YESSSS.....RTC'S OVERRRRRRRR!!!!!!

Last major thing to do before stepping down is done, now can start to relax liao

But seriously, RTC was so fun, every hour tekan the recruits until two fell sick, booted out of camp.

this year's batch of Sec1s are quite mentally, emotionally and physically weak. kena bully a bit then cry liao...tsktsk...then, also not disciplined at all, dun have respect for seniors....but not entirely their fault, they are influenced by other cadets who also dun respect us....

During RTC, Shaoyong was like seroiusly sadistic, even scared them during Nightwalk pretending to be dying, possessed or (i like dis) suffering from serious asthma. one of my trainees later told me, 'Ar, CSM ? i think you better check on the, um, pimple faced guy, he like cannot breathe like that, wan to die ar??'

See what i mean? They cannot even address their CSM and Sargeant properly....

i was doing messing, then always got pissed off, they never clean up their mess and during Outdoor Cooking, were so unruly. last day cannot take it liao, so pumped them more that usual lah...

i did some evaluation last week after camp, and i realised my CCA Days were numbered.

next saturday, 25 march has no parade due to Parent's Day

Next, next saturday, April Fools' no parade because got BB Competition(which thankfully i'm not in)

Next,next, next Saturday got parade, then immediately close session to study for exams.

open session in June, we hand over and step down

So, simply put.......

I
ONLY
HAVE
1
MORE
PARADE
TO
ATTEND
FOR
THE
REST
OF
THIS
YEAR!

YYYYEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!
Finally can get some well-deserved rest....after slogging so hard..


Ahhhhhh............

this is my last chance to blog before my RTC until Saturday, so I'd better do it....

Really, i don't noe wad to expect during RTC....I suppose I'll let Shao Yong run the show...after all he planned it....

I'm in charge of messing, and precious little else...I think I'll just oversee everything...

Any way, here's todays special.......(3,2,1...)










so sorry, no special todae....got to wait until after RTC. no time liao....

for hardcore tolkien junkies out there, i'll be back with more LOTR crap soon....dun miss it.

wish me luck!!!!

hello people........


well, i said i'll be blogging todae rite? so, here i am, at 2311 hrs, blogging.

the remembrance of last year's OBS course still lingers in me head.....ah, we had such fun!

I still remember, there were 6 Zhonghuarians in my watch, besides me there was Gary, Weisheng, Min Shian, Fiona and (whos the last guy...) mervyn....

our instuctor was the best....knew how to control and discipline us well...... name was Iskandar, we know him as IS.
Below is a pic of us at bukit puaka summit, the highest point of pulau ubin, from which we could see the panoramic view of Singapore. we reached that narrow space protuding over a cliff by bashing through sub forest terrain and following a narrow steep path up.

Below us is a quarry which we swam in later....a priveledge only my watch had.....more about that later.

Talk about swimming in forbidden pools.......

PS. pic cannot be uploaded...will try again tml.bye!

heyyy.....finally blogging again. So sorry folks....kept y'all waiting so loooong...

anyway, for those diehard fans of Tolkien and LOTR(like me!), i've something nostalgic today.....

this is one of my favourite poems in the book, about the former glory and hope of restoring the kingdom of the Dwarves....enjoyy....



The world world was young,
the mountains green,
No stain yet on the Moon was seen,
No words were laid on stream or stone,
When Durin woke and walked alone.
He named the nameless hills and dells;
He drank from yet untasted wells;
He stooped and looked in Mirrormere,
And saw a crown of stars appear,
As gems upon a silver thread,
Above the shadow of his head.


The world was fair,
the mountains tall,
In Elder Days before the fall
Of mighty Kings in Nargothrond
And Gondolin,
who now beyond
The Western Seas have passed away:
The world was fair in Durin's Day.


A king he was on carven throne
In many-pillared halls of stone
With golden roof and silver floor,
And runes of power upon the door.
The light of sun and star and moon
In shining lamps of crystal hewn
Undimmed by cloud or shade of night
There shown forever far and bright.


There hammer on the anvil smote,
There chisel clove, and graver wrote;
There forged was bladed and bound was hilt;
The delver mined the mason built.
There beryl, pearl, and opal pale
And metel wrought like fishes' mail,
Buckler and corslet, axe and sword,
And shining spears were laid in horde.


Unwearied then were Durin's folk;
Beneath the mountains music woke:
The harpers harped, the minstrels sang,
And at the gates the trumpets rang.


The world is grey, the mountains old,
The forge's fire is ashen-cold;
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls:
The darkness dwells in Durin's halls;
The shadow lies upon his tomb
In Moria, in Khazad-dûm.
But still the sunken stars appear
In dark and windless Mirrormere;
There lies his crown in water deep,
Till Durin wakes again from sleep.



nice rite??? its so inspiring...Gimli sang this while looking into the mirrormere, where Durin the Deathless, father of all Dwarves, came into his inheritance....btw, let me juz say i got this from www.tolkien.cro.com for copyrite's sake..


byeee...