[CODEWORD CLASSIFIED: ARES]
August 15th 2015
From: ‘GEN. Robert Stokes’ [REDACTED]
To: ‘Board of Directors, Central Defence Administration’ [REDACTED]
Subject: [CODEWORD CLASSIFIED: ARES]
Gentlemen, I fear I might regret sending this out the moment I hit the button but recent events and findings have deemed it necessary.
Let me first address the situation of the artefact we have located in Nevada. Significance unknown, the Board decided and decreed that a simple extraction be carried out. Bring the artefact back to [REDACTED] and assess the situation from there. Such a low-risk mission, we have done this with one man before, sometimes two if we expect heavy resistance.
I’m looking through the requested resources by the Board right now. And quite frankly, sirs, this is simply ridiculous. You’re sending 50 of MY men into a desert to bring back a mere object. Regardless of significance, don’t you think this is a bit of overkill? Not only are you requesting 50 marines, but 3 Apaches, 10 Hummers and 3 MBTs? Perhaps, however, what intrigues, nay, disturbs me the most is what I see on the top of the list: Me. My name, right there, along with all these other, valuable resources you’re wasting away on this one operation.
I have served with the USMC for the last 35 years of my life. I have fought and I have watched my fellow men, my fellow brothers die in battle. We say we’re winning, the world THINKS we’re stopping more conflicts from breaking out. They THINK our nation is, as one of my Privates once told me, “kicking asses and taking names”, but they don’t know the truth, do they? We are losing men, sirs, we are. We’re fertilizing the soils of countless countries with the blood of our men. Not to mention the rising tensions with [REDACTED] and [REDACTED]. We are spread thin, on a front that we should have taken ages ago. I have raised this issue countless of times and multiple SEC-CONs and I have never gotten an answer. Yet, I have earned the utmost respect from leaders around the world, a fact, as the Board put it, you told me during out last ‘chat’.
So much for respect, then, if you’re holding back what seems to be critical mission information from me? Because it is clear now, this is not just a simple extraction mission. Formalities be damned, something big is going down and you’re not letting me know, yet, you send me on the mission. Call it what you will, but this is a sham, a sign of utter disregard of everything I’ve done. Something’s amiss here and I assure you, for the safety of my men, I will get to the bottom of this.
Hell, I notice the lack of the UN’s Seal on the Requisition form. I do hope the Board of Directors know this is an act of treason and could present a great risk to the public portrayal of the United States of America. I hope whatever it is you are up to is worth it.
I’m going in expecting nothing. After all, as you’ve stated in this form, this operation has been classified as low-risk. But I swear, should any one of my men get killed in this mission, I will put a bullet into each one of your heads.
Consider this my letter of resignation.
Robert Stokes
[REDACTED]- Rank revoked till further notice.
Oh and by the way, the Private I quoted. Do not bother attempting a court martial on him. Died in 2011; in the Georgia Skirmishes. I sincerely hope that the Board deems that just punishment for that kid, his wife and their newborn daughter. No matter, that can be easily rectified once the Board meets him in Hell. I’ll tell him to be nice when I meet him.
August 16th 2015
From: [REDACTED]
To: ‘GEN. Robert Stokes’ [REDACTED]
Subject: RE: [CODEWORD CLASSIFIED: ARES]
“All men are prepared to accomplish the incredible if their ideals are threatened.” – Maya Angelou
The Board has plans to end all your concerns, General. In the ways you want it, in fact. Do not worry.
Season Two Point One?
Ho-o-ly Shit. Been a hell of a long time. So long that as I begged my trembling hand to move the mouse cursor towards the “New Post” Button, I could feel the dust that has settled from months of untouched-ness. Welcome to 2010. Nay, like freakin End of the second month. Seriously, people, what’s with the hell of fast moving time. So off-putting. Anyways, this is just a little post to tell people that yes, I’m still alive and that Yes, I remember this blog exists, and YES, I intend to come back and post more piles of crap for you to sink your grubby hands into and hopefully, find something sweet to hang on to at the end of it all.
Am I going to do that now? Tonight? Hell no! Work awaits me. Well, if playing my last video games before going into study mode for tests can be counted as work. Which reminds me: DUDE, TESTS ARE INBOUND! AND ITS LIKE THE YEAR JUST STARTED. OH NOES!
Anyway, instead I’m gonna leave you guys with a different kind of crap. In my last post, which was like 10 Million years ago btw, I mentioned I was going to write a story. A story… A piece of fiction that has been swirling in my head for a long, long time, dying to be written out. Well, over the holidays, I gathered my thoughts and brainstormed on an actual concrete narrative. And for the past few days, ‘penned down’ the Prologue. I’m excited to slowly. I’m not a good writer at all, hell, my writing sucks but still, hope I can deliver a strong narrative that will… I don’t know… do something.
That’ll be posted in 5 minutes. Hell, you will probably see it before you even read this post 
Season Two
Last time, on the San-day times…
With EOYs in two weeks time, I don’t really think anyone’s gonna be reading this yet anyway, I’m looking at EOYs and specifically eyeing October 6th: The last day. A few things will be in my possesion by then and when I head home October 6th, with a 2 day holiday in front of me, those things will be the gateway to hours of intense fun.
Till then though, gotta study hard. Don’t want to get kicked out of the IP program now, do I?
Today, on the San-day times.
Its been a long time coming. Sooo many times, I told myself “Sanjeev, you’ve gotta post something up here.” And sooo many times, Sanjeev replied back saying “Fuck you. Get lost!”
Well, hey. I’m back! Kinda… Exam’s are over. So this’ll be a regular now. Get used to it.
Gosh, a lot of things have happened since the last time I made a post, which was a hell of a long time ago, and I can’t even remember most of them. I do remember not sleeping for 36 hours straight, an awesome chalet stay over, rocking on Guitar Hero, some bitch talking to me about etiquette and some anime movie thing about dead fireflies and fruit drops. A bunch more happened, including inVigorate 2009, which left me extremely pissed on the last day. We lost, but we played fair. Gives you a clue as to why I was pissed.
Going to keep this short. Think of it as a preview of the Second Season. Holiday’s are coming in hot. And scripts are being returned this week. And now, I’m a free man. Regardless of what happens, I’m free. And I’ve got nothing to do. So, I’ve been coming up with a holiday plan.
A little preview into my head, if you will?
1. Play games, y’all. This holidays are flooded with games. It’ll be magical and I’ll lose many a-nights’ worth of sleep.
2. Start on that Gaming Blog thingy. I’m into Journalism and I’m into games. Seems like a perfect fit. I’ve already written a few pretty well thought out reviews for the great debut. Not that anyone potentially reading this would care but hey, its MY thoughts you’re going through now.
3. 2009 Year in Review. I do this every year internally but this time since I have a blog, I’ll post it up. Sorta like a reflection you know? Mainly about school life. I’ve been gathering thoughts on what to say and it’ll be pretty interesting. And as frank as I can get.
4. Make the switch to contacts, probably.
5. Write a story. Writing has always intrigued me and well, I have an idea thought out, with story elements hastily typed out on a word document. Like this blog post, that ‘story’ has been a long time coming and well, I feel like I’ve developed enough ideas to perhaps, go for it. A little hint: If you liked how the Joker was in The Dark Knight, you’ll like one of the main dudes in this story.
It’s not confirmed yet but I’m really into it. It’ll be of a low caliber of course, but just want to sharpen my writing skills. Perhaps a little sneak peak (I’ve written the first part of it already, kinda like the Prologue) in the near future and then I’ll decide.
6. Turn 15. God dammit, am I, like, the last person to become 15?
I think I’ve got a good plan laid out in front of me and it’s gonna be interesting how the remaining two weeks of school play out. Oh and kinda have to survive this week of results.
Like I said, it’s gonna be magical.
Yep, I’m Lazy again.
So, hey all. Back from Malaysia. Revision aside, that was one hell of a trip. I mean, I’m not in a position now to give a full rundown of my Malaysia trip, because its absolutely something that warrants it. Its 10.15. I’m lazy. Did a shit ton of Chemistry Revision today. My eye hurts. And I’m probably 40% fatter now. Sometime this week, I’ll do it. It was spectacular.
But, Malaysia, or specifically, Aloe Setar, Kedah – The place i was living in, is fantastic. Its quiet and peaceful and my relatives who live there are awesome. Awesome place to study in, awesome place to be really. A tad bit eerie at night, with the multiple trees and rats and lizards and all sort of fun, creepy stuff, but its something special.
And with my fun relatives comes fun, loads of fun. From tripping security alarms to shoplifting to laying a swath of destruction in Scrabble, it was amazing. But alas, you people don’t get to hear about it yet. Just don’t feel like typing it out. Boo hoo right?
With EOYs in two weeks time, I don’t really think anyone’s gonna be reading this yet anyway, I’m looking at EOYs and specifically eyeing October 6th: The last day. A few things will be in my possesion by then and when I head home October 6th, with a 2 day holiday in front of me, those things will be the gateway to hours of intense fun.
Till then though, gotta study hard. Don’t want to get kicked out of the IP program now, do I?
Charlie Foxtrot
Go find out what that means. Its not special really. Sounded cool… though I’d just throw it in there somewhere.
So yep, again, a long time coming for this post. And well, its been one hell of a week. So where should we begin, hmm?
Lets start from the beginning: CA2 results. I’ve made it a known fact that my Review tests marks were pretty damn bad and I wasn’t quite throwing a freakin party over it as well. Cut things short: I’m hella pissed and disappointed with myself. And thus, it was kinda pleasing to see that most of the subjects that I failed the RT in, I managed to scrape through a pass somehow. All but one: Physics.
Seriously, this time, Physics caught me by surprise. Physics was the last subject I thought I would fail. On the base level, Physics is easy as shit. And yet, I managed to fuck it up completely. If anything, this 46.6 serves as a reminder: Study Even Harder, you bastard. Or die trying…. Or just die. Simpler that way.
Enough of this exams bullshit, then. I had my LA presentation last week. You know, the one I where I wasn’t quite happy with certain group mates? Well, its come and gone and well, I guess, for me personally, it went well. I made a last minute change to my part though, crushing everything I had, which wasn’t much anyway, and bringing in 2 different pieces, both risky in its own right.
Hey, I love video games. When Mr Leonard alluded to the possibility of Video games being on topic, I couldn’t resist. Looks like things worked out quite well. Got a 39/50 for the project overall, with an individual score of 16 out of 20. Missed what I was aiming for but its cool.
The day of the LA presentation was also the day where I got my new phone. An iPhone, no less.
I wasn’t expecting much out of my iPhone. I didn’t really even want it in the first place. I had a fully functional Walkman phone, which no, well, the walkman part of it had broken. And I had an iPod. I was covered. And even as I got my hands on he iPhone, I thought “Sanjeev, this is cool and all but do I really need it?”
Well, no. I don’t. But, as I’ve used it more and more, I’m starting to like it a hell of a lot more. I mean its scary when your phone’s internet is faster than when you use it on your computer. Seriously. Its just so slick and easy to use. I think spending a few more months with this baby, and I’ll probably never be able to use another phone again.
So, this brings us where? Saturday? Ah yes, Saturday. You see, my mum works at NTUC Income. And they either organized or sponsered it or I don’t really know, actually. But the truth is: I spent my Saturday afternoon and Evening at the Singapore Kite Festival.
You know, what I like more than having a nice afternoon nap? Standing in the hot, fucking sun for 30 minutes for the shuttle bus, go there and walk around in the fucking heat for another hour before, leaving. I mean, come on, Who wouldn’t enjoy that?
Though it was entertaining to say the least. Oh not, the festival. What happened after festival? Oh yes indeed.
So, we’re going back right. And there’s a group of people lining up, or rather, clustered around the waiting area, which was pointed out by a bald, indian dude in white, NTUC Income uniform. Among the dudes waiting for the shuttle bus back to Clementi was this random fat woman. We thought she was like a Guide too. Nope, turns out she was NTUC Income staff as well.
So, we see our bus coming up in the distance. And we notice another big shuttle bus, coming in. Turns out a bunch of dudes had booked their own bus. So, this bus comes in and takes up ‘our’ slot. Fat Woman (From this moment own, known as Bitch, you’ll know why later), goes forward and knocks furiously on the Door.
Okay, techincally, that dude had the right to stop by there. It was a going to be a quick extraction: He’s entire group was there and ready for evac. As with all operations though, sometimes, there is risk of snags. The snag this time? Bitch. Bus Driver dude comes out of bus, angry. Bitch starts ranting, saying how ‘her’ bus was coming in and how that spot was reserved for ‘her’ bus. Dude of course, got pissed as hell. A nice squable, with both eventually swearing. One in hokkien, one in English (Guess who said which!). Then, one of the dudes from the other group comes in and says “My Bus! My Bus!”
Dude… I think we know.
Anyway, Mr Bald Guy managed to talk and calm down the Bus Driver Dude, who now I realized used to be in the Army, due to some 5 year T-Shirt he was wearing. If I were the Bitch, I wouldn’t neccesarily be messing with this dude, but whatever. Dude calms down, swears one last time (Dropped the F Bomb. Slick!), gets into the bus and drives further down, right in time for the Bitch to earn her title.
This group of Indians, clearly from India (Accent gave it away. Shocker huh?), were coming in in a car. And, you know? The car park for the park was pretty far ahead. They had an old woman in the car. So, I was thinking it would be common courtesy to let the old woman get down first, so that she didn’t have to walk all the way from the car park, right?
Wrong, according to Bitch.
So, they try stopping the car. And Bitch goes up and stops them too. The lady of the family, pulls down the windscreen and says that they just want to do a quick drop off. Nope, says Bitch. She attempts to chase these dudes off as well.
Luckily, Indian dude was smart. He still stopped the car and got out of it. The old lady opened the door. The dude opened the trunk.
And god damn! The old lady was on crutches. All the more reason why she couldn’t have walked!
Did Bitch care? No. She fucking proceeds to shit on Indians.
“All Indians. Always like that.”
“Brains as dull as their skin”
“Damn Indians polluting Singapore”
“Dark Skin, Dark Heart”
And as the cherry on top, the fucking Bitch spits towards the dude as he sends off the old lady, whom I gathered was his mother, and gets back into the car.
You know, I’m pretty tolerant of racism. Because, now in our modern society, its usually in good fun. Hell, I make racist jokes as well. To my own bros from India as well. And, others do the same. It doesn’t affect me at all. Because its all in good fun. But, its telling when you’re serious about the comments you make. And the comments that bitch made. Serious. As. Fuck. I dropped my own F-bomb as well and it looked like my mum was about to as well but as always, I had to keep my mum in check.
We eventually got on the bus and were on our ways out. Well not quite.
In a stroke of brilliance, the Bus Driver dude from before? He was about to leave, saw our bus, and parked his bus along the width of the road, effectively blocking off the road completely. He gets down his bus, knocks on our bus’s door, comes in as shouts “I’m not moving until that bitch apologzies”
Bitch had it coming, that dumb fuck.
Eventually though, the traffic police came in and the poor Bus Driver dude had to leave without getting his apology. The Indian dude should have gotten his mother in as well, to get an apology. In fact, I should have punched her in her fucked up face and demanded for an apology as well.
I is good boy? No. I is good boy in front of mum? Affirmative.
So, I got back my overall results and had to break the news to my mum. You know, its always tough telling mothers marks. They always expect more than what you get. But, when you know you’ve got a shit spread, and you yourself are upset, telling you mum is a great deal tougher. I finally manned up last night and told her. And, he reaction was… well, she was fine. I mean, we’ve established a long time ago that my Review test marks, kinda sucked. And for almost all the subjects, it was the RT that pulled marks down.
So, EOYs? I got my eyes on you, you crazy Son of a bitch.
So yea, I’m leaving for Malaysia tomorrow morning. 11 o Clock flight if I am not wrong. And I’m bringing a shit ton of notes and assessment books there. Its the final countdown to the EOYs and guess what? I’m determined to kick some fucking ass.
I know, I know
Okay, I guess I should make a post already. And well, I just don’t have the time. Its been a damn mess, man. Exams on fast approach, homework galore.
Before the week ends. Definitely.
This time for sure.
khxbye.
So I was gonna post something
… But I completely forgot and just switched off the computer, and went to my room. I have loads to talk about. The weekend was especially entertaining. And this post is completely worthless but I’n testing out an equally worthless feature on something I will talk about tomorrow. So stay tuned?
Tears of the Forgotten
The title is just a little think I came up with thinking of 09v11. Make what you will of it. It’ll be fun trying to decipher it. I promise.
So yea, another busy week. Another normal week in post-Review Test IP. Things look different now. The once, fairly laid back lifestlye I had here took a sharp turn into Hell Avenue and well, from this end on, there’ s only two roads left: The road that makes a U-Turn back into IP2 Street or the road that leads me straight out. Straight out of what? The IP Programe of course. That threat now seems more real than ever. This could be it. If I don’t get shit in order, this probably will be my last tour of duty here.
Got a letter the other day. A letter from school. A letter with all my Review Test marks. In a nice table. With a nice statement below it.
“Your child’s performance is below satisfactory”
Yea, the guns have already been pointed at my head. My next move determines whether they pull the trigger or let me walk away, live to fight another day.
Oh well, bummer huh?
Anyway, the continous shit pile of homework, assignments, projects, etc etc is accumulating in shit content. More accurately, I would describe what’s happening now as being hosed down by a faeces cannon. I guess, what I’m trying to say is…
Shit.
I mean, seriously. Its getting crazy here. We have 2 projects plus various other stuff due with much more just passing behind us, and coming ahead. Which brings me to a problem I am having: My LA Group.
You know, I usually don’t care about who’s in my group. And therefore, this time, I kept quiet and let things happen as it happened. But, who knew, it would end up like this.
My LA Group: Myself, Clara, Amanda, Roy and April.
I don’t mind Clara. I feel like I can work with her. But, nothing against the Scholars, but I just can’t work properly with any of them. And well… I don’t know. I feel bad saying this but…argh. Forget it.
I shed the tears of the forgotten; of the fallen.
Hiatus
Its been a while since my little emo outburst regarding my physics marks. That seems like such a distant time now and the Sanjeev that typed that post is seeing better times and has found himself in a new age of zen and bliss… One full of serenity and happiness…
Hell Fucking Yea.
So yea, like I said, its been a while really. Actually thought I was going to just let the blog slip into the dense, overcrowded graveyard of unactive blogs of the internet but unlike the Grim Reaper, I gave myself another chance. What other chance? Well, that is exactly what your sorry ass is reading right now. Boo Hoo.
So, we finished our Review Tests and got back all our results. What do I think about them? Well, firstly, I’m not even thinking about them anymore. Looking ahead into the future. End of year is what I’m looking at now. Tells you a lot about my results. But, its been a nice eye opener. Its too bad my distraction is what I deem to be the key to my future. Darn schools, right?
Speaking of darn schools, who came up with this idea? “Okay, these kids just finished their Review Tests… How about we dump them back into studying hardcore and throw in 2 more tests for free?!” Fuck that person. Really, people? Just when I thought Review Tests were over and was slowly stumbling into my relxed, post-exam mood, we get 2 more god damned tests! Doesn’t help that the topics we’re studying in class proper are getting even more boring by the day.
Case in Point: Biology.
Here I am, studying Digestion in animals in school. Peristalsis, Hydrochloric Acid, Toxic Sausages and all that fun stuff. You know, did anyone turn around and think “How will this help the students in the future?”. I’m guessing not because, unless you want to be some srot of doctor who specializes in this crap, which if you’re that type of person, what the hell is wrong with you?, there is no point to that at all. Same thing applies for almost every other god damned thing I study.
Why do I need to know how to find the gradient to a graph? Why do I need to know what happens when Acids and metals react? Why do I need to know about Bangladesh and their damns? Why!
Back to Digestion, which is by far the worst topic I have studied this year. You know what Digestion is to me?
I eat. A Lot. Then, I shit. A Lot.
Its no fucking mystery, people! What else do I need to know?
You know what school should be? Exactly what universities are like, just broader. You have a huge variety of courses and you choose a combination of 6-7. And you do those. Hate Maths? Don’t choose that and choose something else. And add interesting varieties of courses. Make it kinda like the Uni’s options. Things that are relavant to our future. So by the time we reach University, we know what we want to do and we can opt for that.
And with that, I end my School rant.
My personal problems though, have been becoming better. Slowly. Its like the problem is slowly getting away. After letting it out and talking to a few dudes, it feels a whole lot better and magically, things seem to, this time really, be looking up. However, as the storm clouds of my problems seem to be clearing, I now see the bigger problem. I can’t really name specific causes of the problem because really, you add everything up, you know what the final count is?
25
The Entire Class. Its not a problem per say but its something I’m personally not happy with. Not from the start. And I know its something that is too late to correct. Hell, even correct isn’t the right word to use. Its not a mistake. Its a way of life. A fucked up way of life at that.
Anyway, watched G.I Joe over the weekend and just a word of advice: If you haven’t watched it yet, go do it now. As in, right now. Like Now. No stop reading on, I said NOW! You don’t even have to have seen or read the comics and cartoons. Its just awesome. Such and imaginative world, that GI Joe thing is. And Action packed really. It also inspired me to work on something else… a debut for something else…
Which reminds me, if you have a good eye… or if you even cared… or you know what, look there right now. A new mysterious link has popped up on my links. Respawn in 5… Hmm, I wonder what that may be. In short, its something I’m going to start to give myself a taste of one of two of my future aspirations. Both aspirations are related though but the type of thing that blog will be used for is the one I’m most interested in and the one I’m shooting for. And I will hit the target. And make a bang.
Have my goals set up for me. Hitting those goals? I’d say that makes for some Desperate Times.
And me? I guess whatever effort I put in, and it’ll be a lot, will be the Desperate Measures.
Shit just keeps getting better and better.
Let me get this out of the way right here: I failed Physics. Badly. 13 out of 50. I’m not proud of myself and if I had the chance, I would just fucking scream and wreck everything. Even in class, I nearly cried, this time for real. David asked “Are you okay?” and I didn’t answer. had I opened my mouth, I probably would have cried. Honest.
Most unexpected thing to happen to me. Ever. Last thing I thought I would fail. As if I wasn’t already upset before, another fucking bombshell gets thrown at me and hits me right in my fucking face.
I studied. More so for this than probably for any other Science. And of course, all my work paid off. I fail it. Sounds fair, doesn’t it?
You know, with the way I am right now, I probably was better off staying in VS.
God, I still remembered saying on my Twitter…
Good start to the week. Maybe things are finally looking up.
I posted that just this Monday. How fast things got fucked up…
I’m sorry to anyone coming in here expecting some lievely post like I used to. Just when I thought things were maybe, just maybe going to look up, I’m thrust back into my sadness.
Its not you. Its me.
Seriously.
