Drills competition?
So we broke up the Part As into a few sections just to teach them and hone them on their kekiri and kekanan pu-sing, however you spell it. People who aren't in uniform groups can skip this part. Anyway, so we broke them up and taught them the drills. And I don't know whose iFea was it to hold a competition between the different sections, see who's the best. And all of us agreed, and we had some time to train them on the drill. I never knew that the trade-off between drills and competition was so negative.
I taught one group, had a bit of fun and all(I like teaching stuff, makes me feel more empowered than learning), and MOONG took over while I went around trying to catch on everyone's mistakes and all, because the nature of this stupid competition is for the sake of improving the drills standard, and not for some imaginary honour and glory to be gained after you win this imaginary pissing contest.
And the judging and all was fun, until I turned to Wei Lun's group. I told the right marker that he cannot move at all when doing the tilt-head-check-file drill. I won't spell this one out as it's too stupid and I might get the phonetic equivalent wrong, and people's impression on Cat High's NCC(Land) would get a severe discount. Not that they wouldn't after reading this expletive-filled blog of an NCO of the unit, but it's just to prevent any further loss because I'm a nice guy.
Back to the point. I told the marker not to bang his leg and all, and to give a more reasonable timing. I mean, they are only Sec 1s, and not machine guns. There's no point in doing that drill in a split second, when the rest of the company is doing it in a second. There's no right or wrong in such united shit, the only wrong is the odd-one-out. Therefore, I told him to slower down the timing.
Which he did, and his section lagged out because they were too used to the fast timing, and they lost the competition. Not that they would have fun anyway, but at least they won't lose as much.
And this fucking timer blamed me for the loss.
I don't have anything against him, but I told him that this drills session isn't about competition, but about honing their drills. If they are so bent on winning this small shit, they can claim themselves winners, buy themselves a nice dinner, and die. No one fucking cares.
The more I type, the more I'm pissed. Perhaps I should exert some influence over the Part Cs and Bs to pick on him and make sure he doesn't get a high post for this bloody attitude he showed me, but no. I'm a nice guy and won't do it. I'm not that petty anyway.
I can only hope that he changes for the better and not be such a sore loser.
OK then after all this shit, we had PT at the primary school road. We scaled the walls, jumped here and there. And I grabbed Bryan's shoe and threw it around for awhile. And returned it to him. While slacking on the wall, my right shoe was grabbed by Kuan Hao =.= and a long run for it ensued, in which I caught Bryan, who was his accomplice, and held him hostage. Not much of a point anyway.
After a lot of shouting and keesiao-ness, I got my shoes back. Damn bastard. Seriously, if I have yet to attack you, don't attack me. If you can't play it, or don't dare to pay it, or don't dare to put your shoes at stake, don't be an asshole and follow others by throwing the shoe around. Revenge would come knocking on your door in the form of me throwing your shoe into any random ponds.
Kuan Hao knew that I was getting damn pissed off, and he waited for me to wear my shoes and all, but I thought to myself. The one who lives by the sword, dies by the sword. If I grab and throw shoes around the place, I should expect to be done the same, and I cheered myself up considerably. It was only the sheer number of people I had to fight to get my shoes back that overwhelmed me. It was almost as if there were two teams, one is me, the other is the others. But it's fun. I like such stuff.
And Cat High is full of pussies lah. I climbed the stairs to the music room, and I heard a lot of noise from the leaves. There was an entire family of cats(not genetic family; we don't rear tigers), and they were like camping there. Damn cute.
Then soccer. CRY came in thinking that we'd definitely lose because Say Cheong and Li Song were playing against us, and they were the best players in our platoon. But we did put up a great fight. I think we won. Or drew. Or at least won in the beginning. Seriously, it's fun. I like such games.
Then dinner, and home.
Took a shower and rushed out wrapped in a towel to watch DGM73. Which reminds me, I tio spoilered by Yan Kai and Bryan. Shit. Ahaha.
By the way, someone placed the picture of Mas Selamat Kastari up on our store's door. Kenneth CHAAAAAN. But it's OK, I found it rather amusing. I took a picture of it, too. Shall upload some other day.
Shit. Chongxin infected me with the post picture blogging style. Alamak.
I'm damn effing sleepy now anyway. I shall go sleep already.
-- 3/08/2008 12:06:00 AM
