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19 April 1997

This one's good. 5 HAVOKers actually went to LIDO on Thursday, not for the usual MacDonald's dinner. We had an impromptu impulse to break into the cinema for a free movie. And that's what we did!

Entering by the secret emergency passage from the LIDO floor, we went all the way to the HAVOK corridor. Surprisingly, all the doors that we had to take were unlocked! Then, Dean volunteered to take a peek into the theatre. A movie was finally showing after our months of waiting!

One by one, we managed to sneak into the darkened theatre through the emergency exit. Just as we had taken our seats, a rough unfamiliar voice came from the back of the cinema. "Excuse me! Excuse me! Can I know where you all come from?" For fear of losing our heads, we sat still and lied loudly, "We came in late!" Thank you dean for your quick response.

Basket! The movie was damn boring! Then we saw that an usher was VAGUELY walking towards our direction. Dean's quick thinking(or over-sensitivity) made us make a rush for the reassuring door. But when we gathered in the carpark, Kevin was missing! Could he, the stump, have been rooted to the ground during the movie? What if he was caught?

We found out that Kevin was idiotic enough to take a different exit from us, and he ended up home safe. Otherwise, all of us would have been guilty of causing a HAVOKer's first criminal record!

17 April 1997

Wanna know of an ah terh's strange encounters? Where else but on the HAVOK Online! This is really bizzare, but if you can find anyone who is more unlucky than this terh, he has got to be the grandfather of Mr Bean.

Last Wednesday while eating some ice kachang(cheng teng to be exact) at Ghim Moh, Jason was talking rubbish as usual. A white slump of slob suddenly appeared on his right forearm. "Weird!? Who's eating bo bo cha cha?" he thought. Just then, the awful reality struck him like a brick wrapped in a lemon slice. It's....it's....it's....

BIRD SHIT, again!

Alamak! Where got people so suay one? Kena birdshit all of a sudden for no rhyme or reason? The viscous white fluid seemed to have a life of its own, laughing loudly at Jason, exuding its disgusting warmth onto his forearm. "Eeee! Feels like warm toothpaste!" remarked Jason. All the HAVOKers immediate evacuated the scene, abandoning their half-eaten deserts for fear of more aerial bombardments. The hawkers in the surrounding tables were utterly shocked at this unexpected event, not knowing what could happen next.

"I need tissue!" Jason demanded coolly. He carefully wiped that mess off his forearm, then thrusted the soiled tissue threateningly at the others. A kind-hearted hawker offered him a hose to clean himself, then jokingly said, "Wah! Record down the number of this table and ask your father to buy 4D. Sure win one!" Jason smiled weakly. Even at a time like this, people could still joke! But nonetheless, it was just another horrendous chapter in the history of HAVOK.

Just a bit of history on Jason's unlucky encounter. This was not the first time that this has happened to him. Just last year (1996), a similar occurrence happened in the school canteen. He was talking to Set-Set John at that time, then....biak! So much for bad luck. I wonder when the birds will score a hat-trick...