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Sunday, October 16, 2005


It's a few hours before book-in, and I already feel ultra-constrained. Must be the red boils on my hands. Looks like some kind of skin disease, appears gruesome and itches like crap.

I don't get it. Isn't it natural for an IC to bring his 2IC along? Show him the ropes? Teach him how to be a VC? Crap.. why bring me along to outfield. I hate sandflies. I'm not good with tools. I can't be bothered to remember fixing procedures. It's not going to be my career, or anything remotely close to any jobs I will possibly undertake. Shouldn't Staff drag Subash along?

Anyway, the outfield was nothing but a nightmare. Everything that could possibly go wrong went worse. SM1s found themselves in the ditch, threw tracks, roadwheels flew out.. There was this moment when the rain was so heavy visibility was restricted to a few metres at best. And I was on my knees, wallowing in the mud as I tried desperately to fix back a darn roadwheel hub. I can't believe Jo and 'Bash actually complained non-stop when I returned. I mean, how in the world could I possibly care, when the camou cream was still dripping down my face.

If I actually desired to seat atop the VC compartment and command the driver, I was dead wrong. At least Chu Wei was a great help.


So much for BTT 17 vs BTT 18. Adrian coked up big time. Blessing in disguise though. I seized the chance to appease my conscience, and found myself walking to NJ while the rest climbed into TCHS. Coincidentally the open house lol.

Appeasing conscience sounds rather ungrateful. After all, I did have a good time seeing sweet-looking young girls smile in welcome, as well as soccer players pestering me to join. Felt like saying "Dude, I was in there for some time before you even came." The match with the current Weiqi head was abit of an anti-climax though. This year's disappointment seems well-justified after all.


Miss those times when I really put in effort blogging.


Goal! is nice.

_'Jx]- faded at 5:28 PM