Friday, March 20, 2009
Many people have been
dying to win the lottery, especially in this story.
Dying. What a strong word. We normally associate the lottery with tons and tons of mone, as a good thing. However, that is not present in this story, ironically. Oh the irony. The story was quite disturbing, and I found myself thinking. Why so serious... I mean violent. Has mankind turned into people with no emotions, who are bent on killing each other. Yes, this may be a tradition, but I find this tradition an excuse to kill. I find this "lottery" unacceptable. Put yourself in the person's shoes. Your trepidation, the tension, and if you are the winner of the lottery... what would happen? A sense of shock, surprise? Anger or just dazed?
Those were how the A level students felt when they saw their marks. The tension, the excitement, the anger, the disappointment. All these emotions were present. However, when we were given a half-day thanks to the good results of the A-levels, or we could feel was gratitude, happiness and freedom. We were free.
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11:32 PM
Imba. I have tried to balance life, scrabble, projects, homework and debate. Life. What is our purpose in life. Some people are born to contribute to society, some to destroy life. Some to post useless stuff on their blog and act mature, some are really mature. So in the end, at the end of the road, we must ask ourselves, what was our purpose in life? What have I done in life?
Life, as I see it, is really an opportunity. It depends on how you view and catch this opportunity. It depends on how you live life. Do you want to live a life of crime, of injustice, where you play hide-and-seek with the cops, or do you want to live a life that has a happy family, a fulfilling life? The choice is yours. Sometimes, as students we focus too much on something, and we forget or lose sight of our main purpose in life. That is where we become wayward and there is where our parents' step in. In life, we often make mistakes and we need a guiding light to help us along the way. That is the purpose of our parents.
So in the end, at the end of the day, what are we going to do? Are we going to regret our life of crime and injustice, or are we going to live our life to the fullest. We can't go back and make a new start, but we can start now and make a new ending. How do you want to live your life? The choice is yours.
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11:02 PM
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
I froze in my bed. The trainer roared at the boys who were flipping around in their beds like fishes. "You guys can't sleep is it?" A plethora of non-vulgar verbal abuse swept my mind. I swore and covered my ears with the sleeping bag. The trainer then stormed out, muttering something.
I drifted away to sleep, oblivious to my friend's quiet chatter. BOOM! The door slammed open. The trainer stormed in again, speaking loudly, and pointing at some of the boys. I sighed and wrapped myself with the sleeping bag.
I woke up to the sounds of my friends' shouting. I glanced at my watch. 5.30 am. Damn.
I was bored as I picked at my rice. Breakfast was rice and a fishcake. We spent the whole morning practically slacking. We then headed to the other side of the camp. A great challenge awaited us. This harrowing experience would always... stain my shirt.
We were supposed to arrange ourselves on a wooden pole without touching the ground. The trainer wanted us to arrange ourselves with those wearing glasses on the right, and those not wearing on the left.
Just as I was clinging on to the pole for dear life, a SOB, mofu called Lee Wei Zhi clung on to me just as I was falling down. His size and weight hung on me. The next thing I knew, I was on the ground, shoulder first. I picked myself up painfully as my head threatened to split again. I glanced at my white shirt. A brown, distasteful stain stared back at me. I sighed and decided to attempt to wash it of. My efforts were fruitless. The stain stubbornly stayed there.
The rest of the afternoon was a complete bore. We were practicing our stupid cheer during camp fire night.
The time came as the campfire night started. It was apparent and ironic that they were trying to start a fire artifically with kerosene, when they had actually teached us how to start a fire with twigs. OH, the irony.
We had to perform two cheers. One is called " I am cow." Goes like this:
I am cow,
hear me moo
and i weight twice as much as you
and I look good on the barbeque
yoghurt, curd, cream, cheese and butter
made with liquid from my udders
I am cow, I am cow, hear me moo (moo)
I am cow, eating grass
Methane gas comes out my ass
And out my muzzle when I belch
Oh, the ozone layer is thinner
From the outcome of my dinner
I am cow, I am cow, Ive got gas
I am cow, here I stand
Far and wide upon this land
And I am living everywhere
From b.c. to newfoundland
You can squeeze my teats by hand
I am cow, I am cow, I am cow
I am cow, I am cow, I am cow!
Stupid right? Next one is more retarded:
I can't recite the whole thing cos it is simply tooo loonnnggg....
Barney is a dino who hates green tea,
driving people to insanity
He got mud on his face
a big disgrace
and he got a big purple face
so we will we will friend you (rawr)
friend you (rawr)
...
Yeah this was invented by a friend.
The next morning was interrupted, the breakfast being noodles and fishballs.
We had to clean up dormitories and tents. While the rest were slacking, I decided to go cricket catching. It was a galore. You could see all the crickets hopping around. I caught a few, but I accidentally released all of them. Sad face. Then as heaven would have it, it started raining just as we were about to leave the camp. We were stuck in this camp for about another 15 minutes. I was bored, so my "genius idea" appeared and I decided to put a plastic bag with two holes to protect me from the awful rain.
Heaven was probably mocking it, as the rain abruptly stopped. I embarrasingly took off the plastic bag, grinning at the people who were staring at me.
As I took the bus back to school, I grinned happily. This camp was finally over. I did a check to make sure I took all my stuff. Everything is here... wait a sec, where is my torch. Oh damn. The bus was leaving the campsite. No.... my torch!
ROFL. THAT'S THE END OF MY ADVENTURES. MY MSG IS HORRIBLE. DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT ASKING ME... OR ELSE.
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7:36 PM
Sunday, March 15, 2009
I turned around sharply, glancing at the disaster. Philmann again! Apparently a food fight had broken out and now Philmann was screaming in fruastration. I sighed and munched on the tasteless vegetables, wishing that these vegetables were replaced with chicken wings. I did not bother to listen to the camp trainers reprimanding Keeve, Nigel and Philmann.
As I lumbered back to my dormitory, my head threatening to explode in pain, our trainer called us over. !@#$%^&*(*&^%$#$%^&*(). I grimaced in pain as he explained that we were supposed to play a game called Tiger's tail. ROFL! Anyway, we were separated into 2 groups, the blue group and the black group. We had attached blue pieces of cloth to our pants and the other group was supposed to pull the cloth out of our pants and vice versa.
After two rounds of running and hunting, I realised that we needed to pair up to fight the opposing team. This reminded me of a pair of wolves hunting down the prey. With little effort, we "killed" the other team. Amazingly, my headache had disappeared.
We then proceeded to go to the sea for rafting. We were supposed to build a raft with ropes, lifebuoys and "baka" poles. We immediately got into action, and so did the arguments. Philmann the buey wanted to row the boat, but we were scared he would sink the boat. I quickly got myself into tying the knots till my hands were red, raw and dirty.
I watched expectantly at the raft as Zheng Jie, Davis and Jian Shun paddled. We swam the furthest. yay. I don't know why, but my feelings were dulled. I could feel no emotions. My heart was cold, my head splitting, and it was raining. I still don't understand why Gerald likes the rain. I hate rain. I love sunshine. Ironically, I hate heat.
Then dinner. It was marvelous. Chicken at last. I was tired and couldn't think. Just as we were bouncing around in ou bunks in the dormitories, we heard a shout...
To be continued...
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10:34 AM
