S for Saikhang.
I booked in with WC at around 1800hrs. The rain was irritating. Screw it.
Then we found out that even thought JP and AN were booking out, there was no actual need for us to replace them. WC even devised a rather nefarious plan to escape from the promising hellhole--book out at 10PM, due to some unforeseen circumstances like 'desperate need for banging of human holes', 'screwing of nuts', 'family problems', blah blah. Of course the 'family problems' is an overused and cliche excuse, so the other 2 options definitely does not seem out of the world, don't you agree?
But we got seen by Mr Paul Ng, dashing all hopes for resurrection. This was before knowing what I'm supposed to do though. I heard from JP that S4 duties quite the slack, so I jumped at it. I mean, I don't even need to be there lor. I'm not even their attached spec. so what the hell am I booking in for? Never mind.
WC was left with his Alien group, A2 I think.
Seriously, S4 is damn extreme. Can be damn slack, and can have times where there is no time. I don't like this kind of life.
I remember being a part B cadet, totally interested in what does 'S4' stand for. WC suggested 'Sec 4s'. But I think 'Saikhang' would be the most apt word to describe the work there. I only had another spec. with me doing saikhang, and I liked his company. Maybe that's because he's the only company I have, but then again he's good.
We had the whole gymnasium to the S4s, and we were rather honoured to stay within and have fun, while the cadets are out there getting scorched by the sun. The glass of the gymnasium is such that if lesser light within than without, the people outside can't see us.
We used this visibility advantage to the best, and we slept on the 250+ blankets, bedsheets, pillow cases (in bundles) while they were getting baked. I love myself.
I won't bother talking anymore about the camp because it's only that interesting. The interesting part was when we were trying to get back to school, which pumped within me an anger so intense that I could rip phonebook apart with my eyelids.
I was THAT angry, and it's not good.
Bathically the Part Bs pissed me off. Bs? BS more like. So when we reached school, pumpings were in place. Damn effing angry. But then again I just can't help but inject a bit of humour.
'Don't tell us shit about how you made your SCGS, Cedar, RGS girlfriends, I'm not interested in them.' Can someone tell me what's wrong with this statement?
If you find that something's wrong, you're homophobic; do us a favour and choke already.
I remember hearing some random Part B telling WC and I about how he made friends with those sorry excuses for girls. I know the inherent similarities for both words (G, I, R, L. And GoRILla). Get the point?
After that rather fierce pumping session (I'm not sadistic, till now I've only pumped...a few hundred times, and only 2 of these times were for push-ups. The left few hundred...), WC and I went to change, and we got out of school. Met the guy who was trying to introduce girls to us, and I shouted at him 'I'M NOT INTERESTED IN GIRLS'.
Which brings me back to the point of my ever-exciting conversation with WK.
Yay. says:
then what we do =.=
李毅韦: HOOOO-OHHH says:
hold hands, make out, anal
I'm asking him out for Valentine's, and I do hope he'd comply with my needs and desires for satisfaction of my lust.
He should be honoured that he'd be my first human to make out with (I've tried on horses and dogs, and they suck), and...yea.
I'm bored and I don't feel like blogging at all but I'm blogging for his sake, and I do hope he'd love me more because of this humourless post.
I'm desperate for his love.
-- 1/15/2008 08:46:00 PM
