Search and recover mission

Alright, it was a really boring day with nothing do do except getting lectured by Ms Toh and Mrs Jayabout school work and stuff. Half of it made sense actually. Haiz. Anyway, today we weren’t going to the maths resource room. We were commandeering room T23. Mission was successful. Plan went without a hitch and all occupants willingly left the room, after checking the room for bugs and explosives, we occupied the area and made ourselves at home. Muahaha. But the ex-occupants of room T23 made a counter attack and swept into the facility, extracting their beloved sofa which we thought was ours together with the booty when we took over. But no, they got past our defenses and towed it away. Now, a new mission is being formulated. A search and recover mission to retrieve the sacred sofa.
Operation Sofa
Time: 1700 – 1715
Nav points: Alpha-T23, Beta-T33, Delta-Staircase landing
Mission type: Recovery
Firearms: None
Communications: Standard-issue Cellphones
Mission brief: Red team will start from Nav Alpha. Red two will sneak to Nav Delta to check if coast is clear. Red two will remove any opposition himself or radio for assistance. Red two will then proceed to Nav Beta. He will give the all clear signal when occupants have left the area. If occupants do not leave in 0030 hours, radio in for Fire team Zulu to remove any stragglers. Fire team Zulu and Red team will secure the area and radio for extraction team to bring sofas back to Nav Alpha. Red team will escort extraction team back to Nav Alpha. Once Red Team gives the signal, Fire team Zulu will rendezous at Nav Delta and proceed back to Nav Alpha.
The mission is simple and clear cut. Failure is not an option, the  comfort of our occupants rests on your shoulders…

Operation: Cut the tall trees

Kevin, Kenny and I were joking around today coming up with all sorts of military jargon rubbish and made up this story. I’ll write it down here plus my own stuff…Heehee, enjoy.
Operation: Cut the tall trees
Assault on Ent outpost East Coast Keta.
"Lieutenant, carry out operation Cut the tall trees."
"Roger that command. All soldiers mount up! Standard flanking formation, Alpha and Beta team will attack from the left, Blue and Red team from the right. Zulu company will come in later and mop up the mess. Let’s move soldiers. GO GO GO!"
"Sir! Enemy sighted 12 o’clock dead ahead!"
"Hold fire till I give the command"
"Roger that"
"Corporal, get me an air-strike on that outpost on the double."
"Yes, sir. Air team charlie is on their way. ETA is 10 minutes. Sir, I suggest taking out those STA missle launchers the Ents have placed around their outpost."
"Negative Corporal, Fire team Alpha are on their way to neutralise the supply lines to Outpost EC Keta. Those missle launchers will be offline before the air-strike arrives."
"Lieutenant, this this Air team Charlie one, we have engaged the enemy."
"Roger that Air team Charlie, moving ground forces in."
"Sir! Enemy hangar spotted 20 clicks from your position, enemy aircrafts are launching. Taking fire. Requesting immediate assistance!"
"Negative Air team Charlie, fall back to HQ."
"CHARLIE ONE!!! Charlie one this is Lieutenant Tucker do you read? Come in Charlie one! … He’s gone. Alright ground forces commence fire. Charlie team, fall back to HQ."
"Sir, this is Zulu two. These axes have minimal effects on the Ents. We’re taking serious damage. The flamethrowers are holding out. Requesting heavy ammo."
"Affirmative Zulu two, chain saws on the way. ETA 5 minutes. Hold position."
"Roger that."
"Lietenant, intercepting Ent transmissions."
"Isolate that signal!"
"Decypting…Sir, they’re sending a distress signal. It reads: High command, we are under attack by human ground forces. We managed to repel their air support but we are suffering heavy casualties on the ground. Their chain saws, petrol bombs and motars are literally cutting our troops down. We have lost two divisions of Elite tree-huggers. Requesting reinforcements to repel the human filth. Tell the convoy to return back to HQ. Outpost EC Keta is under heavy fire. Requesting reinforcements."
"Damn, jam their comm systems."
"Jamming…done sir."
"Good, Yellow team proceed to the river and roll the welcome mat for the convoy, I don’t think they got their message yet."
"Affirmative Lieutenant.
"Seargent, report!"
"Sir, we’re still pinned down! Holding best we can."
"What?! I just dropped off the chain saws on your position 30 minutes ago. What’s going on down there?"
"Permission to speak freely sir."
"Permission granted."
"Thank you sir. Ahem. FUC* YOU NAB*H CHEEBY* BASTA*D!!! Did you tell the techies to check the fuel levels in the chain saws???!!! They went out before we could use them. FUC*!!! Enemy! Private, fall back! Blow torches open fire! HAHA! Enemy neutralised! Bravo team proceed to Nav Beta and hold position there till given further instructions."
"Er…Sorry seargent. Sending in fuel tanks on your six."
"FUC* you…"
"Sarge! Your permission has expired, speak to me in this manner one more time, I’ll have you out of the army."
"Sorry Lieutenant."
"Lieutenant! Intel reports a counter attack. Lance of heavily armed Ents approaching base camp from the north west. Calculating ETA…ETA in 10 sir!"
"That’s easy, send them in."
"Sir, are you positive?"
"No I don’t have AIDS, just send them in."
"Roger that. Ground team open hanger bays, it’s time to launch the BULL-DOZERS…"
"Injecting stim packs into BULL-DOZERS…there, we have 20 operational and awake BULL-DOZERS, 4 are still in deep slumber. It’ll take some time to wake them up."
"Roger that Ground team, do whatever you can to get them up. We need every BULL-DOZER to win this fight."
"Charging anti-matter ray beams…Alright, BULL-DOZERS, we’ve slept enough and it’s time to give em hell!"
"We’ll bulldoze our way in and kick some wooden ass!"
"Then we can take a nap when we’re done. Jenkins! Not now you BULL-shit. Lock and load boys…We’re moving out!"

No phone…

Haiz…rmb the phone I was so hyped about? The Siemens M65 for $65. It was already sold before the auction closed. Apparently this guy met up with the buyer and sold the phone. So here I am stranded with my old nokia phone that I only use to play Snake II and compose Chinese tunes from my Chinese Orchestra songs. Haiz…Now I can either blow $130 on the other Siemens M65 that another clown is selling (too ex liao) or just keep waiting and then blow more money on the Nokia 5500 sport when it comes out…
Haiz, money crisis. Still have my Zen Vision,  Xbox 360 and Halo 3 ltd etd to save for…
Please help

Knife Story…

Once upon a time there was this flick knife. It’s master needed a knife so he made one himself. Heating and hammering the knife in the furnace and an anvil till it gained it’s shape. It’s master then ground it and sanded it till it was sharp and deadly. The knife’s transformation from a lump of metal to a knife has been very painful, being hammered, melted down in strong heat and being ground isn’t really the most pleasant thing to do. Furing this time, the knife screamed in pain and cried out aloud. The pain was so unbearable that the knife wished it never existed. All the other tools and instruments in the workshop pitied the little knife and comforted it telling it that when the master has finished his work, the knife will come out more useful and beautiful. The master seeing that his work waas complete, made a beautiful handle for the kinfe and all the other instruments envied the knife.
The knife was to be placed in the workshop and be used for carving things into whatever shape the knife wanted. When it was in the workshop, the knife became buddies with a wooden picture frame on the wall. They were friends until the picture frame decided to show the knife a crack on the back of the frame. The knife was shocked for it was indeed a horrible, ugly crack. It had been hidden from view from the master or else the picture frame would have been made into scrap wood. We do not know what instigated the knife but it went to tell the other instruments about the crack and they all decided to gang up against the picture frame and make it show the crack to the master.
So everyday, the instruments and the knife went to cut, poke, drill the picture in the picture frame. The picture frame teared, not only in pain but also in the hurt of betrayal. Why did it’s good friend betray it? There seems to be no apparent reason. One day, the master came back to the workshop and was shocked to see the picture in the picture frame full of holes and cuts. He took down the picture frame and turned it around to take the picture out. He saw the crack, the big ugly crack.
"There is no hope for this old piece of wood" The master took the photo out and left the picure frame on the workbench to be used as scrap wood later. And so the picture frame was drilled into, cut, broken, sanded until the master decided to throw it away. The picture frame comforted itself
"Looks like I had to go anyway." It held no grudges to the tools in the workshop and more importantly the knife. The picture frame was thrown into the bin and awaited it’s doom at the incinerator. The knife however, did not feel it did something wrong.
"It was old and ugly, we all forgot to see the crack at the back."
The knife had forgotten, it was the old, ugly picture frame that comforted it during it’s transformation and the knife has sent the picture frame to it’s doom.
What’s the moral of the story?


Yes! I finally found a phone on yahoo auctions. I’ve given up hope on the nokia 5140, looks like they don’t carry it in SG anymore and reviewers give the M65 a better rating than the 5140. So I saw this post selling the M65 for $60…OMGosh! YES! I was so glad when I found it. My dad is rather sceptical about that guy. claiming that he is not the owner of the phone and that he’s a proffessional hp dealer so you don’t know what he’s selling you. Anyway my Dad is going to call and check with him tmr and HOPEFULLY make a deal with him and I can finally get  a new phone.
God answers prayers… Lolz

Sailing Covenor

Okay I know this entry is super lag. Due to some difficulties I couldn’t write this down. Anyway Inter-school sailing took place on the 4-7 July. 4-5 Girl’s race and 6-7 Guy’s race. And 3 July was youth day. That means 3-7 July, Mon-Fri NO SCHOOL!!! WHoo! But now I’m suffering the after effects. I dun understand anything during math lessons and stuff. Anyway back to sailing.
We all had to reach NSC by 7:30 to wash and rig up the boats. And when I say wash, it’s not just splash water like we usually do, need to use detergent one hor…So after washing, rigging up and towing the bloody heavy boat to the beach, we went to slck and TC. We’re supposed to help the girls, help them conserve their energy for the race. At around 9-9:30, there was a briefing by Mr Yong, who failed trying to inspire us to do our best. Well, his story of how his mum used to tell him in P1 to do his best flopped, but we get the message. It was 10:30 and race will start soon so we helped them launch their boats and arranged the trolleys NEATLY, for a guy. We requested to go on power boat to watch the race but Mr Yong didn’t let us. He wanted us to stay on shore and be safe, and no soccer as well. So as we walked away dejected, I took out my LA notes and started mugging, seems like I was the only one with sth to do haha. Then suddenly…
"Mr Yong only say don’t go to sea right? Dota very safe what, he also never say cannot right?"
"WHoa, you’re a genius, set ah!"
SO we found our way to NSRCC for lunch and made a few pit stops along the way to watch the race. We had 3 binoculars and we sat on breakwaters to watch and race and hear the live and exciting commentary by those who were using the binos.
"And she rounds the mark! She’s going to cross so-and-so…AND SHE CROSSES!!! Eh, who’s that bloody sail number so-and-so trying to cover so-and-so?" stuff like that. Then we saw a man on another breakwater.
"That guy on the breakwater!"
"You see" *hands over bino to another guy
Yep, a nude guy on the breakwater tanning, lying down with this cleopatra pose with his groin facing the sea… S.C.A.R.Y…
So I spent the day at NSRCC mugging my ass off while watching the race from there while the others were out Dota-ing. And while walking back to NSC Malcom and Shawn were talking about Gayle Nerva from Sg Idol, how she *ahem*  her cousin and announced it to the school in sec 1. WoHo… A while later, the winners were coming back aka VJC girl Sailors. They were all in first positions for every race. Then I got banged on the shin by this *ing laser boat that was pushed by the waves, thank goodness it wasn’t a 420. Or that will break my leg, so much nfor not getting injured. I ended up with a sore shin through out the competion. Once we all washed up and congratulated each other we went our seperate ways and prepared for the next day of racing with a long good rest.
Day 2…
First half of the day were the same as yesterday’s. Help them rig up, launch, talk cock before the race, NSRCC for lunch, watching the race with live commentary etc etc. But there was no nude guy today whew. Seems like there’re alot of GUYS who love to sun tan over here. Saw alot of guys in trunks lying on breakwaters. Everyone had chills down their spine in addition to the strong wind. Oh yah, the girls were all sailing in strong wind conditions and they won some more. *clap clap. Sibei pro lorz…
Today there were only 3 races for the girls, so no time to mug LA. After lunch at NSRCC and some boat watching, we all slowly trudged our way back to NSC. Today at least I didn’t bang my shin but I got soaked when I got into the water and pulled a 420 up onto a trolley while all the other guys were on the beach. wha liaoz… So after cleaning up and derigging, all the guys were feeling abit anxious because tmr would be our turn to race, the pressure’s on us now. Don’t blow the girl’s hard work. They topped everything and we don’t want to ruin it for them by doing badly in the guys race.
Ohwells, fourth place here I come…
By the way, something interesting happened. The jury, made this speech before the races.
"Looks like some of you don’t understand rule blah blah blah…only can pump in planing conditions…planing conditions are 15 to 20 knots." And everyone was cursing and swearing. The girls especially because they got yellow card from yesterday.
"WHat? Planing condition 15 to 20 knots??? It’s a joke lah!"
"Yah, the *ing jury is making a fool out of himself."
And Mr Yong’s verdict is…
"I think it’s a joke, maybe topper can plane at 15-20 knots. Anyway, I don’t want to see any of you pumping ah…Don’t get yourself DSQ (disqualified) from the race."
And everyone was laughing and cursing the jury while thinking of ways to pump when the jury is not looking.
Day 3.
The time has come. Time for us to race. It feels very different, when you know you’re sailing and watching people sail. Haiz, must be the pre-race anxiety and stress whatsoever. All the guys are feeling it. Personally I was also very nervous. I got prepared and ready almost 2 hours before the race. A check on the wind means that it’s still going to be strong wind conditions. Shucks…Everyone is going to struggle. I take a quick look at our odds. VJC sailing has 3 420 pairs. Me and my helmsman are 3rd if you compared the three. And from RI there is this strong 420 pair with a national crewman and from ACS (I), another pair with a national crewman and proded helmsman. If we were to fall behind them all, we should end up 5th for every race and maybe 4th or 3rd. highly unlikely cuz I’m a noob and my helmsman hasn’t really gotten the feel of the large and clumsy 420 boat. But I pray we will do well.
Once out at sea it really was strong wind conditions. Everyone’s going to struggle. Once the race began, the waves were sweeping me off my feet and I swung dangerously around the trapeze wire. Once colliding with my helm. My helm was super tense during the competition and was quite stern with me. I don’t blame him, he wants to beat the ACS pair who are his good friends and after all it is inter school, everyone wants to win. During the first race, I fell into the water because of a sudden and abrupt tack by my helm when I was out on trapeze.
"what? Ay!"
And splash! Dropped into the water. I managed to recover soon enough and we were sailing again. We emerged 5th for that race. Lousy. The second race was much better. Medium wind speed.
"Wow, Alexi god-like!!!"
"Haha, thanks man."
We emerged 2nd for the 2nd race. Not bad. We need to keep this up. But this race was damn tyco, we managed to catch a wind shift and sped our way through. With only the better VJ 420 pair in front of us. The last race, the wind died and we emerged 5th again in light wind conditions because I made a fatal mistake. I forgot to lower the daggeboard on closehaul and lost alot of speed as a result we couldn’t catch up with the ACS pair and emerge 3rd. My helm was very angry at me but he cooled down and we apologised to each other. That was the last race for the day and we all headed back to shore and into the comforting arms of the girls who listened to all our anguish and triumphs. I promised myself to do better the next day.
Day 4.
Yes! Last day of competition and stress. And the day to celebrate. Almost confirm that VJC will win the ‘A’ div boys and girls championship. Only a small chance that we will lose out. Even if I come in 5th it wouldn’t make a difference. Because VJC is currently in top few positions. But interschool has never been about winning overall. It’s about personal glory. C’mon team racing is not allowed in the inter school. And my helm has a score to settle…He wants to beat the ACS pair. I think it’s  impossible considering our performance yesterday. It’s going to be strong winds today. That means it’s going to be a tough fight. But we’re not going down just yet…
After a team prayer (yup, most of the sailors are Christians), we all launched our boats and Alexi and I made a promise to do our best regardless of the results. We’re noobs and we’re going to be quite lucky to come in 5th. But hey, looking from the competition, there are only 4 good sailors to race with. The rest are worst than us. That puts us at the back of the pack. And that sucks. But we’re noobs. Young noobs. We still got next year to come in second, or even first. We’ll beat the ACS pair next year. If we’re paired together again that is…
I shall summarise the results of the 4 races today. The first race we came in fourth. Alexi and I were quite pleased but the next few races were disastrous… And 8th and a 7th. We came in 8th in the second race because Alexi had picked the wrong upwind course and I could hear him muttering stuff while out on trapeze. The third race was also a disaster because we almost got shipwrecked. While tacking at the starting line to begin the race, Lowell’s boat (the RI pair) tacked under us and threatened to collide with us on the port side. Which meant we had the right of way. I shouted to Alexi "Watch out!!!" He saw the incoming boat and swerved to avoid it resulting in the boat almost capsizing and me in the water quite some distance away from the boat. Lowell apologised frantically and did his penalty which was not enough to account for the damages he caused, but we couldn’t do anything, he did his penalty fair and square. Swimming in booties isn’t a good thing, it feels like kayaking with a pole. You can’t feel the resistance on your feet. When Alexi realised I wasn’t on the boat I was already climbing up and pulling myself onto the 420 shocked and in a daze. I wanted to retire from the race. It was as good as gone but Alexi wanted to continue so I braved the bitter cold of the strong wind on my soaking wet body and we came in 7th.
The last race was lucky, we were supposed to come in 5th but Wei Ming(VJ sailor who was supposed to come in 3rd) did a surprise tack at the finishing line and blocked Lowell’s boat and forced him off course. Alexi and I who were behind them were shocked and were wondering what Wei Ming was doing. We finished 3rd but Wei Ming finished behind Lowell. Wei Ming’s plan was crazy, I didn’t understand it but he did it so as to give David(another sailor) an advantage but David didn’t catch it and Wei Ming’s crew Jon Foo was cursing and swearing with F words everywhere. They lost out for nothing and almost got DSQ for team racing. We then headed back to shore again back into the welcoming arms of the girls. They were like elder sisters to me. Of course me being the youngest but also one of the tallest they have always watched my back and taught me to sail. I want to thank Fawn, Zaoey, David and Alexi for being able to compete in this inter-school. And of course Mr Yong for helping me fake my qualifications heehee. After the ceremony and winning almost all of the top prizes and lots of group photos, we made our way down to Hard rock cafe for a well deserved break in a chartered bus and armed with a wad of cash that Mrs Chan gave us as a reward muahaaha. Life is good isn’t it? But not after a tough fight. We had our hearty meal, chose our new committee with 4 quarter masters…(Ironic isn’t it? Quarter…4…Wierd lolz), laughed and talked and bid farewell to the J2 sailors. We’ll miss them. They have left their legacy now it’s time for the J1s and hopefully IP1s to take the reigns.
On the MRT, we were bored enough to count the beeps when the automated voice goes "Doors closing". Lol, when Alexi and I got off at Simei, we reviewed what we did at the race and encouraged each other to do better the next time around. We had done reasonably well given our experience and skill. We parted ways at a junction and took our seperate ways home.
It has been a long week and I savour every moment of it. Looking forward to the half day on monday. It better be…
Some quirks at the inter school…
To be continued…

Painful loss…(lag entry)

This is supposed to happen yesterday, 2 July. The wind was strong and the sun was shiny and of course the smell of the sea. With inter school in 3 deays time, this will probably be the last training for inter school. And today was one of the only days that we get to train in strong wind conditions. YES!!! Means I can go out on trapeze. Whoopee! Once out at sea it was a tough fight against the waves. I got blown (yes, literally blown) off the boat by huge half-meter waves. It just engulfs you. The sea was choppy and the wind was strong. Sounds like fun AND danger. I fell into the water a total of 4 times that day. And nobody else fell in…Not fair. I fell in because the boat was slippery and the waves were slamming against me. that happened twice. The other 2 was because my helmsman didn’t alert me that he was slowing down and then I fell into the water and when he jerked the boat I flew off the boat. (again, literally flew) I was thrown off the boat and my helmsman was laughing away.
"Hey Ming!(another 420 helmsman) Did you see how he flew?" Yah yah, I fell in okay… wasn’t entirely my fault though. Heehee. Although upwind was tough and tiring, downwind was the best. Remember the half metre waves I was talking about? If they hit your boat from the back…Can u imagine how far the waves can propel you? Combined with a pump of the sail, we were constantly surfing the waves and shouting in ecstacy when a big wave comes. It was fun…
Then after we went back to shore and I removed my life jacket and the stupid harness I felt my pockets. OH SH*T!!! My phone went sailing with me??? I forgot to take it out from my pocket! ARGH!!! I pulled out my lifeless sony ericsson T610 from my wet pocket. A look at the LCD screen and you know it had died a terrible death. I DROWNED MY PHONE!!! Noooooo! My Dad is going to kill me… What am I going to do now??? Shit shit shit…I’m dead…
Went back home and my dad gave me a spare phone. Some old nokia phone with disgusting ringtones…Haiz guess I have to live with it till I get  new phone…But I’m not fussy, I can live with it. Sure, no problem…But aha…I’ve been eyeing this phone the nokia 5500 sport. Thanks to Kenny I went to find out more about it. Splash proof, dust proof, shock resistant…But it’s too much. Too many features for it to be in my budget of $200. But one phone leads to another. I remembered nokia came up with this cool camper phone which is almost everyting proof. It was quite a few years back. When I was in pri school or sec 1 it came out but it didn’t stay in the market for too long. It dissapeared very fast. I wanted that phone when it came out. Now I need to get a new phone. I can go get that one! Since it’s  a very old model, the price should be quite low by now. Problem is, where to find it? Ebay, yahoo auctions, hard ware zone all don’t have. Looks like it’s time to go comb the streets of bedok central. Known to me as handphone haven haha. Lame shitz…Anyway I attached a photo of the phone. If you’ve seen it before and or know where to get it pls tell me. My phone number is still the same, managed to salvage that from my poor T610. 
Quite cool, got camera some more for an old model. Integrated compass, flashlight, thermometer, GPS what else can a camper ask for? Haha, they should put a knife with the phone, lolz