Had IPPT yesterday. First time in my life, I had a fitness test with a bunch of old uncles who aren't exactly...ermm...fit. Nvm about that, luckily there was this ADA officer who runs damn fast to keep me motivated. Haha. Reached the last 200m at the 8min mark, ended up having 8.45 as my timing. Not bad, I think considering that I din bia the last part. The ADA officer was too strong. Did not bother chasing him down in the last 200m. Nevertheless, got my money in a rather nice fashion. Yeah!
Well, cables are driving me crazy. How in the world am I to know what shape suits what loads? I would have ^%%^# the lecturer upside down if not for the fact that I am not the one paying the school fees. Wasting my time listening to him crapping in the nice, cosy auditorium.

Argh I lost my phone today... so sian.. have to go around to collect phone numbers... sigh. ran AHM today... damn shack. My legs are still protesting at this moment in time, more than 12 hours after I had finished my run. Ultimately, I ran a depressing run today, had to tie my shoelaces for 20 odd times. sigh.. shall not carry on blogging depressing matters.

"People were always asking me, how is it that firefighters run into a burning building when everybody else is running out? Courage is the answer." John Travolta, Ladder 49.
Man... eight years before I can try out for SCDF...eight years

Dear Diary,
I am seriously wondering why you are called a blog. Is it to mean that this is a "big"log of someone's life or is it some sort some sort of complex mathematical formula that involves the use of logarithm?? I don't know cause I just find it strange. Also, Why is a diary called a diary, is it because people in the past write about themselves after having some dairy products thus with some twitching here and there, it becomes diary. Strange isn't it, haha.
Anyway, it was MAF yesterday, just another typical HC activity. And I am just another Ang Kheng Wee in HC. Dunno how to dance, dunno how to sing. Ended up sitting on a class bench which is quite different from what it used to be talking with my kindergarten classmate. How time flies. In a flash, I am already 19...soon... a different sort of person from those bo-gay(no teeth) adolescent years, I think, though I seriously still enjoy cartoons for no apparent reasons. Haha. I wouldn't say I had matured which I doubt that I ever will, but that I am a person with more responsibilities now that I had to start fending for myself. Really lucky that SAF actually want me, given my poor results as compared to the stellar results of my colleagues. In a way, I have a job after graduation and a stable job it is, thus, not too bad...not too bad.

Dear Diary,
it is funny, isn't it? That man are essentially very violent animals, born with the inclination to inflict pain on others. Just came back from wrestling my brother in his room which I won after several chicken wings, ankle lock and crippler cross-faces. Must say I really felt good watching my brother grimaced in pain while refusing to tap. Haha. Just too bad I did not put my camera in place properly and all the shots are not even pictures. Just a black piece of thing and a few silhouttes. Nvm, as I am feeling so good now, after winning a thing which I had never lost. Just hope my brother never grows bigger or join some akido thing in future. I would not want to break any bones from someone who never want to stop until he is dead(his running philosophy).
Adios

Dear Diary,
haha it had been a terribly long time since I last updated (You do realise that this had been my opening lines for I dunno how many entries do u?/). Nvm. Anyway, what should I touch on since I had lost all my mood to mug, not that there was any to begin with.
School sucks. Really. Whole lot of lectures teaching things that would not turn up in the tutorials and doing whole lot of tutorials that have no relation to the assignments and finishing the assignments in a mad man's frenzy so that I had to research again into things that would be covered in tests which I had never heard of. Some how, I agree with Wenyang's view that lectures in university are the same as those I had in OCS. Those that I had to commit acts of sado-masochism so that I could open my eyes wide enough to focus on anywhere but the lecturer and the screen behind him. I seriously don't know why I even bother to attend these lectures when no attendance or whatever is taken and if I want, I could even watch the lectures on the web as they would recorded! Maybe it is the self satisfaction of at least acquiring 10 minutes of knowledge imparted by the lecturers. I dunno. But #@@@#$#%$@%@&##%^* to all proponents of independent learning. They are the ones who should have been shot!
Taking up the module of geopolitics opens up a sad world of conflicts before my eyes and I seriously don't understand why I chose a module to watch gastly videos of children being shot, men losing their limbs and dignity and women losing their chastity. It is depressing in actual fact to learn about the many Hot areas of the world where everybody's birthday wish is a full-body biullet proof vest and an Ak-47.