

Well, he just opened fire with his smg. maybe it was the pain, maybe it was driving him mad, I don't know. He sprayed it all over the place, but it didn't nick me. Why? Because I had jumped backwards.

He didn't know I was still alive. Maybe he was blinded by the pain. In any case, I jumped on his back and grabbed him by the neck. I don't know what I was doing, it was a stupid thing to do, I could have just put a bullet in his back. But, to hell with that, he was my best mate besides Will, I could'nt have killed him cold bloodedly.

And so I jumped on his back and shot him in the stomach.

Now I know this is a more agonizing way to die, but I think, well, heck, I was angry. I wanted revenge. And revenge I was going to get.

Well, Speirs was very calm. He looked at me with calm, almost glazed over eyes, and said, "Well, I guess I had this coming, eh, kid?"

Speirs was my best mate; I was holding back the tears and I could barely nod. I gave him a watery smile.

It was kind of ironic because Speirs was wearing his army uniform that had survived all the Germans but hadn't survived his best mate.

"I'm sorry, Speirs," I whispered. Tears were running down my face.

Speirs gripped my hand and smiled crookedly.

I pulled him into a hug, his almost lifeless body in my hands.

"I really am sorry, Speirs," I sobbed.

"Nah, s'all right, kid. You did good," he said.

We stayed in that position until

"Sorry about Will, kid. Heck, I'm gonna die, ain't I?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"Well, like I said, you did good, kid. You did good."

Then he died. Like that.

I know that his pals now will come after me. But, like Speirs, I know. And I'm prepared.

And I had to do it. For Will. No regrets. Speirs knew too.

When my time comes, it comes. There's no avoiding it.

After all, they don't call me "Wild Bill" for nothing.

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AIRBORNE ALL THE WAY Saturday, January 5, 2008

We had camp last night.
It was pretty fun, but we had to do a lot of cheering.
There was a campfire and the grass caught fire.
It was fun seeing the NPCC running about putting it out.
Today we had CCA Fair, but it was more like the US 2008 Election campaigns.
They stuck stickers on you until at the end of it you looked like a highly decorated General.
And they gave you so many souvenirs your pockets soon overflowed.
And they went "JOIN HOCKEY! JOIN THIS! JOIN THAT!"
And my PSLs kept convincing us to join ELDDS, Hockey and Guides.
The netball people were wearing signboards saying "NE,TB,ALL [NETBALL] and CH,AR,GE [CHARGE]" .
They shouted JOIN NETBALL
the hockey guys shouted JOIN HCOKEy
NETball: JOIN NETBALL
HOCKEY: SHADDUP
Everyone burst out laughing after that.
It was kinda fun. Especially the General part.

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AIRBORNE ALL THE WAY Thursday, January 3, 2008

Today we had this "talent discovery", where we had to try out gym, hockey, netball, dance, and pitching a softball [though there is no softball]. Oh yeah, and track and field.
In gym and dance, I crap-sorry, cramped-my leg trying to do a stitch. In hockey I got my name listed down as one of those people who actually know what they're doing in hockey.
Lemme digress for awhile. There's only one other atheletic person in the whole class! They don't play basketball "cause I'm afraid it'll hit my head so I always run away from the ball", they don't know what "mark the person" means, they can't run ONE round around the track, they can't even throw a ball far! And they don't know what Tennessee is! What kinda class am I stuck in?!
Anyway, back to the subject. I cracked [knuckle cracked, not fractured] my shoulder once, my left hand twice, and while I was trying to jump hurdles, I tripped and fell and GODDAMN SPRAINED MY ANKLE.
Talk about a bad day at school.

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AIRBORNE ALL THE WAY Wednesday, January 2, 2008

I have to wear a stupid pinafore.
My school song's in chinese. CHINESE. CHINESE!CHINESE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And, the worst thing is,
WE ONLY HAVE TWO LESSONS WORTH OF HISTORY FOR ONE WHOLE WEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh bliddy heck. What've I gotten myself into?

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