The O-Levels have been pushed forward by yet ANOTHER 2 weeks for our year, so in response, the school has extended school for the Sec 3s by two weeks.... Not sure its helping too much, since no one really seems to be paying attention in class these days. Ms Lee can't really be too troubled to teach too much, and so we spend most of history watching old documentaries, English lessons are now spent watching Dead Man Rising, and Mrs Ang doesn't really feel like educating as well, so I spend some of Lit class in the cupboard of 201. Ah the memories.... Well, except for today when Mrs Ang didn't even come to class because she was sick, and we got that weird old maths teacher coming in as a substitute. She left us a 100 word assignment to do in groups of 3, but Bryant and Sam couldn't be bothered to write even such a small amount, so we spent the lesson watching Sam argue with Jem who was who's "ho", hear how Bryant's sister dislocated his arm when he was 10 and discuss Dark Crusade, and how Shen Shin has an unnaturally strong desire to see me and Jem play DC against each other. Its like watching a Tech Priest fight with a Gretchin since we're both noobs at it.
Problem was, we hadn't realized that she was actually going to collect the work until she refused to let us go home till we had. Cursing under our breath, the three of us churn, or spat, out a 100+ word, well, thing onto the paper before we could leave. Thank goodness she didn't read it, though Mrs Ang probably will, and chew us out for talking about how ultimate chaos benefits society.
I played a couple of Dark Crusade matches with Bryant after getting back. Since we don't live and breathe DC like some people *cough* Shen Shin *cough*, we just play against AI's together to bring our win rate up, which I really, really need to do if I don't want other people to start kicking me out of games. While we owned the first two Standard enemies (Ork and Necrons against my Space Marines and his Eldar), we lost within ten minutes to the other two (Space Marines against my Chaos and his Tau).....
Wednesday 31 October 2007
Tuesday 23 October 2007
Micro Lives!!!
Yes, I am back home, in civilization, alive from A.C.E camp. Admittedly though, it was less tough since I was a leader there, which allows me to stone during most activities, cut the food line, stay up all night etc etc...
Day 1
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Despite getting up late, I still managed to make it to school in time to catch the bus. Such a pity... Anyway, I find out I'm in charge of Force S.O.Z along with Jared and Azriel, and since the teachers were probably too lazy to jumble up all the classes, it consisted entirely of 212 students, which happened to contain the sons of some very influential people in the school, namely the vice principal. Bus board at Singapore Customs spelled out "F**K" in nice capital letters for all the public to see. Rest of the trip was uneventful. We arrive at the campsite at around 11, set up and repair tents damaged by inconsiderate bastards from Camp 1 and clear the rubbish left behind by them as well. I stay in one tent along with Khai Sam, Azriel, Jia Lei and Joon Kiat. A.C.E camp involves 6 activities
-Rafting
-Kayaking
-Mountain Climbing
-Rappelling
-Jungle Survival
-Orienteering
Two are carried out on full days, and one is carried out on half days like the first and last day. We drew the worst and most exhausting of the lot, which is mountain climbing. Mr. Arul designated me to the back of the group to make sure no one gets left behind. With the pretty female instructor. Everyone struggles up the mountain in the afternoon heat, and even the instructor looked worse for wear. Three boys, the school counseller and the instructor had to be left behind half way up the mountain since they couldn't make it up. Discovered the local fauna is not very friendly when I broke open a termite tunnel when grabbing a tree for a handhold. Finally make it 20 minutes after everyone else after lagging behind to look after the slow ones, and also because I took some time to interact with my charges. South Africa won the Rugby World Cup 15-6 when they won the final against defending champions England in a tryless
Day 2
------
Grateful it didn't rain on the previous night, we go rappelling first. Already an easy activity, made even more so because the leaders have practically nothing to do. Unable to repeat my feat of not taking a dump for 4 days like last year, I am forced to go today due to dubious, but still palatable food served at the camp. In between activities, I was so bored that I slept outside the tents in the noon sun.
Next up was kayaking. Expecting to paddle around lazily with my fellow A.C.E leaders, I was ordered by the same instructor as yesterday to go with one guy was short of a partner since the force had an odd number of people (27) and no one would take him since he was so unpopular (On interaction with the rest of the group, I found out he was a real mama's boy) in the two man kayaks. Halfway through, exhausted and not alert, the son of the English HOD accidentally collided with my own kayak, and since we just happened to be off balance at the time, the force of the impact was enough to knock us over and capsize the boat. My first instinct was to grab my leaders hat, which was one reason I was even at the bloody camp. My second was to flip over the kayak, which turned out to be so full of water already that it was sinking instead of floating, and was far too heavy to float. After bobbing around, Mr. Nathan had us grab hold of another kayak, and we got towed around till the activity was over. It certainly beat doing all that rowing myself. Mr. Nathan takes a picture of me after I capsized as a reminder that I deserve my title of blur blob of the rugby team, and promises to put it on his website. Azriel is so preoccupied with John Foo's Rubik cube he almost forgets dinner and skipped supper all together, preferring to stay in the tent to try and solve the cube while swearing at it. South Africa won the Rugby World Cup 15-6 against defending champions England in a try-less match.
Had a little debate with Mr. Ghazali today
Micro : Mr. G, I had no idea you were here!
Mr. G : What, I was always here.
Micro : But I never see you around.
Mr. G : You don't see God around do you?? But He's around right??
Micro : True, but you can't make sure that it won't rain tonight
Mr. G : Who says I can't?? I just don't feel like it.
Micro : Okay...
Mr. G : This is just turning into a philosophical debate.
Day 3
------
The day began with Khai Sam's high pitched voice telling me to get up. When I realized it was only 4 in the morning, my first thought was "Screw you, bloody tree rodent". My second thought was "Why the **** is the tent sagging downward??" It was raining so hard that the tent was in very real danger of collapsing from the weight of the water. Everyone in the tent gets up to help prop the tent up and prevent the water collecting there again. Jia Lei has the wild idea of going to fix the tent from the outside, which is drowned out by a chorus of swear words and the pounding of the rain. All went back to sleep at 5 when the rain lightened a bit.
Orienteering involves finding your way to a certain checkpoint via map reading and clues like the Amazing Race, and was pretty easy for me as well, as I merely had to sit at one checkpoint with the A.C.E leader in charge of the activity. While waiting for a group to arrive, we chatted a bit and laughed at the groups who thought the stamp they were supposed to be finding for the activity was on top of the nearby water towers. Our checkpoint required for the people in the group to link together to form an imaginary creature with only a certain number of limbs on the floor (For example, 3 legs and 2 hands), then walk in the that formation for a short distance while making a common sound. Out of the three groups who were supposed to arrive, only 2 showed up, and the first didn't appear for a good amount of time. Still, they took only 2 minutes to do the task, while the second group took 20.
Jungle Survival was slack for the leaders as all we had to do start a fire for the instructor (Sadly, not the pretty female one, but the male one with a very bad habit of throwing lighted firecrackers at the floor) to keep the mosquitoes away, and unlike the Sec 2s, we were given a lighter. Helped them finish the food they prepared in their mess tins but didn't dare to eat(Sardines mixed with rice, the sardine sauce from the can and half cooked eggs is good eating), as well as half a stock cube that was left over. My night duty was tonight from 1 to 3. Amazingly, I looked forward to this, as all the leaders on night duty report the teachers and instructors bringing back food like Ramly Burgers and murtabak for them.
They showed a slide show of all the photos taken during the camp. My photo was there as well, but the screen quality was supposedly so bad Miles remarked that Oliver "looked Asian". (He's half Australian and English with blond hair)
On my night, it was a fish Mr. Nathan caught himself. 2 actually. While they weren't wonderful, Mr. Soo's magic show was worth the while. Caught some of my rugby juniors (Oliver, Arjun and so on) out of their tents looking at the stars at 2 in the morning. The night sky was so beautiful, the poet in me overpowered the leader in me, and I let them stay up. Though I could bluff Jared by saying they were leaders too, Loy recognized the whole lot of them as our juniors, and promptly sent them all back to their tents. During duty, as I was flipping through the sports section in the newspapers brought from Singapore, I happened to flip to the report on the Liverpool derby when Luu, one of the two the Vietnamese scholar along on the trip as leaders, asked to see the Premier League table. Surprised that scholars did anything else aside from study, let alone watch soccer, I asked him which team he supported. Turned out to be a fellow Man U fan, which didn't go down well with Mr. Arul. (He's a Spurs supporter) Decided to sleep in front of the teachers hut since it had began to rain, I didn't feel like going through a repeat of last night.
Day 4
------
Yet another disastrous morning.
Marvin : Cheng Heng, get out of your sleeping bag very slowly
Micro : What for??
Marvin : Take a look at your bag
The bloody thing was covered with flying ants. Not the small kind you find in Singapore, but the ones the size of your thumb. Freaking out, I jumped and it scattered a few of them. After trying to spray them with my insect repellent, which was no use, I had plucked up the courage to wave the bag to get rid of the remaining ants.
The final activity, rafting, is the bane of the camp. Conducted in the puddle/pond that has water that looks like slightly less viscous mud, the campers must cross it in a raft they build themselves out of barrels and rope lashings, which capsize and sink very often, sending the campers into the muddy slop. If one is lucky enough not to capsize, fear not, as they'll force everyone to cross the water by pulling yourself through the mud/water with a rope tied between 2 trees on either side of the bank. To top it all off, the instructor in charge was nicknamed Mr. Hornet.
The cry of "HORNET!!" is a sign to all campers to adopt the Hornet position, a protective posture where you lie face down in the ground and cover your neck, which will minimalize the number of stings you get should a hornet swarm appear, though I'd rather take my chances running for the nearest water, although the instructors have warped it to become a punishment, making campers do it on hard gravel roads and muddy patches or wherever they happen to be standing, so you can guess how Mr. Hornet got his name. We broke a record, with 22 hornets in a single session.
But of course, I was an A.C.E leader, and exempted from punishments and actually doing the activity, since force commanders are only supposed to follow the force, not do all the activities with them. So me and Jared sat on a couple of barrels and laughed to ourselves while they were horneted time and again, and Azriel and Luohan got to go out in the rescue kayak, from which they were given the order to splash as much mudwater on them and slow the force's progress down as much as possible, and were allowed ram their raft with their kayak, and anything was okay, short of actually boarding their raft to enter melee combat and bonk them on the heads with the paddles. They were also asked to rescue people who had fallen into the water as a side order. Sadly, since they wanted to save time on the last day, the instructor had already finished up with most of the raft for them, so it was too well made to capsize.
After cleaning out and un-pitching the tents, we were all given a Ramly burger and piled onto the coach and FINALLY sent back to civilization in air conditioned comfort.
Day 1
-------
Despite getting up late, I still managed to make it to school in time to catch the bus. Such a pity... Anyway, I find out I'm in charge of Force S.O.Z along with Jared and Azriel, and since the teachers were probably too lazy to jumble up all the classes, it consisted entirely of 212 students, which happened to contain the sons of some very influential people in the school, namely the vice principal. Bus board at Singapore Customs spelled out "F**K" in nice capital letters for all the public to see. Rest of the trip was uneventful. We arrive at the campsite at around 11, set up and repair tents damaged by inconsiderate bastards from Camp 1 and clear the rubbish left behind by them as well. I stay in one tent along with Khai Sam, Azriel, Jia Lei and Joon Kiat. A.C.E camp involves 6 activities
-Rafting
-Kayaking
-Mountain Climbing
-Rappelling
-Jungle Survival
-Orienteering
Two are carried out on full days, and one is carried out on half days like the first and last day. We drew the worst and most exhausting of the lot, which is mountain climbing. Mr. Arul designated me to the back of the group to make sure no one gets left behind. With the pretty female instructor. Everyone struggles up the mountain in the afternoon heat, and even the instructor looked worse for wear. Three boys, the school counseller and the instructor had to be left behind half way up the mountain since they couldn't make it up. Discovered the local fauna is not very friendly when I broke open a termite tunnel when grabbing a tree for a handhold. Finally make it 20 minutes after everyone else after lagging behind to look after the slow ones, and also because I took some time to interact with my charges. South Africa won the Rugby World Cup 15-6 when they won the final against defending champions England in a tryless
Day 2
------
Grateful it didn't rain on the previous night, we go rappelling first. Already an easy activity, made even more so because the leaders have practically nothing to do. Unable to repeat my feat of not taking a dump for 4 days like last year, I am forced to go today due to dubious, but still palatable food served at the camp. In between activities, I was so bored that I slept outside the tents in the noon sun.
Next up was kayaking. Expecting to paddle around lazily with my fellow A.C.E leaders, I was ordered by the same instructor as yesterday to go with one guy was short of a partner since the force had an odd number of people (27) and no one would take him since he was so unpopular (On interaction with the rest of the group, I found out he was a real mama's boy) in the two man kayaks. Halfway through, exhausted and not alert, the son of the English HOD accidentally collided with my own kayak, and since we just happened to be off balance at the time, the force of the impact was enough to knock us over and capsize the boat. My first instinct was to grab my leaders hat, which was one reason I was even at the bloody camp. My second was to flip over the kayak, which turned out to be so full of water already that it was sinking instead of floating, and was far too heavy to float. After bobbing around, Mr. Nathan had us grab hold of another kayak, and we got towed around till the activity was over. It certainly beat doing all that rowing myself. Mr. Nathan takes a picture of me after I capsized as a reminder that I deserve my title of blur blob of the rugby team, and promises to put it on his website. Azriel is so preoccupied with John Foo's Rubik cube he almost forgets dinner and skipped supper all together, preferring to stay in the tent to try and solve the cube while swearing at it. South Africa won the Rugby World Cup 15-6 against defending champions England in a try-less match.
Had a little debate with Mr. Ghazali today
Micro : Mr. G, I had no idea you were here!
Mr. G : What, I was always here.
Micro : But I never see you around.
Mr. G : You don't see God around do you?? But He's around right??
Micro : True, but you can't make sure that it won't rain tonight
Mr. G : Who says I can't?? I just don't feel like it.
Micro : Okay...
Mr. G : This is just turning into a philosophical debate.
Day 3
------
The day began with Khai Sam's high pitched voice telling me to get up. When I realized it was only 4 in the morning, my first thought was "Screw you, bloody tree rodent". My second thought was "Why the **** is the tent sagging downward??" It was raining so hard that the tent was in very real danger of collapsing from the weight of the water. Everyone in the tent gets up to help prop the tent up and prevent the water collecting there again. Jia Lei has the wild idea of going to fix the tent from the outside, which is drowned out by a chorus of swear words and the pounding of the rain. All went back to sleep at 5 when the rain lightened a bit.
Orienteering involves finding your way to a certain checkpoint via map reading and clues like the Amazing Race, and was pretty easy for me as well, as I merely had to sit at one checkpoint with the A.C.E leader in charge of the activity. While waiting for a group to arrive, we chatted a bit and laughed at the groups who thought the stamp they were supposed to be finding for the activity was on top of the nearby water towers. Our checkpoint required for the people in the group to link together to form an imaginary creature with only a certain number of limbs on the floor (For example, 3 legs and 2 hands), then walk in the that formation for a short distance while making a common sound. Out of the three groups who were supposed to arrive, only 2 showed up, and the first didn't appear for a good amount of time. Still, they took only 2 minutes to do the task, while the second group took 20.
Jungle Survival was slack for the leaders as all we had to do start a fire for the instructor (Sadly, not the pretty female one, but the male one with a very bad habit of throwing lighted firecrackers at the floor) to keep the mosquitoes away, and unlike the Sec 2s, we were given a lighter. Helped them finish the food they prepared in their mess tins but didn't dare to eat(Sardines mixed with rice, the sardine sauce from the can and half cooked eggs is good eating), as well as half a stock cube that was left over. My night duty was tonight from 1 to 3. Amazingly, I looked forward to this, as all the leaders on night duty report the teachers and instructors bringing back food like Ramly Burgers and murtabak for them.
They showed a slide show of all the photos taken during the camp. My photo was there as well, but the screen quality was supposedly so bad Miles remarked that Oliver "looked Asian". (He's half Australian and English with blond hair)
On my night, it was a fish Mr. Nathan caught himself. 2 actually. While they weren't wonderful, Mr. Soo's magic show was worth the while. Caught some of my rugby juniors (Oliver, Arjun and so on) out of their tents looking at the stars at 2 in the morning. The night sky was so beautiful, the poet in me overpowered the leader in me, and I let them stay up. Though I could bluff Jared by saying they were leaders too, Loy recognized the whole lot of them as our juniors, and promptly sent them all back to their tents. During duty, as I was flipping through the sports section in the newspapers brought from Singapore, I happened to flip to the report on the Liverpool derby when Luu, one of the two the Vietnamese scholar along on the trip as leaders, asked to see the Premier League table. Surprised that scholars did anything else aside from study, let alone watch soccer, I asked him which team he supported. Turned out to be a fellow Man U fan, which didn't go down well with Mr. Arul. (He's a Spurs supporter) Decided to sleep in front of the teachers hut since it had began to rain, I didn't feel like going through a repeat of last night.
Day 4
------
Yet another disastrous morning.
Marvin : Cheng Heng, get out of your sleeping bag very slowly
Micro : What for??
Marvin : Take a look at your bag
The bloody thing was covered with flying ants. Not the small kind you find in Singapore, but the ones the size of your thumb. Freaking out, I jumped and it scattered a few of them. After trying to spray them with my insect repellent, which was no use, I had plucked up the courage to wave the bag to get rid of the remaining ants.
The final activity, rafting, is the bane of the camp. Conducted in the puddle/pond that has water that looks like slightly less viscous mud, the campers must cross it in a raft they build themselves out of barrels and rope lashings, which capsize and sink very often, sending the campers into the muddy slop. If one is lucky enough not to capsize, fear not, as they'll force everyone to cross the water by pulling yourself through the mud/water with a rope tied between 2 trees on either side of the bank. To top it all off, the instructor in charge was nicknamed Mr. Hornet.
The cry of "HORNET!!" is a sign to all campers to adopt the Hornet position, a protective posture where you lie face down in the ground and cover your neck, which will minimalize the number of stings you get should a hornet swarm appear, though I'd rather take my chances running for the nearest water, although the instructors have warped it to become a punishment, making campers do it on hard gravel roads and muddy patches or wherever they happen to be standing, so you can guess how Mr. Hornet got his name. We broke a record, with 22 hornets in a single session.
But of course, I was an A.C.E leader, and exempted from punishments and actually doing the activity, since force commanders are only supposed to follow the force, not do all the activities with them. So me and Jared sat on a couple of barrels and laughed to ourselves while they were horneted time and again, and Azriel and Luohan got to go out in the rescue kayak, from which they were given the order to splash as much mudwater on them and slow the force's progress down as much as possible, and were allowed ram their raft with their kayak, and anything was okay, short of actually boarding their raft to enter melee combat and bonk them on the heads with the paddles. They were also asked to rescue people who had fallen into the water as a side order. Sadly, since they wanted to save time on the last day, the instructor had already finished up with most of the raft for them, so it was too well made to capsize.
After cleaning out and un-pitching the tents, we were all given a Ramly burger and piled onto the coach and FINALLY sent back to civilization in air conditioned comfort.
Tuesday 16 October 2007
The Great Outdoors.... Can we go home now??
Cramming all the benefits of modern civilization as fast as I can for the next few days, since on Friday, the school will pack me off to be and ACE leader in the wilderness of Kluang. My own experience as a camper there last year wasn't exactly pleasant. On the first night, some idiot slashed a couple of tents, which lead to everyone being dragged up to the big hill where the teachers stayed with a roof over their heads, and being forced to squat for an hour or so while the teachers and camp facilitators interrogated suspects one by one. We all went to back to our tents at around 2. Then blasted awake at 6 for a PT run. Keep in mind, this is the first night, so imagine the rest of the four day camp. Some cracked of course, like normally mild-mannered Tim giving me the finger when I asked him how the rafting went.
So why the heck did I volunteer to go back for round 2?? Well, I didn't, its a package deal if I want to go to OBS Sabah. At least this time, I go as a leader. However, it still doesn't make up for some rather significant losses when I'm away from Friday to Monday.
1. I miss the Rugby World Cup Final (NOOO!!!!)
2. I miss the street party this Saturday (NOOO!!)
3. I don't get to go on flag day with the fencers and do what fencers do on flag day
Sigh.....
I have yet to beat any opponent on Dark Crusade on Standard Level, and almost got killed twice while Barrowing with Gerald. It is a dark day, though school was spent throwing numerous objects at each other since there were no real classes.
So why the heck did I volunteer to go back for round 2?? Well, I didn't, its a package deal if I want to go to OBS Sabah. At least this time, I go as a leader. However, it still doesn't make up for some rather significant losses when I'm away from Friday to Monday.
1. I miss the Rugby World Cup Final (NOOO!!!!)
2. I miss the street party this Saturday (NOOO!!)
3. I don't get to go on flag day with the fencers and do what fencers do on flag day
Sigh.....
I have yet to beat any opponent on Dark Crusade on Standard Level, and almost got killed twice while Barrowing with Gerald. It is a dark day, though school was spent throwing numerous objects at each other since there were no real classes.
Wednesday 10 October 2007
And the guns fall silent....
Its over. Hour, after hour, after hour of training and practice was put to the test over the last few weeks. Our classroom turned into a battleground, one on which we fought with the proverbial and literal pen instead of the sword (Or if preferred, Spartan Laser), all fighting for the same cause. For two weeks, pens did battle with the dreaded exam papers, the annoying piece of **** who was whistling the Gundam Seed Destiny intro during one exam, and that open window which my English paper fell out of. All re-entered the classroom the classroom today and on Thursday at sunrise (except for Zhongxi, who sauntered in at 0930 today), to hear that final affirming or condemning verdict. Some have triumphed, some have fallen, all our fates final, and none shall be retained. I think. To the triumphant, a job well done. To the fallen, and a certain few more so, I offer you my condolences and a hand to get back on your feet. The fight is finished, you have earned your rest. Most anyway.
Okay, I know that was melodramatic, but I just felt it was sort of right in a way. I won't go too much into detail about my marks because of certain seeing (yes, seeing) circumstances. Just know that I did pretty good. At 13 for L1R5, such a mark would get me maybe, second or third in my class, but 20 or 30 in others. My hand and back are still sore from my celebratory bicycle kick on the mean, evil, and unfortunately solid class floor, my legs are shell shocked from my first training in months, and Dark Crusade won't run on my laptop, but other than that I'm feeling right chipper, having once again shown, da Slummer is much more intelligent than he looks. 4+2+1+1+2+3
I headed for my first rugby training in months in apprehension. I saw the danger signs (Even our ra-ra enthu tackler was doing a bunk), but I'm not exactly sure why I went. Didn't turn out to be so bad though, given that at last, we have been handed the power to lord it over the Sec 1's and 2's, and order then them on suicide P.T sessions while we waved and smiled while checking the stop watch and telling them they had 15 seconds to finish their current round before the next one started. To settle my conscience, I ran the 2.4 with them, but thats about it. When Loy needed to leave, lap timing and the rest of the P.T was left to me. Being more approachable than our captain in the wings, my juniors had a really endearing conversation with my in the three minutes they had to recuperate before the next torture segme... I mean training stage.
Ollie : Micro??
Micro : Yes??
Ollie : Sprints aren't compulsory for the Sec 2's right??
Micro : True, unless I didn't feel like it and ordered you back on the track.
Ollie : But you wouldn't do that right?? I mean, you're a nice guy man, you're Micro!
Micro : Maybe I am. That is a rather large quantity of 100 plus you are holding.
Ollie : So you won't force us to sprint??
Micro : I'll see....
Man, authority is fun!! All the Sec 3's are relishing our small period of time as rulers of the roost. Bryant and Sam lead fencing P.T if it ever happens, and Gerard allows for a certain someone to skip it as a birthday present in the even that it does, on one end of the track Damien S is strutting around in all his glory as parade master, on another Adam is twirling his baton while screwing his juniors over, and the both of them blocking the running path of my juniors with their own underlings.
Resident Evil : Extinction has come out. Admittedly, neither of the two prequels have stuck to the game storyline. I mean, the U.B.C.S and Carlos Oliveria are supposed to be noobs, not an actual special forces unit or a seasoned combat veteran. But I shall still find a way to watch it anyway. A friend like FL will come in useful right about now, maybe I should try to get her to come with me, given certain limitations on it.......
Okay, I know that was melodramatic, but I just felt it was sort of right in a way. I won't go too much into detail about my marks because of certain seeing (yes, seeing) circumstances. Just know that I did pretty good. At 13 for L1R5, such a mark would get me maybe, second or third in my class, but 20 or 30 in others. My hand and back are still sore from my celebratory bicycle kick on the mean, evil, and unfortunately solid class floor, my legs are shell shocked from my first training in months, and Dark Crusade won't run on my laptop, but other than that I'm feeling right chipper, having once again shown, da Slummer is much more intelligent than he looks. 4+2+1+1+2+3
I headed for my first rugby training in months in apprehension. I saw the danger signs (Even our ra-ra enthu tackler was doing a bunk), but I'm not exactly sure why I went. Didn't turn out to be so bad though, given that at last, we have been handed the power to lord it over the Sec 1's and 2's, and order then them on suicide P.T sessions while we waved and smiled while checking the stop watch and telling them they had 15 seconds to finish their current round before the next one started. To settle my conscience, I ran the 2.4 with them, but thats about it. When Loy needed to leave, lap timing and the rest of the P.T was left to me. Being more approachable than our captain in the wings, my juniors had a really endearing conversation with my in the three minutes they had to recuperate before the next torture segme... I mean training stage.
Ollie : Micro??
Micro : Yes??
Ollie : Sprints aren't compulsory for the Sec 2's right??
Micro : True, unless I didn't feel like it and ordered you back on the track.
Ollie : But you wouldn't do that right?? I mean, you're a nice guy man, you're Micro!
Micro : Maybe I am. That is a rather large quantity of 100 plus you are holding.
Ollie : So you won't force us to sprint??
Micro : I'll see....
Man, authority is fun!! All the Sec 3's are relishing our small period of time as rulers of the roost. Bryant and Sam lead fencing P.T if it ever happens, and Gerard allows for a certain someone to skip it as a birthday present in the even that it does, on one end of the track Damien S is strutting around in all his glory as parade master, on another Adam is twirling his baton while screwing his juniors over, and the both of them blocking the running path of my juniors with their own underlings.
Resident Evil : Extinction has come out. Admittedly, neither of the two prequels have stuck to the game storyline. I mean, the U.B.C.S and Carlos Oliveria are supposed to be noobs, not an actual special forces unit or a seasoned combat veteran. But I shall still find a way to watch it anyway. A friend like FL will come in useful right about now, maybe I should try to get her to come with me, given certain limitations on it.......
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