OCIP is over.
I really wished they could have extended it to a 1 week thing instead of 4 days as 2 of the days were spent travelling. So much has been said and done, and this whole experience was pretty much quite meaningful though fraught with much tension and dispute.
To our leaders, thank you for putting in the effort to organize this trip. Its probably been quite difficult to ensure it being smooth sailing and all. I'm sure its been difficult at times to take such frank criticism from some people, however, I hope you people won't take all the harsh words to heart. Forgive and forget.
I feel like a hypocrite just typing that out, as I myself have done a fair share of bitching, and I really hope you people can view it constructively instead of being angry.
To 1T22, congratulations on accomplishing Batam OCIP 2008.
Not only have we come back with satisfied hearts, tired fingers and mosquito bites... most importantly, we have acquired...
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AN AWESOME TAN.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
I can't even remember what day it is anymore.
The past week was crazy.
So much shit to name.
I drank like 17 cans of Asahi beer one night and came home around 12am feeling retarded. Shu Feng, Justin and Gary happened to be around the area and called me to ask where Kovan Court is. Hmmm.. it sounded really familiar at that moment but I couldn't picture the place.
So they wandered around the estate for like 3 hours before Justin rang me up at 2.30am before proceeding to scream at me.
"YOU ASSHOLE. KOVAN COURT IS OPPOSITE YOUR HOUSE LA."
Nice one la Tedmond! thats what 17 cans of beer can do to you.
Then there was Justin's BBQ last week, yet again i can't remember the date. Everything is in a blur. I brought along a bottle of Jack Daniel's and "shared" it with everyone... actually I drank like 60-70% of it. Then I started feeling numb again, however it was still under control. We proceeded to dump Justin in the pond, then tried to taupok him. However, by some unfortunate twist of fate, Gary who tackled Justin, bumped his head on the floor and had some deep gash on his head and required stitches so half the party accompanied him to the hospital. I layed in the pavillion for like 10 mins before my stomach began to churn and then i puked a little.
Then Terence got drunk on like half a bottle of Glen's and a little bit of JD. (GG him). He puked in the pavillion and me being pissed off with him once again because he got drunk outside someones house and treating everyone like maids, I refused to help him. I guess i kind of pissed some people off that night but whatever, its my personal belief that if you're gonna get wasted without any form of shelter, you better not cause any trouble. He puked more and climbed across the railing to go to the pool, jumped in and then puked again. Fast forward all this shit and we were in Justin's apartment sleeping over. Hilarious stuff such as Justin taking his foam stick and twirling it around his head yelling, "HOWL! ZA-BIII-MAA-RUUU!!" and hitting everyone on their heads.
2 days ago hung out as ZiXiong's place for gaming/drinking night. Played Indian Poker again, only fell for their tricks once and drank a little. Then they played some reinvented blackjack game, where 4 cards are placed on the table and you can use multiplication division addition subtraction to form 21 with the 4 cards. Last person to solve it can accuse anyone to see if they really know the answer or was faking it. Overall loser was me and I drank like half a bottle of black label and a few shots of my own gold label. Since this was my 2nd anti-sleep night, I was close to being knocked out. Clambered back into ZX's room to game a few rounds of troll, after awhile I collapsed on his bed and started laughing uncontrallably. Then they started to hit me and stuff like that but I couldn't feel anything anyway. Then I knocked out and woke up the next day with a churning stomach again.
Peace out, I'm going out. No more time to post more stuff.
So much shit to name.
I drank like 17 cans of Asahi beer one night and came home around 12am feeling retarded. Shu Feng, Justin and Gary happened to be around the area and called me to ask where Kovan Court is. Hmmm.. it sounded really familiar at that moment but I couldn't picture the place.
So they wandered around the estate for like 3 hours before Justin rang me up at 2.30am before proceeding to scream at me.
"YOU ASSHOLE. KOVAN COURT IS OPPOSITE YOUR HOUSE LA."
Nice one la Tedmond! thats what 17 cans of beer can do to you.
Then there was Justin's BBQ last week, yet again i can't remember the date. Everything is in a blur. I brought along a bottle of Jack Daniel's and "shared" it with everyone... actually I drank like 60-70% of it. Then I started feeling numb again, however it was still under control. We proceeded to dump Justin in the pond, then tried to taupok him. However, by some unfortunate twist of fate, Gary who tackled Justin, bumped his head on the floor and had some deep gash on his head and required stitches so half the party accompanied him to the hospital. I layed in the pavillion for like 10 mins before my stomach began to churn and then i puked a little.
Then Terence got drunk on like half a bottle of Glen's and a little bit of JD. (GG him). He puked in the pavillion and me being pissed off with him once again because he got drunk outside someones house and treating everyone like maids, I refused to help him. I guess i kind of pissed some people off that night but whatever, its my personal belief that if you're gonna get wasted without any form of shelter, you better not cause any trouble. He puked more and climbed across the railing to go to the pool, jumped in and then puked again. Fast forward all this shit and we were in Justin's apartment sleeping over. Hilarious stuff such as Justin taking his foam stick and twirling it around his head yelling, "HOWL! ZA-BIII-MAA-RUUU!!" and hitting everyone on their heads.
2 days ago hung out as ZiXiong's place for gaming/drinking night. Played Indian Poker again, only fell for their tricks once and drank a little. Then they played some reinvented blackjack game, where 4 cards are placed on the table and you can use multiplication division addition subtraction to form 21 with the 4 cards. Last person to solve it can accuse anyone to see if they really know the answer or was faking it. Overall loser was me and I drank like half a bottle of black label and a few shots of my own gold label. Since this was my 2nd anti-sleep night, I was close to being knocked out. Clambered back into ZX's room to game a few rounds of troll, after awhile I collapsed on his bed and started laughing uncontrallably. Then they started to hit me and stuff like that but I couldn't feel anything anyway. Then I knocked out and woke up the next day with a churning stomach again.
Peace out, I'm going out. No more time to post more stuff.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Subaru IMPREZA Challenge
George Lee won, he owes me a ride in his car.
I was damn nice to him and kept talking to him to keep him awake during my shift.
Milo powder face was in top 3 i think? or was removed.
So in total i earned $126. For 3 days of rather slack work, not bad actually.
One person was damn bitchy. He is called Shaiful Bin Cheebye Hongan Nabei Fuck. He boot lick all the head marshals and think just because he work before so Carol Smith become his best friend. He think his hair is Z-shape so he damn cool and handsome and become Mr. Charmer Bin Asspoke.
Fuck, he kaobei all the guys because we talk a little bit, but he let the girls get off scott-free because he damn handsome and charming, so all the girls will flock to him like flies to a can of garbage, because he is garbage. He carries around a clipboard with him so he has the right to be the boss of us? Is he giving us our pay? Did he organize this event?
FUCK NO.
IN FACT, HE IS RECEIVING THE SAME PAY AS US. SO WHO THE HELL DOES HE THINK HE IS? YOU ARE JUST A FUCKING DOG! UNDERSTAND?
AND ARE YOU FUCKING GAY?
DO YOU HAVE TO COME AND TOUCH MY SHOULDER EVERYTIME YOU WANT ME TO CHANGE CAR DUTY? I'M SORRY I DON'T ROLL THAT WAY BITCH.
Oh wait... My bad... Sorry... Your hair Z-shape, use the gel make the hair straight straight with the back sticking out like tail... that must give you every right to be a bitch because you're too cool!
So heres a picture dedicated to you to depict how everyone wants to be like you!
oh look! its shaiful, shaiful, shaiful, shaiful, shaiful, shaiful, shaiful, shaiful, shaiful, shaiful, shaiful and shaiful!
I HOPE YOU READ THIS YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH.
(apologies to anyone whose faces were planted over by that little fagface, I know it looks like garbage, please bear with it)
I was damn nice to him and kept talking to him to keep him awake during my shift.
Milo powder face was in top 3 i think? or was removed.
So in total i earned $126. For 3 days of rather slack work, not bad actually.
One person was damn bitchy. He is called Shaiful Bin Cheebye Hongan Nabei Fuck. He boot lick all the head marshals and think just because he work before so Carol Smith become his best friend. He think his hair is Z-shape so he damn cool and handsome and become Mr. Charmer Bin Asspoke.
Fuck, he kaobei all the guys because we talk a little bit, but he let the girls get off scott-free because he damn handsome and charming, so all the girls will flock to him like flies to a can of garbage, because he is garbage. He carries around a clipboard with him so he has the right to be the boss of us? Is he giving us our pay? Did he organize this event?
FUCK NO.
IN FACT, HE IS RECEIVING THE SAME PAY AS US. SO WHO THE HELL DOES HE THINK HE IS? YOU ARE JUST A FUCKING DOG! UNDERSTAND?
AND ARE YOU FUCKING GAY?
DO YOU HAVE TO COME AND TOUCH MY SHOULDER EVERYTIME YOU WANT ME TO CHANGE CAR DUTY? I'M SORRY I DON'T ROLL THAT WAY BITCH.
Oh wait... My bad... Sorry... Your hair Z-shape, use the gel make the hair straight straight with the back sticking out like tail... that must give you every right to be a bitch because you're too cool!
So heres a picture dedicated to you to depict how everyone wants to be like you!
oh look! its shaiful, shaiful, shaiful, shaiful, shaiful, shaiful, shaiful, shaiful, shaiful, shaiful, shaiful and shaiful!
I HOPE YOU READ THIS YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH.
(apologies to anyone whose faces were planted over by that little fagface, I know it looks like garbage, please bear with it)
Thursday, November 6, 2008
opps out of credits. restart game.
I haven't been doing much these past few days, gaming, meeting with old friends, gaming...
I'm really drained, many stuff has lead to me feeling like a dick over and over again. This is pathethic, I didn't visualize the holidays to turn out like this.
I managed to catch Tropic Thunder a few days back though its M18. You have to catch the plotline in order to enjoy it.
Well, the movie is about the making of a movie which is based on a fictional book in the movie. However, the actor acting as the director of the movie then decides to film the movie by putting the actors in a real situation facing Heroin-farming Vietnamese rebels, so the actors think they are in a movie but actually, they are just in a bunch of deepshit. So... Ben Stiller, Robert Downey Jr, Jack Black and whoever... are acting as actors.
The laughs? Way too many to name. The entry sequence by which some Vietcong soldier charges up in front and eviscerates this actor and you are greeted by his stomach being split open to reveal....SAUSAGES. He then starts moaning and playing with his own guts spewing out and still lamenting in a retarded voice, "what is in this stuff??"
Jack Black facing his imaginary Heroin addiction in the movie, by which he stoops to many ridiculous means to satisfy his desires. Followed by slow-mo shots of him screaming "MY ASS!" which by all means double the hilarity extent.
Robert Downey Jr who is acting as a man acting as a black man who is acting as a man (I'm confusing myself too). He depicts a method actor who is unable to break his role under any circumstances even though they are in life threatening situations. The results? Comedy to the maximum.
Ben Stiller, the star of the movie in the movie, the jokes are based on the fact that he dosen't know that he is in knee deep worth of trouble, and still thinks that they are filming and the cameras are rolling which causes him to execute exagerrated forms of heroics in front the rebels. The rebels think these Americans as suicidal as they do not fear death and laugh at it in its face.
Picture this... the rebels are shooting at the actors and out pops Ben Stiller commando style! He does a series of ground rolls and pops in front of them, fires his weapon John Rambo way. He hurls a dud grenade at the rebels and the explosives technician 5 miles away activates the c4 that are attached to the trees. Rebels are beaten and scared shitless by them.
I can't exactly explain how funny it is, you'd probably have to watch it yourself.
I'm really drained, many stuff has lead to me feeling like a dick over and over again. This is pathethic, I didn't visualize the holidays to turn out like this.
I managed to catch Tropic Thunder a few days back though its M18. You have to catch the plotline in order to enjoy it.
Well, the movie is about the making of a movie which is based on a fictional book in the movie. However, the actor acting as the director of the movie then decides to film the movie by putting the actors in a real situation facing Heroin-farming Vietnamese rebels, so the actors think they are in a movie but actually, they are just in a bunch of deepshit. So... Ben Stiller, Robert Downey Jr, Jack Black and whoever... are acting as actors.
The laughs? Way too many to name. The entry sequence by which some Vietcong soldier charges up in front and eviscerates this actor and you are greeted by his stomach being split open to reveal....SAUSAGES. He then starts moaning and playing with his own guts spewing out and still lamenting in a retarded voice, "what is in this stuff??"
Jack Black facing his imaginary Heroin addiction in the movie, by which he stoops to many ridiculous means to satisfy his desires. Followed by slow-mo shots of him screaming "MY ASS!" which by all means double the hilarity extent.
Robert Downey Jr who is acting as a man acting as a black man who is acting as a man (I'm confusing myself too). He depicts a method actor who is unable to break his role under any circumstances even though they are in life threatening situations. The results? Comedy to the maximum.
Ben Stiller, the star of the movie in the movie, the jokes are based on the fact that he dosen't know that he is in knee deep worth of trouble, and still thinks that they are filming and the cameras are rolling which causes him to execute exagerrated forms of heroics in front the rebels. The rebels think these Americans as suicidal as they do not fear death and laugh at it in its face.
Picture this... the rebels are shooting at the actors and out pops Ben Stiller commando style! He does a series of ground rolls and pops in front of them, fires his weapon John Rambo way. He hurls a dud grenade at the rebels and the explosives technician 5 miles away activates the c4 that are attached to the trees. Rebels are beaten and scared shitless by them.
I can't exactly explain how funny it is, you'd probably have to watch it yourself.
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