* Sir Winston Churchill *
When you have to kill a man it costs nothing to be polite
Monday, March 07, 2005
Finally, I had the time to blog. We had this Adam Koo camp. Before this camp, I already knew that we would be made to cry. And indeed, I cried. It was not he made us cry, but it was us that made ourselves cry. Things that we recalled from our memory made us cry.
On the last day of the camp, some of us were given the opportunity to go up to stage to speak about how we felt and all that. I actually wanted to go up but then my parents had left long before the programme start. So here, I would say some important things about what I am going to say.
Around this year, we had this damn stupid meeting on Monday which we should not have. And on this particluar day, something happened to my dad. He choked on his dentures and waited for serveral hours before being seen by the damn doctor in the hospital. I was so angry when I reached home at around 7pm to realised that due to this DAMN meeting, I was not able to go to the hospital to vist my dad whom was accompanied by both my mom and sister. I was also angry that the my dad had to wait so long for the doctor while he might be choked and die. Luckily he did not. And that day, lying in bed about to sleep, I cried as I thought of how unfillial I am, not going down to the hospital to visit him. And all due to the motherf***ing person that held the motherf***king meeting that caused all these unnecessary guilt in me. And the next day, my dad was still in the hospital but having training, I could not make it down again. Since it was official training, it was alright. So whenever I thought of this, I would feel something boiling deep down in me, but I was unable to speak this out to the motherf***king person that held the meeting. He would act sympathy to me which would make my blood boil even more. And when this motherf***king's parent came, he would leave us doing all the shit while he left for home early. He would call and act sympathy about how late we reached home. The more I think of it, the more angry I am at this faggot motherf***king person.
DAMN HIM THE BIG BASTARD THAT CAUSED ALL THIS DAMN GUILT IN ME. ONE DAY, I SHALL EXPLODE RIGHT IN YOUR FACE!! AND THIS MOTHERF***KING PERSON PURPOSELLY PUT MASTER PARADE ON THE DAY OF HIS COURSE. WELL DONE MAN!! SO THAT YOU COULD SKIP MASTER PARADE!! THAT DAY SHALL COME WHEN I CANNOT TOLERATE YOU ANYMORE!! AND YOU EVEN DARE TO SHOUT AT DANIEL JUST BECAUSE HE DO WHAT HE THOUGHT WAS RIGHT, IN FRONT OF SEC 3 SOMEMORE!! THE DAY SHALL ARRIVED!!BE PREPARED TO FACE IT YOU BIG DAMN BAST**D!!THAT FACE OF YOURS MAKE ME WANT TO PUKE!! I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE DAY WHEN WE STEP DOWN AND PASS OUT!!! THEN I WOULD NOT NEED TO FACE YOU AGAIN!!
On the last day of the camp, some of us were given the opportunity to go up to stage to speak about how we felt and all that. I actually wanted to go up but then my parents had left long before the programme start. So here, I would say some important things about what I am going to say.
Around this year, we had this damn stupid meeting on Monday which we should not have. And on this particluar day, something happened to my dad. He choked on his dentures and waited for serveral hours before being seen by the damn doctor in the hospital. I was so angry when I reached home at around 7pm to realised that due to this DAMN meeting, I was not able to go to the hospital to vist my dad whom was accompanied by both my mom and sister. I was also angry that the my dad had to wait so long for the doctor while he might be choked and die. Luckily he did not. And that day, lying in bed about to sleep, I cried as I thought of how unfillial I am, not going down to the hospital to visit him. And all due to the motherf***ing person that held the motherf***king meeting that caused all these unnecessary guilt in me. And the next day, my dad was still in the hospital but having training, I could not make it down again. Since it was official training, it was alright. So whenever I thought of this, I would feel something boiling deep down in me, but I was unable to speak this out to the motherf***king person that held the meeting. He would act sympathy to me which would make my blood boil even more. And when this motherf***king's parent came, he would leave us doing all the shit while he left for home early. He would call and act sympathy about how late we reached home. The more I think of it, the more angry I am at this faggot motherf***king person.
DAMN HIM THE BIG BASTARD THAT CAUSED ALL THIS DAMN GUILT IN ME. ONE DAY, I SHALL EXPLODE RIGHT IN YOUR FACE!! AND THIS MOTHERF***KING PERSON PURPOSELLY PUT MASTER PARADE ON THE DAY OF HIS COURSE. WELL DONE MAN!! SO THAT YOU COULD SKIP MASTER PARADE!! THAT DAY SHALL COME WHEN I CANNOT TOLERATE YOU ANYMORE!! AND YOU EVEN DARE TO SHOUT AT DANIEL JUST BECAUSE HE DO WHAT HE THOUGHT WAS RIGHT, IN FRONT OF SEC 3 SOMEMORE!! THE DAY SHALL ARRIVED!!BE PREPARED TO FACE IT YOU BIG DAMN BAST**D!!THAT FACE OF YOURS MAKE ME WANT TO PUKE!! I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE DAY WHEN WE STEP DOWN AND PASS OUT!!! THEN I WOULD NOT NEED TO FACE YOU AGAIN!!
Battle won at 1:58 AM
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