final part 4....SAD DAY FOR ME - I QUIT NDP!

a big piece of white sheet covered over us ...and the rest of the participants....then some kind of bright colored lights was shone onto it...i couldn't see what cos me concealed under the white sheet...
then they drew off the humongous white sheet..and i was shocked!
i thought it was too earlier for the HUNGRY GHOST MONTH...cos i saw the dead RAJARATHNAM on the billboard screen talking to eveyone there...
thought he came back from the grave like what our mental minitoot would do when he was going to be stiff and cold....
and i couldn't help laughing as i was mildly startled...imagined u were covered...and when u were exposed...the first thing u see on the big screen was a dead guy talking dunno what to u!
haahaa...and fireworks...and booming...and more fireworks...then pledge and now the real mari kita.....i realised my affinity with NDP was drawing to an end...and i sang like mad....very loud...very strong...and very the vibrato...;9)
and held back my tears...as it would be good bye ndp....i dun think i could continue with this bunch of nicoompoo SOKA brats...
and while they were resting ...i sneaked off with my prop heading towards indoor stadium to claim my belonging...
once outside the NATIONAL STADIUM...could hear their main bigger idiot TRAINER giving bo liao pep talk...and yes..."I SAW TEARS IN UR EYES...AND THEY WERE TEARS OF JOY NOR SORROW"....was heard again from that lame dunno what bo liao chiak liao bee general....
should have stayed...and given him a real TEARS OF JOY...with anaconda in his blackhole!
wearily i walked to indoor stadium, finally reaching up after the ascending steep flights of stairs.....and there were families behind me..and commented how good my light changing performance was...and that was already worth...all my pain, suffering, sweat and blood...cos the prop cut me bad in my arms....all scarred u know...:(
that already made my night liao!...it wasn't wasted effort after all...it was well worth it....and if i hadn't revealed myself as a non soka member...maybe i could have gone all the way to the grand finale D DAY...
and so be it....
i left my prop with those in charge of the logistic and returned them my costume...but this bloody bunch told me to wash my sweaty costume and return to H Q AT TAMPINES later....
ok lor...i will fuck care them..and keep the costume instead as souvenir....and act as the PURPLE POWER RANGER FOR MY young nieces and nephews...haaahaa...purple power ranger uncle leetahsar....what a hack me going to be....!...haahaa...
and that conclude my ordeal and encounter with NDP...THE SOKA...THE NO BIG NO SMALL "buddhist" brats....and the bo liaoness of idiots who were placed to lead....and many blurcocks there...haahaa...er...me also one of the biggest blurcock...;9)
GOD BLESS THEM!...hope the whole thing for NDP will turn out better with the absence of SINGAPORE GOONIEST UNCLE...LEETAHSAR!!
over and out!

part 3... SAD DAY FOR ME - I QUIT NDP!

soon it was about our turn to performance. the whole bunch of 1200 men in obiang purple suit had to run all the way in the scorching carrying the stupid lame 3.5kg prop all the way from the INDOOR STADIUM to the NATIONAL STADIUM....
shiong man!! those "trainers" kept yelling...RUN FASTER...RUN FASTER!!....and we did just that...sweating like hell!
then what happened?...all jammed up in the tunnel under the audience seats below...so so packed...so so hot...LIKE SUANA!!....and all jammed up with 1200 hot and sweaty men...my god!! the BOs alone could have suffocated and killed me...luckily for the farsighted piggy...me got medicated oil in one pocket and mineral water stuck in my butt...i mean in the back pockets of my shorts which i wore inside the horrible purple pant!
and no wonder everyone was eyeing on my arse..it was extra bigger than usual cos of the 2 bottles of 500ml mineral water..
hah!...now i pulled i up and quenched my thirst...and those fcukers could stare...but no lah...me passed the water around...shared...i dun harbor their hatred for me...i dun harbor ANGER...haahaa...;9)
soon off we went to the opened field to perform it out...and in about 10 minutes...IT WAS OVER...and everyone rushed out....
whew!! cold NEWATER stand by for everyone..and we drank like buffaloes!.
then after a brief rest, was given a helium balloon and back we went into the stadium field for the GRAND FINALE....
Small scaled dsiplay of fireworks...pledge and sang national anthem...more performance from some mediacorpse artistes..and then weird things happened.....
concluding part 4.....cont'd

part 2....

last thursday i picked up a pair of red arm detachable red velcro sleeves... good i thought to myself. i could wear this so that my arms won't be badly scratched by the hopeless prop.
so when the time to practice before the big show, i put that on....
and all those jokers thought those protective sleeves were nifty and practical....but not the lame idiot young leader. this young punk started picking on me the moment he set eyes on me.
infront of everyone, he asked me why i din came to the TAMPINES HQ...and what's that nonsense red sleeves i put on my right arm...and saw my power buddhist thread...and my watch...and even my detaied instruction which i pasted on the back of the prop...
he demanded me to remove everything!...i tried to be funny...and asked him...want to also remove my recycled ck briefs and give that to him or not...haahaa...;9(
so he took everything damn things which i prepared...;9( except the buddhist thread...he dare not touch....there goes my protective red velcro arm sleeve...i was quite pissed liao...but i loon....cos for the sake of today's grand performance..I LOON...TOLERATE...SQUEEZED OWN BALLS...AND LOON!
good!..makan time!..my favorite. wow! today makan damn shiok!
got vegetarian and kentucky fried chicken set...ok...me piggy i had one of each..;9)
after makan, got GALA apple some more...no enough can go again...and my god!...a chicken guzzler there actually ate up 6 boxes of KFC!....
then we rehearsed our move...oh shit!...was absent last thursday cos visiting the terminal nice lau soh who was once my loving customer.....ALL THE PATTERNS AND COLORED LIGHTS SEQUENCE - CHANGED!
MATI LAH!!...just when u beginning to get used to it, they changed everything liao...now i was STRESSED!
to aggravate thing, a bigger bo liao fattie there who thought he was a handsome division leader came to give me a piece of his mind...dunno for what?...
challenged me to quit...and even flashed a ndp ticket and asked to F off to be an audience instead of a performer...but I LOON AGAIN....BUT U KNOW....my temp was slowly raising liao...and the terrible heat was making the situation worst...BUT I LOON!!!.....;9(
and some asshole there noticed my buddhist wrist string...and demanded i removed...i was shocked...why were they so allergice to a piece of harmless string???....cos i not their member or what???
so i told him off...U WANT ME TO REMOVE MY CK RECYCLED BRIEF FOR U???.....then i threaten to strip ...haahaa...they got a shock...haahaa...;9)
and my group of gang asked me where was my power red arm sleeves...i told them confiscated liao....they also looked like this...;9(
cont'd part 3.....

SAD DAY FOR ME - I QUIT NDP!

last sat was NDP FAMILY DAY PERFORMANCE...it was a freaking hot day...HOTTEST ONES i ever encountered!
prior to the peformance time which started at about 5pm, SOKA lame group leader, a boy boy barely 17 yrs old, called me up to go to their HQ at tampnes.
i asked reason cos the actual time was to gather at about 4pm at national stadium. he told me chanting and briefing...but i sensed it was more chanting than bo liao briefing..
going to tampines from queenstown is so much further and inconvenient for me than going directly to NATIONAL STADIUM....and i din see any reason for me to go to their HQ at 1pm just to do 2 hours chanting...me NOT member. meaningless to me to chant their dunno what japanese chanting...
so i fed up!...i called to the chiobu secretary of SOKA - the same one who took my body measurement and some one i ever shoot bak with...and explained my predicament to her...so understanding this lady....me like falling in love with her liao...haahaa....her explanation so soothing to my ears...and i told her about my misery after i exposed myself to the bunch of young ignorant no big no small young brats about their about changed attitude when i revealed i was not a SOKA shit.
she so mindful and understanding...and sorry for my suffering. she agreed with me that if i resigned , it was ok for me...cos no point if i felt so traumatised and unhappy liao to continue...
so i told her...i din like to be quitter...and would love to finished the whole thing up to D DAY...but if those young brats gave me problem that day, i would quit...true enough...insults and humiliations was all i got for that very stressful FAMILY DAY PERFORMANCE....;9(
i arrived at NATIONAL STADIUM after the lame group leader sms me to wait at the EAST WING....a couple of participants were there too...we waited and waited . 4pm...and still the whole 1200 guys hadn't turned up....
we the squatters there began to panic....as soon it was performance time and our props were so problematic...mine couldn't work...must be the batteries flat!
so called that lame young leader idiot...and he told us the bus reaching national stadium liao...and asked me to wait...
got a feeling like being tekan..then he would bring up the matter to humiliate me in infront of the whole lame group...
soon there was an obiang purplish uniformed guy walking towards us. told us to go over to indoor stadium. the whole bunch was there...my god!.....now then they tell us!
so off we went in the heat of the sun...damn far man!!....was sweating like a fountain liao...;9(
there at the indoor stadium, long queue. participants were queueing to have their defective props repaired...so long the queue no joke...WHY GAVE US DEFECTIVE LAME PROPs IN THE FIRST PLACE, huh?..........
to be cont'd......
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110553.19 in reply to 110553.16
Q...u may like to know hor..i quitted liao after yesterday grand performance...
though i wanted to continue but i can't...my social status situation there had changed after i revealed that i was not a SOKA member...I WAS OSTRACISEd...and picked on...damn jialat type...
they told me i cannot wear my buddhist STRING...not beads hor...just a weaved yellow string which a monk tied to my right hand...(my powered AZURITE BEADS had already given away to a dying lau soh....;9(
reason:...my POWER STRING hor can hurt badly some one if he lands on it...like that also can huh?
and then after a tiring night of full dressed sweaty performance it was preaching time...and they said CHANGE ALL PATTERNS...my dog their god!
meaning all these past strenuos practice just gone down the drain...so i beh tahan...packed up my prop and defiantly walked out of the NATIONAL STADIUM to the INDOOR STADIUM where all my personal belonging were kept...
i returned them the prop...and told them IT WAS ASA LA VISTA FOR ME...GOOD LUCK ..AND GOOD BYE...MAKE UP UR MIND ON THE PATTERN FORMATIONS THEN CALL ME...CCB...not that...chow ciao bye!
and now..let's see how this jokers here going to flame me again...
perform wholeheartedly for them...flamed...QUIT now...expecting bigger FLAME FOR ROASTING THIS POOR TIRED AND SCARRED PIGGY....;9(