Mud PT finally.
But first I must talk about the cute auntie in the primary school stall. The burger-selling auntie. She's damn cute, and Bryan flirts with her on a daily basis. Scary, really. But I think she's quite fun, serious. Very humourous and expressive in her views. Colourful language, too. Would really patronize her stall when possible, and when have to go back for remedial sessions and all.
Now back to mud PT leh. After, like, so many weeks of all talk and no cock. And it's just exclusively for the Part As and Bs. It's fun, and we had the dunking session and all after and during the mud PT itself. It's fun, dragging people into the sand pits. I didn't get dunked though. And Li Song also. Because we were busy organizing the dunking victims, and in the furore created, we were more or less neglected as the main perpetrators of this nonsense, and once the negligence is in place, people can't be bothered and would rather enjoy and not think and just listen to the commands of Li Song as to who to victimize next.
And I did push-ups just to get water on my front. When that happened, I can go around hugging people, spreading the joy. If I can't bring them to the water, I can bring the water to them.
And we had a short break, in which we played a bit of kampong soccer(too many people) in the mud. I played the slide-in-the-mud game, a game many don't dare to play. And the entire soccer game ended rather hastily as the javelin people came, and we don't want to get speared.
Went for a quick shower. Real quick. I drenched myself with that shower tap. Which wasn't much of a shower tap as a hose. I got my whole body wet and walked out dripping with water. Sexy.
And then we had the second part of the training, which was damn fucked up due to a few reasons:
1) I didn't wear socks. Now I have a blister, because wearing boots without socks would propel you to greater heights in the retardedness spectrum.
2) Their attitude sucks. They can't fucking lock their arms, and many people had the attitude face and attitude attitude, and they can't wear their berets without looking like some random-assed monkey.
3) I found out that I'm fucking vulgar.
I think point 3 is the most valid point I've ever seen in my entire life.
And then the votes for the posting, and then calls for pizza. It's fun, I like having pizza in school. And we're given 3.2pieces of pizza each. We settled the disputed pieces by blackjack. Oops, cards in school, death ensues. And that rhymes. Yap Chien and I got 19points and we shared one entire piece, woohoo! The next one was dismembered by the 5man-party. Lucky us.
Talking about Yap Chien reminds me of his message on Thursday. He reminded me of training today, and I replied with 'Received, with love.' And he replied with 'You replied! You wasted a message.'
Damn effing cute. I'd be in love with him if I'm not gay. Oh wait. I'm in love with him.
And a lot of weird random things happened in the daidee games that ensued. Like, mixing of HzO apple with Pepsi, and consumption.
My throat is sore already.
Then went to shit at J8. Quick release.
Met up with Wai Kit and took 88. Bryan, Beloved, and me.
Which reminds me of the bus ride. Saw 2 gangs. Or at least people that resembled hooligans from 2 different areas. Or something along those lines.
It's very easy to discern a paikia and a normal human. Firstly, normal humans would have an intelligence of at least 3 digits. Paikias can hardly hit 90. And normal humans won't be loud and obnoxious, and wouldn't blast their music out loud for the whole bus to cuss at. And normal humans wouldn't pierce the area between the lower lip and the chin, and pull it out at random just to show that they had been bukkaked by idiots, and decides to put stupid metal devices on every inch of their skin that's not already occupied by rotting flesh. Stupid, really. Perhaps I'd pierce myself, if you give me millions of dollars, but I think I'd prefer not to. Millions nia, next time burn to you.
Anyway, paikias are easy to discern from the normal crowd. They stick out like sore thumbs. There you go, easy tips on survival on bus 88. Bus 88 seem to always have such occurrences. Weird.
And there's no dental appointment after all. No timeslot available for me; I wasted a lot of time. So I decided to walk home, and watched as 4 other bus 88s rolled pass me in an agonizing fashion.
Throughout the walk home(quite short, around 10bus stops), I was thinking that I could never die of dehydration in this 30minute long walk. I can't dehydrate when I got like 7bottles of isotonic drinks. But it's for the same reason that I got shacked out; 7*0.5=3.5kg of weight in the bag for water alone. And I was sleepy, and I wasn't wearing shoes, and my shoes were in the bag, and thanks for reading my excuses for my pathetic physical condition.
Never mind. I'm quite sleepy. I'm amazed that I can still type this much. I mean, I didn't really get to sleep yesterday. Or rather, I chose not to.
I think there'd be a Chinese remedial tomorrow. I think I'm not going. Running a fever.
Coughs.
It's a convincing(and true) reason, because everyone with fever would stay up till 1.05AM just to spend precious reflex time on typing this stupid stuff for fuck.
Coughs.
Now I got a cold, lagi better. I'm just lacking an MC.
-- 3/15/2008 12:01:00 AM
