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Friday, October 14, 2005

Farewell assembly.

Today was the beginning of the end of our journey in Pioneer. To think of it, it felt like only a few days ago that I stepped into PJC. All the laughter, the joy, the quarrels, the insults, the scheming and friendship made it all unforgettable to say the least. If I were to list down all the things that made an impact on me due to being a student in this school, I don't think I'd sleep tonight because there is just too many.

Maybe I'll just describe one event...


THIS ENTRY REPORTS THE EVENTS THAT TOOK PLACE DURING OPERATION PJC FREEDOM THROUGH THE EYES OF KING KOBRA.

(Names have been changed to protect the identities of these heroic individuals from possible authorities of PJC)

START OF ENTRY.

I'll never forget the day when the dawgs and me, Y - UNIT, intiated our OPERATION PJC FREEDOM. Nine of us commandos-cum-rebels, infamous for our activities that were either funny or just plain crazy, achieved the impossible: Escape from Pioneer Junior College without alerting BABY K, armed with her supersonic scream which causes individuals to stop at their tracks when activated, and her henchmen GUARDS.

All nine of us. We were known as: KING KOBRA, ORANGE PIMPLE, BLACK MAMBA, ELECTRIC EEL, FLAME FOREST, PIRAHNA, THE OGRE, WHITE SHARK and MALAYSIAN TIGER.

We were trapped in the school and had rot for another 5 hours in school unless we did something. Escape. I remember PIMPLE, the group's medic, led the beginnings of an idea on how to escape the school. Me, being the group's primary combat unit, KOBRA, led a reconnaisance of PJC's territory for possible exits. Fortunately, PIMPLE saw a fellow prisoner of PJC, known only by our team through her code name ROOM SERVICE, climbed over a weakness in the school's seemingly impenatrable fences. Seeing this, we rushed back to Y-UNIT's HQ to give a report on the findings of the search.

Reaching the HQ, we were dismayed to see the Y - UNIT on the verge of losing hope. All seven of them were sprawled on the table, drifting to obilivion in mere seconds. I immeadiately shouted the words, "Fuckers! We have an escape route!". Magically all the seven members of Y - UNIT were recharged and ready to roll. Armed with communicating devices, they would serve an essential purpose in warning the team and giving further instructions. With a quick explanation by PIMPLE and me, using the HQ's map of PJC whick was cleverly disguised as an innocent looking white board, the Y - UNIT were ready to begin the escape.

The first to escape over the barrier was KOBRA, me as I had to scale the barrier and scout the area for possible guards. PIMPLE and THE OGRE were with me as we entered and slid down the dangerous trenches before facing the barrier. During this time, the rest of the Y - UNIT had to prepare themselves for the arduous task of the operation. Essentially, they were ordered to stay in HQ so as to attract as little attention as possible. PIMPLE was almost over the barrier when suddenly, one of BABY K's henchmen, the GUARDS, were spotted patrolling the perimeter of the barrier. PIMPLE had to abort the attempt and revert to camoflage mode until the threat was scarce. I had to dash for the adjacent structure to hide myself. Moments passed and it was all clear. Using our communication devices, we contacted Y - UNIT's leader, BLACK MAMBA, to give the signal to move.

Time for the rest of the Y - UNIT to advance.

PIMPLE was out of the barrier, leaving only THE ORGE to scale among us three. However, due to his immense weight, it was decided that he waited till the rest of the team arrived to help him scale the barrier, much to his dislike. Out of nowhere, PIRAHNA came sliding down the trench, joining THE ORGE. He too waited at the trench, labled Nav Point T, to await the team's approach. It was not long before the rest of Y - UNIT came to the Nav Point. Using great stealth they navigated along the trenches with such skill that they were not detected by any GUARDS. Supplies were passed to me to transport them to the Mission Objective Complete area. With the supplies, I headed off and waited for the team's arrival.

First to escape in that group was the ELECTRIC EEL. Going over the barrier, he discharged his electrical waves to detect the surroundings. Lookin left and right, he was assured. The next few individuals to escape was not known as the procedure went smoothly and at break neck speed, truly showing the skills of Y - UNIT. This of course was after the barely successful attempt of lifting THE ORGE over the barrier. The operation would have been a flawless attempt were it not for injuries sustained by WHITE SHARK in the process of escape. With all of Y - UNIT down and out, we initiated the next plan of the mission.

We ran. To freedom. Mission Accomplished.

END OF ENTRY
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I will never forget that day. I will never forget how this event proves to show the loyalty and courage that me and my brothers had. Yes. I call them brothers because thats what they are.

Thats what they will always be.

All the best for A levels guys and to the class as well. Love you all.

Crew of 04a04/06| 10:17 PM

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