Write to live, live to write.
AIRBORNE ALL THE WAY Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Today we had the most exciting, amazing, fantastic, mind-blowing, abso-bloody-lutely awesome literature lesson ever!
It was literally [excuse the feeble pun; if it is even a pun, anyway] a History lesson!
See, for Term 3 we're doin' this lousy [compared to Animal Farm, anyway] Chinese Cinderella book, 'cos we're focusing on Asian writers [then why not the Kite Runner at least?] so its set in a time period that ranges from 1941-1952...that's part of WWII, people!
And so, today we studied the historical background. I was already bursting with anticipation at the eventual slides entitled "World War Two". We also did a worksheet [which I finished the day before] which contained questions on World War Two. I smugly corrected one of the questions which stated "In September 1945, the _____ won the war in Europe". LT, I hope you can answer that question and spot the mistake, or I'll never forgive you!
Then after lit ended, the excitement was over. Everyone was still reeling from my enthusiasm at the slides. I think even the teacher was shocked.
We had one hours worth of netball during PE, which trigged an athsma attack. Then it was Fried Food Wednesday so I bought three hash browns. and one sausage. Then the rest of the day was pretty uneventful, so lets skip that.
Boy, does my head hurt! I just went to the park near my house [yep, guys, its complete] for a jog. A little dog was sniffing at my feet as I went by. And he [or she] cut into my path. So I edged a bit more to the left. And as I was staring at him I didn't notice the corner of white wall jutting out right in front of me...
SLAM.
Jeez, it felt like my head was on fire. I jogged quickly to try to get the pitying tones of the observing crowd out of my ears. My mom was furious and blasted me for not looking where the hell I was going.
What the hell.
I mean, how do you expect me to look where I'm going when a bloody little dog's blocking my goddamn path?!
I think that got me more than the pain did.
So I went home and applied a few ice cubes to my head.
Now the lump feels like I fried an egg on my head.
Its too flat to see anything, though.
So unfortunately I can't fake an excuse of having a concussion and skip school tomorrow.
~Quote of the Day~
I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat. We have before us an ordeal of the most grievous kind…You ask, what is our policy? I will say: It is to wage war, by sea, land and air, with all our might and with all the strength that God can give to us: to wage war against a monstrous tyranny, never surpassed in the dark, lamentable catalogue of human crime…You ask, what is our aim? I can answer in one word: It is Victory, victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory, however long and hard the road may be; for without victory, there is no survival.
-By my favourite British prime minister and favourite speech maker, Winston Churchill. Not just because his speeches were great but 'cos he's weird as well.
It was literally [excuse the feeble pun; if it is even a pun, anyway] a History lesson!
See, for Term 3 we're doin' this lousy [compared to Animal Farm, anyway] Chinese Cinderella book, 'cos we're focusing on Asian writers [then why not the Kite Runner at least?] so its set in a time period that ranges from 1941-1952...that's part of WWII, people!
And so, today we studied the historical background. I was already bursting with anticipation at the eventual slides entitled "World War Two". We also did a worksheet [which I finished the day before] which contained questions on World War Two. I smugly corrected one of the questions which stated "In September 1945, the _____ won the war in Europe". LT, I hope you can answer that question and spot the mistake, or I'll never forgive you!
Then after lit ended, the excitement was over. Everyone was still reeling from my enthusiasm at the slides. I think even the teacher was shocked.
We had one hours worth of netball during PE, which trigged an athsma attack. Then it was Fried Food Wednesday so I bought three hash browns. and one sausage. Then the rest of the day was pretty uneventful, so lets skip that.
Boy, does my head hurt! I just went to the park near my house [yep, guys, its complete] for a jog. A little dog was sniffing at my feet as I went by. And he [or she] cut into my path. So I edged a bit more to the left. And as I was staring at him I didn't notice the corner of white wall jutting out right in front of me...
SLAM.
Jeez, it felt like my head was on fire. I jogged quickly to try to get the pitying tones of the observing crowd out of my ears. My mom was furious and blasted me for not looking where the hell I was going.
What the hell.
I mean, how do you expect me to look where I'm going when a bloody little dog's blocking my goddamn path?!
I think that got me more than the pain did.
So I went home and applied a few ice cubes to my head.
Now the lump feels like I fried an egg on my head.
Its too flat to see anything, though.
So unfortunately I can't fake an excuse of having a concussion and skip school tomorrow.
~Quote of the Day~
I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat. We have before us an ordeal of the most grievous kind…You ask, what is our policy? I will say: It is to wage war, by sea, land and air, with all our might and with all the strength that God can give to us: to wage war against a monstrous tyranny, never surpassed in the dark, lamentable catalogue of human crime…You ask, what is our aim? I can answer in one word: It is Victory, victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory, however long and hard the road may be; for without victory, there is no survival.
-By my favourite British prime minister and favourite speech maker, Winston Churchill. Not just because his speeches were great but 'cos he's weird as well.
>>Forgotten by02:59
AIRBORNE ALL THE WAY Monday, June 23, 2008
Today,school was nothing short of hell.
Another way of saying today, school could be summed up in one word: Hell.
Either way you look at it its the same bl0ody thing.
Oops. That was bl0ody, not bloody.
But who frigging cares.
I had like three compos and a compre from Chinese tr [ that includes my mom], maths paper with 21 loooong five part like questions, english vocab, music theory, Chinese reading, San Zi Jing, etc etc etc.
As you can see, school absolutely sucks.
I've been stressing that for, what, the past 5 years or so?
That's partly why I created the MOE voodoo doll.
But we're digressing, aren't we.
I need something to cheer me up.
Problem is, there really is nothing that could cheer me up.
I mean, I'm stumped at my favourite point-and-click game, I can't write anymore for my story [yes, I'm writing a bloody story. Not just Eugene can write one] 'cause I don't know what to write, I still have tonnes of homework to do, when I'm writing this I'm wasting time that should be used for my work, my answers to the maths paper are probably all wrong, I'm going to have to log off in a few minutes...
Life's never perfect, is it?
Then again, no one ever expects it to be.
~Quote of the Day~
Marine Corps Rules:
1. Be courteous to everyone, friendly to no one.
2. Decide to be aggressive enough, quickly enough.
3. Have a plan.
4. Have a back-up plan, because the first one probably won't work.
5. Be polite. Be professional. But, have a plan to kill everyone you meet.
6. Do not attend a gunfight with a handgun whose caliber does not start with a '4.'
7. Anything worth shooting is worth shooting twice. Ammo is cheap. Life is expensive.
8. Move away from your attacker. Distance is your friend. (Lateral & diagonal preferred.)
9. Use cover or concealment as much as possible.
10. Flank your adversary when possible. Protect yours.
11. Always cheat; always win. The only unfair fight is the one you lose.
12. In ten years nobody will remember the details of caliber, stance, or tactics. They will only remember who lived.
13. If you are not shooting, you should be communicating your intention to shoot.
Navy SEAL's Rules:
1. Look very cool in sunglasses.
2. Kill every living thing within view.
3. Adjust Speedo.4. Check hair in mirror.
US Army Rangers Rules:
1. Walk in 50 miles wearing 75 pound rucksack while starving.
2. Locate individuals requiring killing.
3. Request permission via radio from 'Higher' to perform killing.
4. Curse bitterly when mission is aborted.
5. Walk out 50 miles wearing a 75 pound rucksack while starving.
US Army Rules:
1. Curse bitterly when receiving operational order.
2. Make sure there is extra ammo and extra coffee.
3. Curse bitterly.
4. Curse bitterly.
5. Do not listen to 2nd LTs; it can get you killed.
6. Curse bitterly.
US Air Force Rules:
1. Have a cocktail.
2. Adjust temperature on air-conditioner.
3. See what's on HBO.
4. Ask 'What is a gunfight?'
5. Request more funding from Congress with a 'killer' Power Point presentation.
6. Wine & dine ''key' Congressmen, invite DOD & defense industry executives.
7. Receive funding, set up new command and assemble assets.
8. Declare the assets 'strategic' and never deploy them operationally.
9. Hurry to make 13:45 tee-time.
10. Make sure the base is as far as possible from the conflict but close enough to have tax exemption.
US Navy Rules:
1. Go to Sea.
2. Drink Coffee.
3. Deploy Marines...
[A joke I found on some blog for us military fanatics. What's here is almost entirely true. You don't get it? Didn't think you would. Private Joke. But if you don't understand this, Lt, I might kill you. You have been warned.]
Another way of saying today, school could be summed up in one word: Hell.
Either way you look at it its the same bl0ody thing.
Oops. That was bl0ody, not bloody.
But who frigging cares.
I had like three compos and a compre from Chinese tr [ that includes my mom], maths paper with 21 loooong five part like questions, english vocab, music theory, Chinese reading, San Zi Jing, etc etc etc.
As you can see, school absolutely sucks.
I've been stressing that for, what, the past 5 years or so?
That's partly why I created the MOE voodoo doll.
But we're digressing, aren't we.
I need something to cheer me up.
Problem is, there really is nothing that could cheer me up.
I mean, I'm stumped at my favourite point-and-click game, I can't write anymore for my story [yes, I'm writing a bloody story. Not just Eugene can write one] 'cause I don't know what to write, I still have tonnes of homework to do, when I'm writing this I'm wasting time that should be used for my work, my answers to the maths paper are probably all wrong, I'm going to have to log off in a few minutes...
Life's never perfect, is it?
Then again, no one ever expects it to be.
~Quote of the Day~
Marine Corps Rules:
1. Be courteous to everyone, friendly to no one.
2. Decide to be aggressive enough, quickly enough.
3. Have a plan.
4. Have a back-up plan, because the first one probably won't work.
5. Be polite. Be professional. But, have a plan to kill everyone you meet.
6. Do not attend a gunfight with a handgun whose caliber does not start with a '4.'
7. Anything worth shooting is worth shooting twice. Ammo is cheap. Life is expensive.
8. Move away from your attacker. Distance is your friend. (Lateral & diagonal preferred.)
9. Use cover or concealment as much as possible.
10. Flank your adversary when possible. Protect yours.
11. Always cheat; always win. The only unfair fight is the one you lose.
12. In ten years nobody will remember the details of caliber, stance, or tactics. They will only remember who lived.
13. If you are not shooting, you should be communicating your intention to shoot.
Navy SEAL's Rules:
1. Look very cool in sunglasses.
2. Kill every living thing within view.
3. Adjust Speedo.4. Check hair in mirror.
US Army Rangers Rules:
1. Walk in 50 miles wearing 75 pound rucksack while starving.
2. Locate individuals requiring killing.
3. Request permission via radio from 'Higher' to perform killing.
4. Curse bitterly when mission is aborted.
5. Walk out 50 miles wearing a 75 pound rucksack while starving.
US Army Rules:
1. Curse bitterly when receiving operational order.
2. Make sure there is extra ammo and extra coffee.
3. Curse bitterly.
4. Curse bitterly.
5. Do not listen to 2nd LTs; it can get you killed.
6. Curse bitterly.
US Air Force Rules:
1. Have a cocktail.
2. Adjust temperature on air-conditioner.
3. See what's on HBO.
4. Ask 'What is a gunfight?'
5. Request more funding from Congress with a 'killer' Power Point presentation.
6. Wine & dine ''key' Congressmen, invite DOD & defense industry executives.
7. Receive funding, set up new command and assemble assets.
8. Declare the assets 'strategic' and never deploy them operationally.
9. Hurry to make 13:45 tee-time.
10. Make sure the base is as far as possible from the conflict but close enough to have tax exemption.
US Navy Rules:
1. Go to Sea.
2. Drink Coffee.
3. Deploy Marines...
[A joke I found on some blog for us military fanatics. What's here is almost entirely true. You don't get it? Didn't think you would. Private Joke. But if you don't understand this, Lt, I might kill you. You have been warned.]
>>Forgotten by03:36
AIRBORNE ALL THE WAY Friday, June 20, 2008
Today's the last official day of the holidays.
For me, anyway. I know the RGS girls've already started school. And I don't know about the RI boys.
What I do know is that I'll be missing the freedom of waking up late that every holiday brings.
Yeah, whatever.
The end of the holidays hasn't been remotely exciting so there isn't much to blog about.
Although there was this particularly bad luck I've recently got.
Its like I walked under a ladder or broke a mirror.
And as far as I know, I've never broken a single mirror nor walked under a single ladder.
Anyway.
On Tuesday, during the rough and rowdy basketball match someone scraped my thumb and it bled.
On Wednesday, J tripped me and I knocked my foot against the corner of the metal coffee table and felt like I sprained my ankle again.
On Thursday I stubbed my big toe which had blood and pus coming out of it.
On Friday, today, I stabbed myself accidentally in the leg with my mechanical pencil.
Apparently there's still some left inside.
The wound has swollen a bit and my leg's feeling painful.
What else happened...?
I can't remember.
Maybe it was the bump on my head from my drawer that did the trick.
~Quote of the Day~
[No quote. Its the same day, remember?]
For me, anyway. I know the RGS girls've already started school. And I don't know about the RI boys.
What I do know is that I'll be missing the freedom of waking up late that every holiday brings.
Yeah, whatever.
The end of the holidays hasn't been remotely exciting so there isn't much to blog about.
Although there was this particularly bad luck I've recently got.
Its like I walked under a ladder or broke a mirror.
And as far as I know, I've never broken a single mirror nor walked under a single ladder.
Anyway.
On Tuesday, during the rough and rowdy basketball match someone scraped my thumb and it bled.
On Wednesday, J tripped me and I knocked my foot against the corner of the metal coffee table and felt like I sprained my ankle again.
On Thursday I stubbed my big toe which had blood and pus coming out of it.
On Friday, today, I stabbed myself accidentally in the leg with my mechanical pencil.
Apparently there's still some left inside.
The wound has swollen a bit and my leg's feeling painful.
What else happened...?
I can't remember.
Maybe it was the bump on my head from my drawer that did the trick.
~Quote of the Day~
[No quote. Its the same day, remember?]
>>Forgotten by01:25
AIRBORNE ALL THE WAY
On Tuesday, me and J went to HF's annual [annual? more like holiday-al] party at her familiar Changi Safra chalets.
Did you know her dad's the president of Safra? I didn't.
Anyway. Along the way, we picked up Deep from RI. And then we had our usual argument about whether Changi Naval Base or Changi Village was better.
"Changi Naval Base!"
"Changi Village!"
"Changi Naval Base!"
"Changi Village!"
"Changi Naval Base!"
and so on.
[you notice CNB is mentioned more than CV. That should give you an obvious clue in trying to figure out where my loyalties lie.]
When we reached there, JH's friends were already upstairs playing their god-knows-what on more god-knows-whats.
How bloody interesting!
Anyway, HF takes us downstairs to let us play Call of Duty 4.
Naturally I get one of my famous mind-numbing headaches watching J swing his gun all over the place.
So we go bowling.
I score 2 strikes!
Ok...maybe 1 strike and one strike-spare.
Never heard of a strike-spare? First part of the frame you get a gutterball. Second part of the frame you get a spare. That's like getting a strike in the second frame.
Sadly I wasted my strike-spare.
Anyway.
After that we went to the arcade, where I spent my money on time crisis and that stupid game where you try to get more tokens.
I lost two bucks on that thing!
Then we trooped back to Chalet 38 'cause it was too hot to go out and play.
We watched the first disk of National Treasure 2.
Believe me, I NEVER want to watch a movie with that crowd I was watching a movie with.
Half the crowd's the know-it-alls: "Oh, this is gonna happen next!" "Oh, I know this part! This is where..." "This part's great! You see..."
I told them, "Don't you know how irritating and un-fun it is to watch a movie when you already know the facts thanks to some irritating know-it-alls?"
No use. They kept up with their endless, much-too-useful chatter.
And the other half.
People like [no offence, LT] HF.
"What's going on?" "Who is this?" "What's that?" "I thought..." "Hey, wait a minute!" "What did he say?" and the ever popular...
"Huh?"
Oh god.
Next we went to play bball. We booked the bball court and had the fastest, roughest, dirtiest game of bball ever played in the history of ameteurs.
No one played by the rules. Everyone was pinching, scratching, shoving, pulling, constricting, grabbing, snatching, and whatever other offensive whatever-these're-called you can think of.
[Just note: my english is good. Its just that I can't be bothered to think right now.]
Anyway.
Then, thanks to JH's indecisive friend [who initially suggested we play bball] we went to play street soccer. And then the indecisive friend ran off back to the chalet. That's wasting money, goddamnit.
Anyway, street soccer was a dismal failure.
So, we went back to the chalet and played RISK.
Congrats! HF and I made a great team. Although we only had one army in America I told her to try and conquer America, which we eventually did.
I'm sorry, eventually would have.
Still, we won the game. We had more armies than anyone else before everyone had to leave.
That's good.
Right?
I think it is.
Doesn't matter.
What matters is that it was a good reunion...
Although we were outnumbered by JH's friends.
That's 4 of us, people!
~Quote of the day~
"Peace in our Time!"
-Brit PM Neville Chamberlain [before Churchill] after coming home from a peace conference with Hitler. [Fat Chance.]
*Bros com so no pic*
Did you know her dad's the president of Safra? I didn't.
Anyway. Along the way, we picked up Deep from RI. And then we had our usual argument about whether Changi Naval Base or Changi Village was better.
"Changi Naval Base!"
"Changi Village!"
"Changi Naval Base!"
"Changi Village!"
"Changi Naval Base!"
and so on.
[you notice CNB is mentioned more than CV. That should give you an obvious clue in trying to figure out where my loyalties lie.]
When we reached there, JH's friends were already upstairs playing their god-knows-what on more god-knows-whats.
How bloody interesting!
Anyway, HF takes us downstairs to let us play Call of Duty 4.
Naturally I get one of my famous mind-numbing headaches watching J swing his gun all over the place.
So we go bowling.
I score 2 strikes!
Ok...maybe 1 strike and one strike-spare.
Never heard of a strike-spare? First part of the frame you get a gutterball. Second part of the frame you get a spare. That's like getting a strike in the second frame.
Sadly I wasted my strike-spare.
Anyway.
After that we went to the arcade, where I spent my money on time crisis and that stupid game where you try to get more tokens.
I lost two bucks on that thing!
Then we trooped back to Chalet 38 'cause it was too hot to go out and play.
We watched the first disk of National Treasure 2.
Believe me, I NEVER want to watch a movie with that crowd I was watching a movie with.
Half the crowd's the know-it-alls: "Oh, this is gonna happen next!" "Oh, I know this part! This is where..." "This part's great! You see..."
I told them, "Don't you know how irritating and un-fun it is to watch a movie when you already know the facts thanks to some irritating know-it-alls?"
No use. They kept up with their endless, much-too-useful chatter.
And the other half.
People like [no offence, LT] HF.
"What's going on?" "Who is this?" "What's that?" "I thought..." "Hey, wait a minute!" "What did he say?" and the ever popular...
"Huh?"
Oh god.
Next we went to play bball. We booked the bball court and had the fastest, roughest, dirtiest game of bball ever played in the history of ameteurs.
No one played by the rules. Everyone was pinching, scratching, shoving, pulling, constricting, grabbing, snatching, and whatever other offensive whatever-these're-called you can think of.
[Just note: my english is good. Its just that I can't be bothered to think right now.]
Anyway.
Then, thanks to JH's indecisive friend [who initially suggested we play bball] we went to play street soccer. And then the indecisive friend ran off back to the chalet. That's wasting money, goddamnit.
Anyway, street soccer was a dismal failure.
So, we went back to the chalet and played RISK.
Congrats! HF and I made a great team. Although we only had one army in America I told her to try and conquer America, which we eventually did.
I'm sorry, eventually would have.
Still, we won the game. We had more armies than anyone else before everyone had to leave.
That's good.
Right?
I think it is.
Doesn't matter.
What matters is that it was a good reunion...
Although we were outnumbered by JH's friends.
That's 4 of us, people!
~Quote of the day~
"Peace in our Time!"
-Brit PM Neville Chamberlain [before Churchill] after coming home from a peace conference with Hitler. [Fat Chance.]
*Bros com so no pic*
>>Forgotten by00:16
AIRBORNE ALL THE WAY Monday, June 16, 2008
Yes, yesterday was my brother's birthday.
And as a treat he got presents!
Three 1/8 scale model soldiers; one German Volksgrenadier, one typical British Private and one U.S. Private.
I suppose the German Volksgrenadier sounds much more interesting than the other two, huh?
Well, to telly ou the truth, the Volksgrenadier gave me a right bloody headache when I tried to fix him up.
Not a very good way to welcome me home, you know.
His belt was just too tough to fix. Everything was made exactly like the real thing, so it was really hard to adjust the belt and all. For the G.I., I had to undo the strings on his tiny little leggings and when I realised it was too hard to put 'em on I had to redo his strings. Talk about fustrating.
Then after an hour and a half or so I finally gave up and stormed down to eat my breakfast and read the papers.
Boy, did I miss the papers.
Anyway. My dad was pretty amused at my moody silence and said that "everything doesn't have to be perfect, y'know, I'm sure its pretty easy. All it needs is time and patience" sort of crap.
Well, when he tried fifteen minutes later he wasn't practicing what he preached.
I had to bite my lip a couple of times from giving him the "I told you so" treatment.
Well, we raged and shouted and furiously struggled with the persistent, too bloody realistic equipment for both the German and the G.I., Jason the little birthday boy told us, "Actually its quite ok. All I need is the guy and his gun."
Bloody hell. Telling us that a lot earlier might've helped.
Talk about a spoilt, ungrateful little brat.
Ah well. Its his birthday, I guess. But he had this funny little idiosyncracy. Whenever my dad said "Happy birthday J," he'd reply "Happy birthday Dad" before he could think.
Strange thing is it never happened to me or my mom.
Speaking of idiosyncracies, tell me if this one is strange. When Jason's sitting on a leather seat he must sit away from a window. Like in an airplane, say the seats were leather. He cannot sit next to the window and made my mom change seats with him in the ferry just for that.
Strange. But then again, to each his own, so I guess I can't really complain.
I mean, you're talking to the person who is so rigid in her routine that she has to read the papers in a specific order.
And as a treat he got presents!
Three 1/8 scale model soldiers; one German Volksgrenadier, one typical British Private and one U.S. Private.
I suppose the German Volksgrenadier sounds much more interesting than the other two, huh?
Well, to telly ou the truth, the Volksgrenadier gave me a right bloody headache when I tried to fix him up.
Not a very good way to welcome me home, you know.
His belt was just too tough to fix. Everything was made exactly like the real thing, so it was really hard to adjust the belt and all. For the G.I., I had to undo the strings on his tiny little leggings and when I realised it was too hard to put 'em on I had to redo his strings. Talk about fustrating.
Then after an hour and a half or so I finally gave up and stormed down to eat my breakfast and read the papers.
Boy, did I miss the papers.
Anyway. My dad was pretty amused at my moody silence and said that "everything doesn't have to be perfect, y'know, I'm sure its pretty easy. All it needs is time and patience" sort of crap.
Well, when he tried fifteen minutes later he wasn't practicing what he preached.
I had to bite my lip a couple of times from giving him the "I told you so" treatment.
Well, we raged and shouted and furiously struggled with the persistent, too bloody realistic equipment for both the German and the G.I., Jason the little birthday boy told us, "Actually its quite ok. All I need is the guy and his gun."
Bloody hell. Telling us that a lot earlier might've helped.
Talk about a spoilt, ungrateful little brat.
Ah well. Its his birthday, I guess. But he had this funny little idiosyncracy. Whenever my dad said "Happy birthday J," he'd reply "Happy birthday Dad" before he could think.
Strange thing is it never happened to me or my mom.
Speaking of idiosyncracies, tell me if this one is strange. When Jason's sitting on a leather seat he must sit away from a window. Like in an airplane, say the seats were leather. He cannot sit next to the window and made my mom change seats with him in the ferry just for that.
Strange. But then again, to each his own, so I guess I can't really complain.
I mean, you're talking to the person who is so rigid in her routine that she has to read the papers in a specific order.
>>Forgotten by00:16
AIRBORNE ALL THE WAY Sunday, June 15, 2008
Well, guess who’s back! Thanks I just touched down yesterday at Changi Airport at 2000hrs. This trip had a lot of firsts, I can tell you that. First time I’ve ever been out of South East Asia…first time I’ve had time to watch a movie on the way there and back…first time my flight’s been delayed [for an hour, ‘cause of the bad weather]…first time I’ve spent so many days not buying any souvenirs and on the last day buying HK$1003 worth…
When we landed in Hong Kong the weather was horrendous. The plane flew straight into a storm and the plane was thrown about like a roller coaster. Pretty fun actually, when you get used to the idea. But there was this little guy behind us, sounding like the prophet predicting the end of the world type – “Uh oh! Uh oh!” I reckon that was the only thing he’d learnt to say so far.When we finally landed I turned to look at our mysterious “Prophet”. Turns out he was only this three year old boy who had conveniently chosen the landing time to fall asleep after interrupting my roller coaster ride with his many “Uh oh!” predictions.
The taxi driver that brought us to the hotel cheated us. The way there, he charged us HK$360. But when we went back it was only HK$289. Bloody hell, it isn’t fair. Not to mention his taxi was so smelly.
We crossed a landslide on the way, though sadly we didn’t see it happen. There were also floods and thunderstorms…that should give you an idea about how bad the weather was.Well, after that it was pretty easy going. We went back to the hotel and fell asleep. Next day, 0630 I wake up, go to the toilet and then go back to sleep. Same thing happened everyday after that. Then I wake up at 0800 and turn on the TV to AXN and watch CSI: NY and after that Early Edition and if we stay in the hotel longer, NUMB3RS. This is the first holiday I’ve watched so much TV, really. Maybe it’s ‘cause we didn’t have kiddy channels. Lots of sports channels…we watched Russia being thrashed 4-1 and Netherlands winning 4-1. Also gymnastics, biking, Guinness World Records, that sort of thing.
We walked around a lot [must’ve walked at least 11 miles] and bought relatively little. Went to Victoria Peak and Madame Tussauds [where I took pictures with Adolf Hitler and Winston Churchill!] and Ocean Park. But No Disneyland. But on the last day there was this absolutely mind-blowingly fantastic soldier and weapons exhibition at this “Hollywood Plaza” place. We bought three 1/8 scale soldiers, one British, one American and one German. My little brother, who’s just turned 10 today, got a tank for himself. And all that added up to HK$1003, which is about SGD$198.
When we came back we were delayed one hour ‘cause of the weather. At least it gave me time to watch my movie [Vantage Point] and still have lots of time to watch CSI:NY and play “Bookworm”. In case you didn’t know I love word games. And that’s really all there is to tell about my fantastic trip to HK. Not a lot, I guess, but it was pretty amazing for me.
[i've got to go now. Mom's calling me. Today's J's b-day, as you can see. We've gotta go celebrate. Argh. No pic 'cause this is J's com.]
~Quote of the Day~
"The way to win an atomic war is to make sure it never starts."
-Can't remember who. But anyway I've really gotta go.
>>Forgotten by02:54
AIRBORNE ALL THE WAY Friday, June 6, 2008
Guess what, guys?
I'm now at Changi Airport's Terminal 3's Internet Kiosk!
How interesting.
As you can see, this post is gonna be mighty short...possibly the shortest one I've ever posted.
Anyway, I don't really have much time.
My flight's at 1230 and apparently my parents want me to get there by 1200.
Sharp.
So, we've eaten Cajun Fries again, I've walked halfway around the terminal in search of this kiosk and D-Day's over.
Not a very happy day you might say.
But I'm going to Hong Kong! My first time out of South East Asia.
But not out of Asia yet, sadly.
Yes, Eugene, of course I'd like to try out the Western countries, but my parents say a) I'm too young and b) Its too expensive.
I'm too young? Aw, c'mon! My friend's been to Switzerland and USA and Britain and Ireland and Scotland and god knows where else and she says it's boring!
And no, Eugene, the first place I'm going to if I go to USA would NOT be Disneyland. It would be the Iwo Jima Navy War Memorial! The statue of the people raising the flag at Iwo Jima in January/February 1945 on the dunnowhat hill.
If I went to Britain I'd visit the Imperial War Museum, for France obviously the Five D-Day beaches and Pointe Du Hoc and Ste. Mere Eglise and Ste. Marie Du Mont and god knows where else, Holland Nijmegen, Son, Eindhoven, Nuen and...you get the idea.
So many places for me to visit.
So little time.
~Quote of the Day~
[Thank God I can memorize some of them]
Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice saying at the end of the day, "I will try again tomorrow."
-Unknown soldier
[Please help me check if this is the right quote by checking my MSN personal message. Thanks!]
[Oh, and since this is Changi Airport, No Lone Ranger Sign. Ah Well. Adios, Amigos!]
I'm now at Changi Airport's Terminal 3's Internet Kiosk!
How interesting.
As you can see, this post is gonna be mighty short...possibly the shortest one I've ever posted.
Anyway, I don't really have much time.
My flight's at 1230 and apparently my parents want me to get there by 1200.
Sharp.
So, we've eaten Cajun Fries again, I've walked halfway around the terminal in search of this kiosk and D-Day's over.
Not a very happy day you might say.
But I'm going to Hong Kong! My first time out of South East Asia.
But not out of Asia yet, sadly.
Yes, Eugene, of course I'd like to try out the Western countries, but my parents say a) I'm too young and b) Its too expensive.
I'm too young? Aw, c'mon! My friend's been to Switzerland and USA and Britain and Ireland and Scotland and god knows where else and she says it's boring!
And no, Eugene, the first place I'm going to if I go to USA would NOT be Disneyland. It would be the Iwo Jima Navy War Memorial! The statue of the people raising the flag at Iwo Jima in January/February 1945 on the dunnowhat hill.
If I went to Britain I'd visit the Imperial War Museum, for France obviously the Five D-Day beaches and Pointe Du Hoc and Ste. Mere Eglise and Ste. Marie Du Mont and god knows where else, Holland Nijmegen, Son, Eindhoven, Nuen and...you get the idea.
So many places for me to visit.
So little time.
~Quote of the Day~
[Thank God I can memorize some of them]
Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice saying at the end of the day, "I will try again tomorrow."
-Unknown soldier
[Please help me check if this is the right quote by checking my MSN personal message. Thanks!]
[Oh, and since this is Changi Airport, No Lone Ranger Sign. Ah Well. Adios, Amigos!]
>>Forgotten by20:40
AIRBORNE ALL THE WAY
Happy 64th D-Day Anniversary!
Yes, today is the 64th anniversary of the "Day that shaped the twentieth century", according to Stephen E. Ambrose.
You could say that his words are entirely true, given the fact that if D-Day had failed, the Axis would've stood a better chance of winning the war.
Anyway, I bet you're already bored to death by my monologue on the "day that will live in infamy..." for the Germans, as Roosevelt probably would've put it.
So, on with current events.
That reminds me, that stupid "Today in History" [or was it "This Day in History"?] in the Straits Times didn't mention D-Day! Instead it mentioned some first frozen peas appear in supermarkets.
I mean, aw, c'mon! Would you rather read about frozen peas [which I don't like to eat anyway] or a horrific yet enthralling battle for the beaches that shaped the course of WWII?
I don't know about you, but I'd definitely choose the latter.
Anyway, we're digressing again.
Ah yes. Yesterday, coincedentally the 64th Anniversary of the later postponed Operation Overlord [you've guessed it, D-Day] and also when, at 2310, 175000 of the Allies' finest youth took off for Normandy in their C-47s, we had our lovely reunion party.
Yes, irritating, isn't it, the way I keep going back to D-Day. I don't expect anybody to be paying attention to this except Lt.
And even she got the facts wrong, only 2200 died on Omaha beach, not 6000.
Anyway. Our party was hosted at WCP [West Coast Park] at 1200hrs in MacDonalds. We ate lunch [not necessarily together] and played Arunima's the game that arunima's lame brain was obsessed with, "Truth or Dare".
Mind you, there were a few awkward moments, one more awkward than the others - please don't be angry with me, Mich or Elim - when Mich and Elim sat at the same round table, just one seat apart, and I was facing them, sitting on one of the squarish tables.
And both of 'em rattled on about anything under the sun - of course, though, the dialogue was directed at ME.
Isn't it creepy when two people talk to you but ignore the other?
Anyway. The rain cleared soon enough, and the sun came out. Boy, what a sun! It was boiling hot. We played a bit of soccer/baseball [Where Aru got 5 - or was it 6? - I ROCK!!!s changed to I SUCK!!!s] , climbed the pyramaid [Arunima made me carry her bottle up, I only got halfway - d'you know how hard it is climbing with a bottle in your hands?! - and when I was coming down she kicked me in the back of my head.] and had an obstacle course race. Then we went to the seaside and sat on the rocks and Elim had a nice fall on the algae covered rocks further down. His shirt reminded me of the time me and Javiar tricked him into running around in the marshland at KS's party after we mistakenly trekked into it as well. And we didn't have it as bad 'cos we were wearing shorts - he was wearing pants.
Ah well. It was a great turnout, guys. Really good. I mean, about 22 people came, though four rather irresponsible people left early. Not bad for such messy organizing [yes, I know, I'm sorry]. We have a nice group photo [shot by J] to remember this great party. Yippee.
And Today's D-Day! Never forget the few thousand Allied soldiers that gave their lives to save ours. If they hadn't, I might not have been writing these words today.
[yes, I know, very stereotypical, but it's true. The war could've dragged on and they could've killed my grandparents.]
~Quote of the Day~
[To Tie in with the glorious D-Day!]
"Soldiers, Sailors and Airmen of the Allied Expeditionary Force!
You are about to embark upon the Great Crusade, toward which we have striven these many months. The eyes of the world are upon you. The hopes and prayers of liberty-loving people everywhere march with you. In company with our brave Allies and brothers-in-arms on other Fronts, you will bring about the destruction of the German war machine, the elimination of Nazi tyranny over the oppressed peoples of Europe, and security to yourselves in a free world.
Your task will not be an easy one. Your enemy is well trained, well equipped and battle-hardened. He will fight savagely.
But this is the year 1944! Much has happened since the Nazi triumphs of 1940-41. The United Nations have inflicted upon the Germans great defeats, in open battle, man-to-man. Our air offensive has seriously reduced their strength in the air and their capacity to wage war on the ground. Our Home Fronts have given us an overwhelming superiority in weapons and munitions of war, and placed at our disposal great reserves of trained fighting men. The tidehas turned! The free men of the world are marching together to Victory!
I have full confidence in your courage, devotion to duty and skill in battle. We will accept nothing less than full Victory!
Good Luck! And let us all beseech the blessing of Almighty God upon this great and noble undertaking."
Eisenhower's Order of the Day, June 5th 1944, issued to all "soldiers, sailors and airmen of the Allied Expeditionary Force" that took part in D-Day.
Yes, today is the 64th anniversary of the "Day that shaped the twentieth century", according to Stephen E. Ambrose.
You could say that his words are entirely true, given the fact that if D-Day had failed, the Axis would've stood a better chance of winning the war.
Anyway, I bet you're already bored to death by my monologue on the "day that will live in infamy..." for the Germans, as Roosevelt probably would've put it.
So, on with current events.
That reminds me, that stupid "Today in History" [or was it "This Day in History"?] in the Straits Times didn't mention D-Day! Instead it mentioned some first frozen peas appear in supermarkets.
I mean, aw, c'mon! Would you rather read about frozen peas [which I don't like to eat anyway] or a horrific yet enthralling battle for the beaches that shaped the course of WWII?
I don't know about you, but I'd definitely choose the latter.
Anyway, we're digressing again.
Ah yes. Yesterday, coincedentally the 64th Anniversary of the later postponed Operation Overlord [you've guessed it, D-Day] and also when, at 2310, 175000 of the Allies' finest youth took off for Normandy in their C-47s, we had our lovely reunion party.
Yes, irritating, isn't it, the way I keep going back to D-Day. I don't expect anybody to be paying attention to this except Lt.
And even she got the facts wrong, only 2200 died on Omaha beach, not 6000.
Anyway. Our party was hosted at WCP [West Coast Park] at 1200hrs in MacDonalds. We ate lunch [not necessarily together] and played Arunima's the game that arunima's lame brain was obsessed with, "Truth or Dare".
Mind you, there were a few awkward moments, one more awkward than the others - please don't be angry with me, Mich or Elim - when Mich and Elim sat at the same round table, just one seat apart, and I was facing them, sitting on one of the squarish tables.
And both of 'em rattled on about anything under the sun - of course, though, the dialogue was directed at ME.
Isn't it creepy when two people talk to you but ignore the other?
Anyway. The rain cleared soon enough, and the sun came out. Boy, what a sun! It was boiling hot. We played a bit of soccer/baseball [Where Aru got 5 - or was it 6? - I ROCK!!!s changed to I SUCK!!!s] , climbed the pyramaid [Arunima made me carry her bottle up, I only got halfway - d'you know how hard it is climbing with a bottle in your hands?! - and when I was coming down she kicked me in the back of my head.] and had an obstacle course race. Then we went to the seaside and sat on the rocks and Elim had a nice fall on the algae covered rocks further down. His shirt reminded me of the time me and Javiar tricked him into running around in the marshland at KS's party after we mistakenly trekked into it as well. And we didn't have it as bad 'cos we were wearing shorts - he was wearing pants.
Ah well. It was a great turnout, guys. Really good. I mean, about 22 people came, though four rather irresponsible people left early. Not bad for such messy organizing [yes, I know, I'm sorry]. We have a nice group photo [shot by J] to remember this great party. Yippee.
And Today's D-Day! Never forget the few thousand Allied soldiers that gave their lives to save ours. If they hadn't, I might not have been writing these words today.
[yes, I know, very stereotypical, but it's true. The war could've dragged on and they could've killed my grandparents.]
~Quote of the Day~
[To Tie in with the glorious D-Day!]
"Soldiers, Sailors and Airmen of the Allied Expeditionary Force!
You are about to embark upon the Great Crusade, toward which we have striven these many months. The eyes of the world are upon you. The hopes and prayers of liberty-loving people everywhere march with you. In company with our brave Allies and brothers-in-arms on other Fronts, you will bring about the destruction of the German war machine, the elimination of Nazi tyranny over the oppressed peoples of Europe, and security to yourselves in a free world.
Your task will not be an easy one. Your enemy is well trained, well equipped and battle-hardened. He will fight savagely.
But this is the year 1944! Much has happened since the Nazi triumphs of 1940-41. The United Nations have inflicted upon the Germans great defeats, in open battle, man-to-man. Our air offensive has seriously reduced their strength in the air and their capacity to wage war on the ground. Our Home Fronts have given us an overwhelming superiority in weapons and munitions of war, and placed at our disposal great reserves of trained fighting men. The tidehas turned! The free men of the world are marching together to Victory!
I have full confidence in your courage, devotion to duty and skill in battle. We will accept nothing less than full Victory!
Good Luck! And let us all beseech the blessing of Almighty God upon this great and noble undertaking."
Eisenhower's Order of the Day, June 5th 1944, issued to all "soldiers, sailors and airmen of the Allied Expeditionary Force" that took part in D-Day.
>>Forgotten by01:21
AIRBORNE ALL THE WAY Monday, June 2, 2008
Yesterday was the first day I ever watched a S'pore international match.
You see, I believe that the S-League is way low down, too. So I've never watched Singapore play.
But boy, this time, I was sorely disappointed.
I watched the Singapore-Uzbekistan match live on Channel 5. Full 90 minutes.
By Golly, was it humiliating.
Before half time it was already 55-2. Oops. I mean 5-2.
And Singapore's goals weren't even real half goals. I mean, it just ricocheted off the post, then someone was there to tap it in while the goalie was struggling to get up from diving to save the goal.The Uzbekistan Goalie anyway.
The Singapore Goalie put on a bloody bad show, I'm sad to say. He missed such easy saves! I bet Seth could've done better than him. And he's the cap'n what's more!
7-3! At least 6-3 wouldn't have been so bad. But that Uzbekistan Cap'n just had to go and score his goal in the 88th Minute.
>Simmering<. I mean, you don't have to rub it in.
I never knew the Singapore squad was so lousy! Apparently 3 goals is the most they've ever scored in an international match.
And what's more they were playing defensively. I mean everyone was clustered around the goal while a lone striker was up front with no support. If he had had support we could've gotten another goal. I mean, seriously, what's the point of playing defensively when you can't even defend properly? Better to have a full-front attack and forget about defense. Maybe that would've worked better, we could've edged in a few more goals.
Ahem.
Well, there were some pretty funny parts. Like Number 4's Fancy Footwork.
In the i-dunno-wot minute, Uzbekistan's Number 4 was trapped in a corner. He let fly a stunning display of Fancy Footwork, befuddling/bemusing/besomethingorothering the two S'pore players and actually got out of the corner.
Now that's what I call football.
Coincidentally, this is my 101st post!
And it's also just a mere 3 days to D-Day.
Amazing.
~Quote of the Day~
Tonight is the night of nights. May God be with each of you fine soldiers."
Colonel Sink, commander of the 506th PIR, 101st AB, before D-Day.
You see, I believe that the S-League is way low down, too. So I've never watched Singapore play.
But boy, this time, I was sorely disappointed.
I watched the Singapore-Uzbekistan match live on Channel 5. Full 90 minutes.
By Golly, was it humiliating.
Before half time it was already 55-2. Oops. I mean 5-2.
And Singapore's goals weren't even real half goals. I mean, it just ricocheted off the post, then someone was there to tap it in while the goalie was struggling to get up from diving to save the goal.The Uzbekistan Goalie anyway.
The Singapore Goalie put on a bloody bad show, I'm sad to say. He missed such easy saves! I bet Seth could've done better than him. And he's the cap'n what's more!
7-3! At least 6-3 wouldn't have been so bad. But that Uzbekistan Cap'n just had to go and score his goal in the 88th Minute.
>Simmering<. I mean, you don't have to rub it in.
I never knew the Singapore squad was so lousy! Apparently 3 goals is the most they've ever scored in an international match.
And what's more they were playing defensively. I mean everyone was clustered around the goal while a lone striker was up front with no support. If he had had support we could've gotten another goal. I mean, seriously, what's the point of playing defensively when you can't even defend properly? Better to have a full-front attack and forget about defense. Maybe that would've worked better, we could've edged in a few more goals.
Ahem.
Well, there were some pretty funny parts. Like Number 4's Fancy Footwork.
In the i-dunno-wot minute, Uzbekistan's Number 4 was trapped in a corner. He let fly a stunning display of Fancy Footwork, befuddling/bemusing/besomethingorothering the two S'pore players and actually got out of the corner.
Now that's what I call football.
Coincidentally, this is my 101st post!
And it's also just a mere 3 days to D-Day.
Amazing.
~Quote of the Day~
Tonight is the night of nights. May God be with each of you fine soldiers."
Colonel Sink, commander of the 506th PIR, 101st AB, before D-Day.
>>Forgotten by22:20
AIRBORNE ALL THE WAY Sunday, June 1, 2008
Ok, so I know the title isn't the most spectacular ever...but that's out of point.
The point is, I've watched two of the biggest blockbusters this year in two weeks. And its totally deja vu.
You see, for Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull [Let's just call it IJ. No offence if I've offended your CCA, Eme!] I went to the theatre at Suntec City, Hall 3, Row G, on Saturday night, 7.30.
For Prince Caspian [PC] I went to Suntec City, Hall 3, Row G, on Saturday Night, 7.30. One week later, of course. What's amazing is that when I walked in, again we were the first to get there. The same music was playing. When the ads started, they were almost exactly the same ads that we had watched for IJ.
Amazing, isn't it?
Anyway. Now I'm going to discuss and compare the movies.
When the movies started, the deja vu obviously stopped. The movies were very different, although they had their similarities [i.e. fast paced, action packed, plenty of jokes and wisecracks...hey! That rhymes! Sort of, anyway...]. I'd have to say IJ is better, though. No, not because of the plot. No, not because of the lack of action. No, not because of the CGI or directing.
It's because of the acting.
I mean, the other characters were all fine and dandy and believable, but one wouldn't expect the titular character to be so wooden. Unfortunately for this case it is. Prince Caspian. Ben Barnes. Whatever. I can't believe his acting is so, well, unbelievable. You could say it's unbelievable his acting is unbelievably unbelivabl...never mind. What it all boils down to is that Prince Caspian's acting sucks. And he has this funny accent as well. I mean, all the Telmarines can speak perfect English, so why can't he?
But of course, IJ has its downs too. There're a bit too many bloopers. Like the famous bottle scene. When Mutt jumps up and threatens Indy in the cafe, he knocks the bottles over. In the next shot, you can see the bottles are upright again. Then in the next shot, Mutt sits down and you can see Indy setting up the fallen bottles.
Too many bloopers.
But I think acting is more important than bloopers, isn't it? So that's why I'm giving PC a 4 star rating and IJ a 4 1/2 star rating. Upon 5, of course. What did you think it was upon? 10?
Oh, and by the way, this is my bros com, so no picture. How sad.
~Quote of the Day~
"Lead me, follow me or get outta my way!"
----who else other than my favourite guy to quote, General Patton?
The point is, I've watched two of the biggest blockbusters this year in two weeks. And its totally deja vu.
You see, for Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull [Let's just call it IJ. No offence if I've offended your CCA, Eme!] I went to the theatre at Suntec City, Hall 3, Row G, on Saturday night, 7.30.
For Prince Caspian [PC] I went to Suntec City, Hall 3, Row G, on Saturday Night, 7.30. One week later, of course. What's amazing is that when I walked in, again we were the first to get there. The same music was playing. When the ads started, they were almost exactly the same ads that we had watched for IJ.
Amazing, isn't it?
Anyway. Now I'm going to discuss and compare the movies.
When the movies started, the deja vu obviously stopped. The movies were very different, although they had their similarities [i.e. fast paced, action packed, plenty of jokes and wisecracks...hey! That rhymes! Sort of, anyway...]. I'd have to say IJ is better, though. No, not because of the plot. No, not because of the lack of action. No, not because of the CGI or directing.
It's because of the acting.
I mean, the other characters were all fine and dandy and believable, but one wouldn't expect the titular character to be so wooden. Unfortunately for this case it is. Prince Caspian. Ben Barnes. Whatever. I can't believe his acting is so, well, unbelievable. You could say it's unbelievable his acting is unbelievably unbelivabl...never mind. What it all boils down to is that Prince Caspian's acting sucks. And he has this funny accent as well. I mean, all the Telmarines can speak perfect English, so why can't he?
But of course, IJ has its downs too. There're a bit too many bloopers. Like the famous bottle scene. When Mutt jumps up and threatens Indy in the cafe, he knocks the bottles over. In the next shot, you can see the bottles are upright again. Then in the next shot, Mutt sits down and you can see Indy setting up the fallen bottles.
Too many bloopers.
But I think acting is more important than bloopers, isn't it? So that's why I'm giving PC a 4 star rating and IJ a 4 1/2 star rating. Upon 5, of course. What did you think it was upon? 10?
Oh, and by the way, this is my bros com, so no picture. How sad.
~Quote of the Day~
"Lead me, follow me or get outta my way!"
----who else other than my favourite guy to quote, General Patton?
>>Forgotten by03:44
