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Kelvin: “What is your girlfriend’s name?”
Guy donning orange SIT shirt: “Why you want to know?”
Kelvin: “Can’t you just tell? It’s not like its a secret.”
Orange-shirt-guy: “Cannot.”
Kelvin: “WTF.”
Lester: “WTFFF.”
Orange-shirt-guy: “…..”
Kelvin: “Come on, it’s just a NAME. I swear we have no ill intensions.”
Orange-shirt-guy: “Why you want it for?”
Kelvin looks at Lester, and turns back to Orange-shirt-guy
Kelvin: “Frankly, I just want to ask her how she can tolerate the way you speak. Does she vomit blood after talking to you?”
Orange-shirt-guy displays blur look

..and that above was a excerpt of a conversation which was the most memorable from the 3 days 2 night Young Aspirers Club camp.

Basically, the Young Aspirers Club (YA) is yet another club in my school, Republic Polytechnic – for those who haven’t been catching any balls so far – whereby students are actually encouraged to be somewhat creative, and daring. In comparison with Cypher Club – whereby all the School of Infocomm Technology students are encouraged to join – I would state that YA actually has more potential, in terms of people, and leadership skills, and work-mindset.

However, I shall reserve my judgment though – since they actually encourage people to borrow money from the school (actually, the Government) to start up businesses. Seriously, if you borrow money from Ah Long , the very most they can do to you is… Aiyah. Let me show you a comparison:

See the consequences? Scary, right?

Anyways, alot of really silly things happened during the YA camp, and I really shouldn’t elaborate on the countless times I shot myself in the foot. Even Victor – the facilitator in charge noticed the bullets kept going that way. Alamak. Luckily one of the school’s director didn’t realise – otherwise there goes my future aspirations of taking over the..errrr, school. =X

Still, this camp was organized with only around 10 committee members – and I must really commend their effort. If you give me 10 people and tell me to get a 3 day event running, I would give you back a single handsign (almost every time). Please, don’t try it. I need at least 11 people.

Oh, and yes, we happened to chance upon Singapore’s leading Sai Zui production plant. In Hokkien, Sai means feces/shit, and Zui basically means water or liquid. So, in other words, we visited a production plant which turned Shit Water into drinkable bottled water – NEWater . No wonder the people here are always so full of shit.

Strangely, they actually found a way to make smelly water into some disco/club-themed flooring – and to think for a few moments when I saw the other students drinking the recycled shit water, I actually thought it was a hopeless society.

Hmm. Maybe the water does have a little bit of effect on the older generation… (well, why else would they offer to dance on glass above recycled shit water?)

Then, our Gahmen fellow countrymen decided to turn up the ambience of a Sai Zui Production Plant alot more by redecorating certain portions to the slightly shinily-romantic theme. I wonder why they didn’t provide bedrooms or beds for that matter of fact:

Seriously crazy people.

But then, something gave me a slight glimmer of hope yet again – perhaps they were not totally old and senile and money minded after all. In this object, or rather exhibit, laid the truth about our society – in which our mums and dads would be so proud of to hear, siah…

WAHAHAHAHA! So they DO know about the tax increases so far! How much was the GST going to rise to again? 7%? or was it 10%?

1970 – No taxes?
1980 - Little bit of taxes?
1990 – 3% GST
2000 - 5% GST
2006 - WTFFF! 7% Taxes!

This looks seemingly familiar to the Exponential Growth Graph which the math class taught the other day:

…just that we replace the “Number of Rabbits” with “GST Increase“. Can, right? Same depiction of situation over X-Axis being “Time“.

See lah, what started off to be a post about “Your girlfriends’ name?” became one about political crap. Brrrrr. Nevermind. I’ll continue my story about kinky people and their words tomorrow.