on white horses and elitist bastards and squash

the realization that we were elitist bastards came a few days ago when we were sitting in the canteen. joseph, jianwei and myself came to the conclusion that we speak in an acrimonious way concerning ITE people and poly people because of the fact that we are surrounded by people from the upper social strata. it was then that i realised that from my secondary school years, that i have been an elitist bastard. the only person who only became a current elitist bastard is jianwei.

so how did it feel? well, i guess its politically incorrect to say that it felt good but hell it did. an upon writing this, i am struck with the sudden fear that should i wash out and end up selling 4D tickets on the roadside, that i will look up one day, at the man in the posh suit and go"elitist bastards...all of 'em!"

upon learning that Alex was reporting on the same day as me, i was struck with the sudden realization....could this be it??? could i, finally, be in a White Horse Company? the holy grail of army life? there is a high chance that we could end up being in the same company and it would be interesting to see company commanders lick alex's boots, and by association, ours.

the saying goes : if you can't be a white horse, then be in the same area as a white horse.

so what exactly is a white horse. well, conspiracy theorists and friends in army selection reveal that a white horse refers to someone whose parents are prominent members of society. for example, if you're father is a diplomat, minister, or owns some fricking large commercial venture, then u'd pretty much be certain that you would be a white horse.

so what do white horses do? everything. everything's the same as normal army life except that you get a lot less abuse and cut more slack , more tuanging, more siamming, more slacking, all of which is music to our ears. who the hell wants to go dig ditches and shit in a designated shit field when you can have it all the better.*

*the author's claims are ludicrous. please do not believe them, especially if u are a government official.

acjc is a haven of white horses. you turn left, you turn right, everyone''s daddy is rich and working in the civil service in high positions. ok, thats an exaggeration but i could name you at least 4 or 5 white horses that i know of and that is no small number , considering the fact that they dunt all go in at the same time. so you could be lucky and be in the same company as one. dont give up hope. i know i havent.

i discovered the game of squash at Ben's condo yesterday. Ben's condo is tucked in a charming corner somewhere in Toh Tuck. if the alliterative nature of the name isnt enough to charm you then the sprawling (by singaporean standards) vistas and lush greenery would.

we started out by having a 2 hour game of pool in which we had much fun jacking alex. we kept putting jianwei's balls into the pocket when he wasnt looking an we kept replacing his potted balls on the table. blur alex didnt even notice, at least till we started laughing.

so after that, it was time to break my virgin squash cherry. squash is a terrifying game, i can tell you. there are so many instances where you can get hurt. i classify it as a game that is more humcheefying than soccer. if youre opponent hits you with the ball, he gets the point. how spastic is that? you experience pain but salt gets rubbed into the wound even more. so it was that alex's ball struck my arm and left me with a nice blue black haha. there were also a few instances where the returns would whizz apst my head, narrowly missing. scary indeed.

but all in all its a very tactical and fun game. but its still scary, mind you.

i am trying very hard to study but somehow it fails me. i keep thinking of life after the As. i guess my worst enemy is myself. sigh. time to get back to selling those 4D tickets....