A tinge of narcissism...

Red Beret

Had my vocational assessment today. I was supposed to be at pasar ris mrt by 8am for the pickup to Pasar Ris Camp, and i woke up at 735! "boy!!! WAKE UP... UR INTERVIEW". Oh no, i packed my shirt, dressed up and took a cab there. Fortunately, the cab driver speeded up for me and reached there exactly at 8. Boarded the "male infested" bus and was briefed by a commando trainee.

Surprisingly, that commando-trainee sounded hell lot like Jonanthan Leong from Singapore idols. Met moris, kim chuan ( fellow school mates ) and some ac kids.

"School of commandos training" / " Institute of Commando training " GREETED us.

It was a long drive, passing dog farms, hydrophonics greeneries, before reaching the camp.

Short summary of what we did there

1) IQ test/ Personality test.
2) Medical checkup; guess what i got ( HIGHLY SUITABLE!!!!) omg!!!
3) Physical test; cant do pull ups for nuts.
4) Pyschomotor test; very good for all( like morris, kim chuan etc..)
-LUNCH-
5) Interview; mine was kinda pleasant. the warrant officer was friendly and chatty. well? i seriously dunno how the select the commandos man. my fingers are crossed.

*CONFIDENTIAL/ Security*: what discussed and the questions asked are not to be revealed.

[ My Closet call to manhood: commandos ]

Chances: 20%
Intake: 200/1000
Napfa: Nil

Go figure...

Posted by gabriel at 9:34 PM | Permalink | Comments

Ageism

life of doubt, time of crisis,
the crust of humanity lies on those who yonders.
the passing of time, such short notice,
not long- you be dead and wondering.

The foundlings of today, seeds sown to propagate.
Man's life, a everlasting quest- perhaps?
Who are we to say, to contempt, to scorn,
Titillating gain, sex, mitigating pain.

There i see you, a riped fruit.
Time for harvest? Nay, copulation thrived.
Modicum of gossips, news of griefs,
theres nothing in brief, sniggles,

Andropause i guess, no more blood.
Do not push your luck, your fortune depletes.
A biological vendetta? or another inapt intrusion?
Like god's serpent, crushed under arbitration.

A chip of your old block, a chick like some clock.
Cuckoo? Is it wood, organic, something alive?
Livestocks are poultry, you know- sniggles-
meant to be killed as soon they are riped.

Posted by gabriel at 12:53 AM | Permalink | Comments

Mickey says : " Sin their conception, their birth weeping; their life a general mist of error, their death, a hideous storm of terror."

Gabriel says: " yeah yeah... go and die."

Mickey says: " Man are often valued high when they are most wretched!"

Black guy says: " Excellent wretched!"

Gabriel says: " Man's life as cheap as beast. Buy 1 get 1 free!!!!"

9 hours for literature paper!!! WHaAAAaA!!!

Posted by gabriel at 3:33 PM | Permalink | Comments

"My frens all say they 'catch no ball' when I say that thing when playing catching," Sim Ee said. "I thought that they wanted me to grab their balls when I caught them, but they became very angry when I tried."

THINGS YOU WON’T HEAR A WORLD CUP FOOTBALL COMMENTATOR SAY
2. "This game was sponsored by Kotex."
7. “Piang, I also can run faster than him!”
10. "And coming on the pitch are the team from Singapore…"

54. You secretly find that the best part of the Speak Good English Movement is hearing the Singlish bits in their ads.

Posted by gabriel at 2:48 AM | Permalink | Comments

In the process of my preliminary exams. Just had my 2nd paper today, european history.

*(the following answers are just illogical nonsense, sorry to who it may offend. Seriously, the following ARE...i repeat..ARE just for destress and self-amusement.)

3. How ...was the role of nationalism ...Italy and Germany in the period 1815-1870?

Yea... very important? Nationalism= PAP... and Lee = good.
In Italy, theres mussoleeni.
In Germany, theres Hitlee and leemark.
However, still got Atlee.

6. "Bread, Peace and Land".... something something....Comment.

Got Bread... Got Peace.. Got Land.. of course gooodd....!!!
Very good! Excellent!
Bread, can talk...
Peace, no war...no talk.
Land, of course no need to talk.




Entente

At the night passed, we stormed the fort.
Silently, creepingly, deadly, day breaks.
Remember, that day ? Butterfly-
You were friend; Not today,
my heartfelt apology.

As the larvae sleeps through slumber,
so were the makers of the wars in partner.
Bonjour, Wellkommen, now you are dead.
A splitting image- or perhaps ?
Something dead? It has been quite silent,

Is any one still awake? Ah hoh! mate!
Frichen dich! Danke? Wine is shared,
Bloodthirsty Red. Bitterness sipping,
Gliding like eel through vain, with ease.
The hunger craves no more, Poison!

Farewell, mate, lavender's fate.

*a simple poem dedicated to the heroes & villains of WWI.

Posted by gabriel at 8:34 PM | Permalink | Comments

Hitler Killed the Hebrews and the Shebrews...
And all other little brews that come from it.

Posted by gabriel at 12:13 AM | Permalink | Comments

Run..... Spencer's here..
"ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGG", " you are lateeeee!!!!"





















George.Spencer, Our lit. teacher.... never fails to scare and entertain us.

*hope he doesnt surf the net.. oh gosh.

Posted by gabriel at 2:51 AM | Permalink | Comments

Jack Rascal

Today, today, a brand new day
Like a hybrid calf, not leather
But fur- Spotted browns and whites.
A new beginning, solace under a master in training.

The bitch birth few, kitties most feared.
Oh, mom, I take that one. The spotted one.
Over some harm, who's to know
He soon ended back where he came from, the kennel.

Along came polly, sally, but none inhered to tally.
Of nervous hopes, a dash of salt, a pickled dream
Unveils another boy, a giant of belly and snout.
And who's to decide? Will he stay, go or fetch.

With wet cold muzzle, appearing integument
He reaches.
Staring at all directions, sniffing, nightdreaming
Soon the light is block, a bulk of prescribed daze.

Mary's lamb, nudging his famished crave
Building castles in the air, or perhaps,
balling with trotsky- a glutton man.
Cock rises, Clock ticks, another day.

Rascal will be the name. A hound,
A wolvish visage. But not today
For the moment, he wants it his way
Woof.

Posted by gabriel at 3:01 PM | Permalink | Comments

As the day ends, i put myself to bed.
Pondering,yondering if dawn is there
once again, to make my day.

A new day, a bright day, a sunny day?
With captions of morrow, a glimpse of
coming sorrow. Fraudulent fellow.

Time is sagging, ticking,
slipping, holding me to this creeping age.
Eighteen is youth. Dawn,Nay. Aeon.

Posted by gabriel at 1:01 AM | Permalink | Comments

Touch not the homeworks that bites.

To be gay and sway, living life the way it should be.

La dolce vita.

Books are chores, the bible of today.

In a seashore cottage, or an abbott or pain?

My anaphoric curse; Mein Kemp.

I must study, I must do history, I must do Literature, I must do Music,

or even GP in this case.

I must ... I must.. I master... I masturbate.

Fantasizing of work, not sex , but piles of names.

• No school today, or at least its sports day. Woke up at 12 today, feeling like a pig, a big fat lazy succulent boar. Going to have lunch soon followed by the tons of revision to be accomplished. arggg.
  I think therefore i am: right....

Posted by gabriel at 12:47 PM | Permalink | Comments

My level of sanity reckons my innate perception of people. As much as the drudgery of studying entoils me, i feel the very spirit of success motivating along Homer's journey. I succumb to my moods and is highly susceptible to reclusion.

Had my Music Practical for Prelims today. Handel, Nielsen was generally an Okay. Britten was way off though. sigh. I am perenially sharp to the piano's turning.
[P.S Thank you ms low for accompanying me on the piano]

Posted by gabriel at 3:19 AM | Permalink | Comments

Where should i begin? I actually decided to blog again after such long hiatus.
Reasons for such? hmmm. Perhaps, the envy of of xiaxue or dawn yang claiming huge recognitions for their daily rants.

Prelims is in a week time. " What time is it? its mugging time" should be my advocate now. Nevertheless, i am unable to resisit the juciness/rants/gossips that the internet entails me with.

Actually, i am having my first prelim's paper tmr! A level ( prelim ) music paper 1 - practical. argg. what dreadful thought. Oh well. Live for the moment i must say; carpe diem. To god be in its glory, i have done what i need and have done what i not need. Feeling so guilty for watching tv the days before. Adam Sandler, and Jack nicksomethingson is just tooo irrestible.

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