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AIRBORNE ALL THE WAY Saturday, August 30, 2008

It was anything BUT teacher's day.
In the morning, we had asus [that how you spell it?] day, and had to do the damn family dance thingummy.
They shouldn't be stereotyped and think that all girls like dancing. I mean, some of them just plain hate it. Some people like me.
Anyway. After that we went to the drama studio and had some talk about theater appreciation.
The only part I took in was the part about Army Daze. And even then, I just took in the army related parts.
Then we had a free period. So it wasn't a free period, it was Ms Zhuo [relief teacher for Lemon]'s Maths lesson. It was as good as a free period, anyhow. We - me, that is - did everything but maths. And she didn't even try to stop us.
Then came the celebrations. Which weren't even real celebrations. The teachers played pictionary [poor scandalous pair, having to endure being broken up! In fact, it was so bad that one half just creeped over to the other half's side. Sorry. I'm digressing.] against us, and the Sec 1s won the Sec 2s. Sorta, anyway. 18 points to 15.
[You know how they acted out titanic? One teach put her arms around one half of the scandalous pair. That half put her arms out and it was like the "i'm flying, Jack!" scene. At least, according to Foxtrot, it's the "I'm flying, Jack" scene. I haven't watched it before. It's a love story, people! You don't expect me to watch love stories!]
Then they had bowling, which was even weirder. The pins were plastic bottles, and the bowling ball was newspaper. They hurled the ball, they didn't throw it properly. Probably too light for it to hit anything down.
And then all the teachers got onto the stage and presents were handed out. [They asked for us to stand up and shout dedications to the teachers: I suggested standing and shouting, "Can we go home now?"]
Then, we were let off fifteen minutes late and I rushed to HPPS to have another reunion.
We didn't get to see the teachers much. I left the presents on their desks before we took bus 61 to West Mall. Boy, was I hungry. All I had was a musli bar since morning. And it was 12 o clock odd.
Arunima "I rock!" Gupta went wild. Eugene Lim was saying that she's gotten more bimbotic and she was vehemently denying it. And I, sitting next to her, said, "You know, I think she has a point."
She didn't help my hunger headache by hitting me on the head.
We finally got to West Mall and went to eat lunch. I scoffed down my Fish and Chips in less than ten minutes. Then we went to some CSC thingummy to bowl. But all the lanes were used, so we went back later. We trekked back to West Mall to play arcade games. I spent all my money on the Street Basketball along with HF and Aru, playing almost non stop. No wonder I'm aching all over today.
Then we went back to bowling. By now the huge number of 25 odd people had dwindled down to around 16. So anyway. There were so many confounded problems with the machine that two games took us about two hours. And for the second game, there were only three people left in our lane. Poor Ken had to pay an extra four bucks 'cause we finished after six.
By then there were only what, six of us left? Then Ernest left at the bus stop. Wei Liang remembered at that point that he had souvenirs from Beijing [the lucky smartass got himself a ticket to China's capital via some maths olympiad]. It pays to wait. I got three of the five olympic mascots.
Ken left for his house and Mich, Wei Liang, Kai En and I walked back to West Mall. Mich and WL waited for their parents [lucky kids], Kai En took the bus, and I took the MRT. This time I wasn't stupid enough to go one whole round, so I got off at Bishan [somehow the train service terminated at AMK...again.] and waited. We then went to Thompson Plaza, went home and slept.
I've got a headache now. I've just finished typing out my eight page, two thousand, nine hundred and thirty seven word story. I've also just finished reading the Da Vinci Code for the fourth [or was it fifth?] time.
I've also got to go now.

~Today in History~
1941: The seige of Leningrad [Russian city] begins.
~Quote of the Day~
Any commander who fails to obtain his objective, and who is not dead or seriously wounded, has not done his full duty.
-George S. Patton, reminding his soldiers of the third army to do their duty or else...

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AIRBORNE ALL THE WAY Monday, August 25, 2008

I know this is a bit overdue, but I haven't gotten round to posting in quite a while. On August 21 went did something very dear to our hearts. [BEEP! ADVERTISEMENT! I SPENT THE EVENING A FEW DAYS AGO MAKING A WEBSITE...WWW.FREEWEBS.COM/ALONERANGER...SORRY FOR THE INTERRUPTION.]
I say "dear to our hearts" 'cause he gave our hearts something to laugh about...and they haven't laughed that hard in a long time. [of course, hearts can't laugh, but...never mind.]
See, it was a thursday. And Thursdays are when we have our [boring] assemby thingummy. This time it was some guitar appreciation and there were these three blokes who were playing the electric guitar, the classical guitar, the bass guitar...someone even played the uklele.
But the best part was when one of the blokes asked for a teacher volunteer.
Immediately everyone was screaming the names of their teachers while the teachers looked rather unconcerned.
I mean, Lemon was flirting with Ms Soh and Ms Whatchamacallit! According to my friends, anyway. He looked more like some pervertic freak. Ms Soh looked bloody uncomfortable and was wearing an expression I would've worn too if I were there. [Although she didn't sock him in the jaw - I probably would.] And the other Ms Whatchamcallit was actually talking back.
On another two chairs, the "scandalous pair" as my friends so aptly dubbed them - Mr "psychotic fitness freak" Lin and Ms "nice art teacher [compared to our current one] Lin were leaning so cloes together that their shoulders were touching. And they were engrossed in whatever they were doing.
Anyway. Forgive my rambling. In the end the bloke chose the easiest name he could think of - since there are bound to be "Mr Tan"s in any school - and Poor lemon was made to go up and sing.
GUess what he sang?
"You're beautifoooooool..."
It's a miracle our eardrums didn't burst. We were already laughing so hard as it was. Our hearts might've burst too.
So he didn't really sing. Right. The other bloke was singing more than him. We were all so disappointed. But then again, if he had sung good and proper, our eardrums really might've burst. So maybe it was, as Sushilla likes to call it...
A blessing in disguise.

~Today in History~
1944: Charles De Gaulle [that's the head honcho of the Free French and later French President] enters Paris [the newly liberated capital of...you guessed it...France.]

~Quote of the Day~
You're overfed, overpaid, overdressed... and over here.
-Complaints of the Brit people when the Americans came to Britain to prepare for D-Day. And to which the Yanks responded..."And you're underfed, underpaid, underdressed...and under Eisenhower."

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AIRBORNE ALL THE WAY Tuesday, August 19, 2008

I'm traumatized.
Yesterday, during the break between end of school and start of chinese remedial, I was reading the sports news.
And, as always, there was a big picture of Michael Phelps celebrating after winning his eighth gold.
And Claudia, the absolutely, uh, hormone filled Claudia, comes over and says something along the lines of "is this the guy that won eight medals?"
And of course I reply, "yeah."
And she looks at his picture again, and she says in a very...uh....suggestive tone..."Oh, so sexy."
COUGH COUGH COUGH.
(sorry claudia, but) SHE CAN'T EVEN PRONOUNCE HIS NAME PROPERLY!
One minute it's "Phlelps", and the next it's "Phlaps" and next it's "Pelps"!
I was hyperventilating, I tell you, while she went on about how perfect he was and how she wanted him for her birthday.
And the scariest thing is, most people in my class, and probably in the school, agree with her!
On his *COUGH COUGH* uh...appeal, that is. Not how to pronounce his name.
Celine (no offence here either) ALSO said that he's *ahem* hot...and when one of her friends was busy searching for his pictures at the library's computer, she went to "ogle" (as she said) at the pictures too.
And then they were arguing about who was to be Mrs Phelps!
And then, when I told Arunima about the whole episode, she tells me her friends are crazy as well, and gives me a gushing episode of "His face is "hot". His body is "hotter". I could stare at his abs all day." !!! (Although she says she didn't mean it, I have a sneaking suspicion she does.)
I don't get the craze, really. I mean, so what if he has an impressive muscular physique? He's got a dopey face and big ears that make him look like a monkey. And even the papers described him as "an american with a sad haircut". No offence to all Phelps fans out there. The only good attribute that he's got is his muscular physique. As Le Yan said, he's 100% muscle. 0% fat.
But aren't there others that are more muscular than him? What about those bodybuilders? I mean, they gotta be a helluva lot more tougher than him. And maybe some are better looking too. Although I can't recall seeing a good looking bodybuilder ever. But that's out of point.

So...forgive my rambling. What I really wanted to say was how unlucky I've been for the past few days. On monday, yesterday, I was, as usual, throwing and catching my pencil case. We were walking from the DnT room. And I threw it up, and the sun blinded me. I was frantically waving my hands to find my pencil case, and that was when I found it.
Thwack!! Something landed on the back of my head. Spot on. My pencil case. WHat a way to find something you lost.
Then, today, I was flying the kite. Yeah, there's this science mini task thing about traditional games, so my group did a kite. It was during maths. I figured that I've done a lot of unorthodox, breaking-the-rule stuff during maths, like smsing or sleeping or writing, but I've never flown a kite. So I flew the kite. Or at least attemted to fly. On the first try it flew for a few seconds. On the second try it didn't. On the third try...it flew up and whacked me on the side of the head.
Oh, and not to mention that on Monday, someone (was it Eme or Gen?) tried to glomp me from behind, and managed to knock my glasses askew and poke my eye.
And today I was inserting my thumb drive into the laptop (the USB port is behind) and I knocked my head on my desk (there's a shelf on top).
Jeez.
And to top it all off, the "P" key on my dad's laptop has dropped off, leaving only a black rubbery thingy behind.
If one more thing happens to me, I'll eat my hat.
Although I don't have any hats to eat.

~Today in History~
NEW SECTION! This is gonna tell you exactly what happened on this very special day. And today it's...
1942: Operation Jubilee was launched. It was a Canadian raid against Dieppe. The raid failed dismally. Half of the force (that's 3000 odd men) were casualties or MIA. It later influenced planning for OPERATION OVERLORD. (THAT'S D-DAY!)

~Quote of the Day~
Germany is not a warlike nation. It is a soldiery one, which means it does not want a war, but does not fear it. It loves peace, but also loves its honor and freedom.
-Adolf Hitler, showing the world how big a liar he is. I mean was.

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AIRBORNE ALL THE WAY Saturday, August 16, 2008

I just wrote my third story a few days ago, and it's so bloody and gory that it's so...so...

FUN!

We've got brains squishing, limbs flying, heads rolling, guts splattering and of course, blood oozing. And if that's too graphic for you, don't even bother reading the story.

BUT ANYWAY! Just wanted to give ya guys a link in case you ever get bored of my war stories. www.freewebs.com/solo-magazine is my friends' websites and if you click "Flips", you can read all the awesome [more awesome than mine, at any rate] stories that they write! Or summat.

But anyway!

SINGAPORE WON THE SEMI-FINALS AGAINST S. KOREA!

I was never so patriotic in my life during the match. Sure, I wasn't watching, I was chatting with my friend Gen over MSN. But Gen was watching. And so I found the Singapore anthem lyrics, copied and pasted it into the chat, went to youtube and played the anthem at least ten times, and sang along. And recited the pledge. And the strange thing was, almost every time I posted the national anthem [which was quite a few times] Singapore won a point!

Lol. I even changed my phone background into a Singaporean flag. Gotten rid of it now, though.

But now, all the focus is on M.P. No, not Military Police, although my brother would have immediately said so. It stands for someone also known as Fishy in my class. Yeah, Michael Phelps.

He's already got his 7 gold medals in this olympics and he's got 13 overall. And I've only one word to describe it. Mark Spitz, whose 7-medals-in-one-olympic-game record Fishy [jeez, even "phelps" sounds a bit like "Fishy"!] is trying to beat with his 8 medal dream, described Fishy's 7 medal haul as "Epic". Personally, I don't see why it's "Epic". Maybe "exhilerating" or "nerve-racking", considering Fishy won his 7th by 0.01 seconds. but never "epic".

Me? I'd describe it in one word as well. Not "exhilerating", not "nerve-racking", not even "epic".

I call that scary.

~Quote of the Day~
Who says I am not under the special protection of God?

-Adolf Hitler, displaying why he's such a big head.

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AIRBORNE ALL THE WAY Saturday, August 9, 2008

Y'know...after watching the Beijing Olympic Opening, the Singapore NDP seemed to be a kinda anticlimax. It isn't very fun watching a huge, beautifully planned out opening ceremony for a famous international once-in-four-years event then watching an annual, uh, y'know what I mean celebration.
On the 8th of August, we had this connect Singapore thing, in which everyone had to hold hands and say the pledge. Or summat like that. I think my class was the most unenthusiastic...when we were supposed to sing some school cheer song, coincedentally it happened to have the same tune as "Blood upon the Risers"...so I taught my friends the chorus and we all sang it instead.
"Gory, gory what a helluva way to die...
"Gory, gory what a helluva way to die...
"Gory, gory what a helluva way to die...
"And he ain't gonna jump no more!"
Wasn't that fun! We were also shouting "NEW YORK YANKEES!" when they were cheering for god knows what. And when they played the "bomb" game and one Diligence bombed us, we didn't reply at all. Although, when my class bombed me, I did bomb Lemon...but that's different.
Then we had a lookout for unpatriotic caps. I brought the most unpatriotic one I had - not the Singapore Navy one, or the camouflaged one, but the USS NIMITZ one. That's totally American, that is. Then my friend brought a Ferrari one, and we spotted a Yankees cap as well, not to mention Akira and Adidas.
For us, connect singapore was a failure since the bloody radio didn't even tell us when to start the pledge, so we only managed to say the last part. In fact, some didn't even say it at all. But let's not dwell on that.
'Cause after that, I rushed off to have a small reunion at SUBWAY, which I Couldn't Even Find. And all the directions y'all gave me were so headachey-giving. But anyway I made it and after that, we went to West Mall [which is somewhere around, in the West] and played arcade and watched Journey to the Centre of the Earth.
Then I lost my wallet.
Ok, so I didn't really lose it, thanks to the cleaner, but I was walking out of the theatre and suddenly I discover it's gone, so I shouted "HOLY CRAP!" loudest I ever swore, and raced back to my seat. I don't know where the heck it was, but thankfully that bloke helped me find it. Or I wouldn't have been able to get home.
So I took the MRT. Unfortunately, I took it from Bukit Batok down to Dhoby Ghaut, then changed to Serangoon, thus wasting half an hour when instead I could have been picked up from Bishan. My parents had envisioned me taking the train down to Jurong East, changing, going to Outram park, changing, and going to Serangoon. SO I was smart enough to take the route, but not smart enough to call 'em to pick me up from BIshan.
Or summat like that.
Anyway, I was just in time for the olympics. Boy, was the ceremony good! I particularly enjoyed the giant fireworks steps to the Birds Nest Stadium thing. Very creative of the whatchamacallit person who created it.
Compared to that, although my aunt booked a room at the Swissotel and we could see almost everything up there, the Singapore NDP was boring. Only the military part was fun - although the Black Knights were a helluva lot more entertaining at the airshow. THe rest was...boring. Even the baseball match we watched after the parade was more fun then the entire thing. GO YANKEES!
So, anyway. Yesterday, coincedentally AGAIN, was the 63rd anniversary of the atomic bombing of Nagasaki by the B-29 bomber Bockscar and the atomic bomb Fat Man. And as my dad pointed out, there sure were a lot of fat men running around the baseball field yesterday night.
Happy belated birthday, Singapore.

~Quote of the Day~
The atom bomb was no 'great decision.' It was merely another powerful weapon in the arsenal of righteousness.
-Harry Truman, trying to justify the droppings of the atomic bombs. Made no difference to the thousands of people who died, anyway.

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AIRBORNE ALL THE WAY Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Yeah, I know the title's loooong. I did it on purpose, y'see. It could have easily been "63rd anniversary of bombing of Hiroshima", which would've been a helluva lot shorter. But to heck with it.
I probably made history today, writing the worst compo in my life. See, today we had this timed piece for narrative writing, and the topic was "A Blessing in Disguise". Ok, so there were other topics, but as "our" "dear" Mrs Sushilla pointed out, it was the easiest to do.
So I wrote about the typical story - family of four, driving along, car broke down, dunno what to do, suddenly car starts again, drive on, stop when bridge in front collaspes, think that "wow, we're really lucky the car broke down or we'd be dead now". Excuse my broken English, by the way. I'm not great at summaries.
Anyway. As you can tell, it's a horrible composition, especially the horrible ending. Sounds like something from a sappy, "Happily Ever After" story. In all the stories I've ever written [P1 stuff included] this is the worst. By Sec 1 standards anyway. My P1 stories, by P1 standard, were already pretty good.
But anyway, today is the 63rd Anniversary of the Bombing of Hiroshima! [If you want details, read the title over and over again.] AMAZING! Finally, after a long wait since June 6, something really important that I can relate to.
Horrible stuff, anyway. But the good news is that I've just finished YET ANOTHER STORY! Gaga. Imagine. I haven't finished a story that I've written out of my own free will until the week after last, and now I've been churning out story after story after story [they're all WWII stuff, though]. This one's rather gory - men get decapitated, step on brains, carry their left arms in their right hands, and all the fun stuff. Guess where this happened? Kinda obvious, isn't it?
That's right. Bloody Omaha. Where a whole lot of men lost their lives on D-DAY.

~Quote of the Day~
To avert a vast, indefinite butchery, to bring the war to an end, to give peace to the world, to lay healing hands upon its tortured people by a manifestation of overwhelming power at the cost of a few explosives seemed, after all our toils and perils, a miracle of development. British consent to the use of the weaponhad been give on 4th July 1945. The final decision now lay in the main with President Truman, who had the weapon. But I never doubted what it would be, nor have I ever doubted since that he was right.

-Winston Churchill, going on and on and on about the descision to use the Atomic Bomb. Very flowery language, I might add.

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AIRBORNE ALL THE WAY Saturday, August 2, 2008

On Friday, we had our usual common test.
What was so unusual was that straight after our test period, we had another test.
D&T and Chem, all in one day, all one after the other. HOrrible stuff. At least, the D&T was. We were asked about things I wasn't even aware about.
Ok, so maybe that was because I didn't study.
But still...
Anyway. Chem test was slightly easier but I didn't study either, so I think I stand as good a chance of failing both as I have a chance of aceing sec 3 history.
Which is pretty good.
Plus, we have two projects due next week. One's groupwork, which we're almost done [just need to finish drawing the S'pore river map] and the other one's individual chem stuff. Which I haven't even started on.
Wahey! Finished writing another story. I'm churning out stories now. I haven't finished typing it out, though, so you can't read it.
Another thing. My computer's been returned to me! Unfortunately, none of the internet related stuff, save Yahoo Messenger, is working. And I thought they were supposed to fix it, not make it worse.

~Quote of the Day~
He [Churchill] told me that if Overlord failed, the United States would have lost a battle, but for the British it would be the end of their military capability.

-Mr William Harriman, and before you ask, I don't know who he is.

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