Offensive Technology

Diploma in Offensive Technology

Modules Taken in First Term:
OT0860 - Explosives
OT0800 - Firearms
OT0812 - Social Stealth
OT0888 - Hacks and Cheats in Real Life
OT0813 - Getting Away With It
OT0857 - Introduction to the Offensive Technology industry

Course Description:
NYP's Diploma in Offensive Technology, located within the new underground campus will equip students with the abilities and skills needed to meet the standards of today's special operation elites and assassins and will give students an insight into a relatively unknown yet important sector of every nation's industry.

OT0806 - Explosives
ICA1: Student demonstrates ability to obliterate and/or completely disable a laptop using explosives
ICA2: Student demonstrates ability to obliterate and/or completely disable a group of students using a set amount of explosives
ICA3: Written Test
ICA4: Student demonstrates ability to obliterate and/or completely disable a rival school using a set type of explosives.

OT0800 - Firearms
ICA1: Student demonstrates ability to Assemble and reassemble a set firearm blind folded within a set amount of time.
ICA2: Student attains 80% accuracy with a M249 Para.
ICA3: Written Test
ICA4: Student demonstrates ability to obliterate and/or complete disable a rival school with only one clip of ammunition

OT0812 - Social Stealth
ICA1: Student demonstrates ability to conceal an explosive for 7 full days
ICA2: Student demonstrates ability to conceal two firearms for 7 full days
ICA3: Written Test
ICA4: Student is able to obliterate and/or complete disable SBM's internet infrastructure without getting caught.

OT0888 - Hacks and Cheats in Real Life
ICA1: Students to give a 5 minute presentation on cheats and hacks in real life and their applications
ICA2: Students is able to make it to a medium of news as a result of usage of cheats and hacks in real life.
ICA3: Written Test
ICA4: Student is thrown into an impossible situation whereby he must use cheats and hacks to escape.

OT0813 - Getting Away With It
ICA1: Student is able to rob a laptop from an accounting student and get away with it
ICA2: Student is able to destroy and/or completely obliterate a lecture theatre and get away with it
ICA3: Written Test
ICA4: Beat up and completely cripple 10 police officers and get away with it.

OT0857 - Introduction to the Offensive Technology Industry
No ICAs, Examinable Module

Conditions for Entry
As long as the student demonstrates knowledge and ability to locate and sign up for the course, he/she will be granted immediate entry. Student must also be able to acquire this flyer.

Everything i say here is true

The time is 5:40 pm, and i'm going to begin observing my surroundings.

There is conversation in the air. Business men sitting everywhere. Of course. This is Raffles City. A lady in yellow approaches the door. Will she walk in..?

No, not today I guess. She decides to move on. I wonder if she wanted to come in. Did the green and white Starbucks™ logo tempt her at all? I wonder where she's rushing to. Has she been in here before? A couple is walking out now. One young man and an elderly lady both Caucasian. Now two ladies, about twenty-ish. I wonder who they are. Perhaps the Caucasians were mother and son, stopping by to enjoy a nice cup of coffee, perhaps they're running late. Ah. Ben Elton's "We Will Rock You" is showing tonight at 8. Maybe they are heading for dinner before they attend the concert. Maybe.. Oh. Two business men just walked out. I think they're headed for home. Its been a long day of work no doubt. I like how they come to Starbucks to unwind after a stressful day.

Hm. A barista is walking out. And a couple comes in with a stroller. There is a couple seated at the table next to me but I believe their relationship is purely professional. I see on their table… a printed presentation, a plan. Pictures of recycling cans. A photo negative. I think she hired him as a photographer. He has a padded bag, proudly labeled in red, "Canon".

I hear a blender. Somebody ordered a Frappucino. I wonder who it was. A man wearing a red sweater blocks my view of the counter. The sweater says '29' and 'Atlantic City' like a jersey. He's seated with a plump lady. I think he's dating her. He seems nervous. She seems bored. He's talking a lot. I pity them both. The date isn't going so well. She's probably regretting saying agreeing to meet him. But then again, could they just be colleagues?

The barista that walked out looks solemn. She's having a conversation with someone in a purple blouse. The purple blouse lady is gesturing a lot. It seems the barista's being scolded. I wonder what she did wrong to deserve this. She looks deserving of sympathy. No one around seems to care.

Its 5:57PM. I'm trying to listen to some conversation but the music is too loud. It sounds exotic, yet, it sounds like bag pipes. Its fading out. I think the track is changing. Too many people are talking at once. I can't single out any one conversation to focus on. The music starts back up.

So many people are using laptops here. A tall Indian man just walked in. I wonder how his day has been. He looks thoughtfully at the cakes and pastries displayed in the shelves. Maybe he's thinking of a loved one, perhaps a simple slice of cake to celebrate some… My phone rings. It interrupts my train of thought. Sigh. My mother calls.

The time is 6:01 pm. Its time to leave.

epic win

here's an awesome snippet from http://swirlsandtwirls.blogspot.com
i think its a poem. i hope she wrote it.. anyway.

In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
the government has decided to allot
each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it
to my ear without saying hello.
In the restaurant I point
at chicken noodle soup. I am
adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night, I call my long
distance lover and proudly say
I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.

When she doesn’t respond, I know
she’s used up all her words
so I slowly whisper I love you,
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.




epicwin.




EDIT: BTW!

Bezner --

[noun]: A master of storytelling

'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Hit me like a train

WHY TELEPORTATION AS A REPLACEMENT FOR PUBLIC TRANSPORT WILL NEVER HAPPEN.

There are a few factors to this. first, we must analyze what makes our current public transport system so effective.

THE CONCEPT AT HAND

we must understand that for a public transport system to be effective, revenue must be gained from its use. therefore,

cost to operate < total fares collected

REALITY CHECK

let us take a look at a real world example. how much does it cost to operate the MRT system in singapore?

lets say $2 million daily.

how much is earned daily?

well, lets assume the average fare to be $1.50; according to wikipedia, the average daily ridership is 1.435 million. that means, $2,150,500 worth of fares are collected daily. thats a $150k profit daily. thats $4.5 million in revenue, monthly.

conclusion. Public Transport Systems, (PTSs) exist when revenue is generated. revenue is generated when ridership is high. ridership is high when capacity is high.

greater capacity = more people = greater income

now, on to the matter at hand.

TELEPORTATION AS A PTS

Teleportation will NOT take off as a PTS as, hypothetically, the running cost of such abstract technology should be at least $100 per trip. that would mean each traveller must pay a fare greater than $100. this makes teleportation a highly unpopular form of travel, as it is impractical to spend $100 a trip commuting daily. this is assuming each teleportation trip has a capacity of one person and luggage.

However, there are two ways to solve the issue at hand.

1. Reducing the operational cost.
2. Increasing the capacity per trip.

1: REDUCING OPERATIONAL COST

considering the breaking down and reassembling of molecular mass to be highly abstract technology, this solution will be difficult to implement and will likely only come with time.

2: INCREASING CAPACITY PER TRIP

this is the more practical solution, but may increase operational costs. however it is important to note that, even for a fare of $10 each, 10 people must be able to commute at once, and only to the same place. the cost to increase capacity to such a scale may not be practical


CONCLUSION

Teleportation as a Public Transportation System will not be successful nor implemented in the near future, unless as a government initiative.

FEEDBACK

if you have any points to argue, just leave a comment and i will try to address it.

MS0802

CHONGGH’s class today. We each did a 90 second intro, and im gonna try and chronicle it. Ready? Go. And I pass it to DONG. pictures coming soon.

DONG

This is Dong, full name Tong Cheng Hao, he’s from guang yang secondary school, and he wanted to do HR management. He is in DMSM because his brother kept bugging him to put DMSM as first choice. He comes from a family of SP grads, so this caused some rift in his family. He wants to be a film director. HE IS NOT GAY. He intends to pursue a degree in Mass Communication in Burdough University.

PRISCILLA

From Coral Secondary School, Priscilla chose this course because she was interested in journalism since young. So at JAE counseling, she was told that she had a good chance of getting in DMSM. Quote: “So I choose this course lor.” She likes journalism because she likes writing.

LYDIA

Previously from Ang Mo Kio Secondary, Lydia has a sore throat. She came to join this course because she likes to write. Also, she is quite fascinated by the media industry. She watches a lot of TV and is very, very interested I the TV and Media industry. However, she had no intention initially to go to a poly. She originally wanted to go to ‘Info-comm’, but her form teacher advised that she go to DMSM, and do something great in the media industry. Her favorite TV programs are dramas, and she believes that local dramas are horrible compared with honkie ones.

EDWYNA

Her name is Edwina, she loves her name very much and can’t understand why people can’t pronounce or spell it. Since young she wanted to take design courses, but later realized she couldn’t draw. Her mother advised she take a business course, and combining this with her love for photography and filming, she decided on DMSM. Since she got rejected, here she is. On a side note, she is shy when delivering a speech to masses.

DIANA

Unlike everyone who shivers when they’re nervous, she laughs. Hahahahahaha. The reason why she joined DMSM is because she is a ‘very literature student’, and she like writing and she hopes to graduate to a journalist for a magazine or a composer. ‘Hahaha. Umm... like. Ha-ha.’ After poly she wants to pursue a degree in mass comm, in a degree and be a ‘broadcaster or something.’ She writes songs, and believes only girls know how to love. Her songs are personal reflections to her own love life. They are like poems.

ANNIE

Annie has red highlights and doesn’t really like this course. She has no idea why she’s here. She believes Mediacorp is horrid and she doesn’t watch much T. She doesn’t do anything, she just exists. She has no hobbies. She believes Singaporeans are boring but the class is quite okay. She looks down on Engineering School. She doesn’t want to join, she wants to create.

LAYLA

She is in DMSM because she has an aim in life. She hopes to be somewhere in the media industry, which she has been wanting for some time. Since young she has been talking a lot and in her previous schools, she has been emceeing, hosting, etc. she wants to be a presenter, and she loves to talk to an audience. She wants to have her own talk show.

MALCOLM

He’s Malcolm, he comes from coral secondary school, and he came to DMSM because he has NO IDEA what he’s going to do. He thinks math, science, and Chinese is shit. He believes he’s better in English than anything, so he believes this English-oriented course will be perfect for him. He loves doing music, and extreme sports. He does motocross. He plays bass, drums, violin, etc. He looks like cloud. HE reads novels. Fiction… Non-fiction is not interesting. He reads encyclopedias.

OSWALD

From Zhonghua Secondary School, he was in Singapore poly last year in engineering. He’s in DMSM because when he was in SP he felt that it was the wrong course for him. So he jumped ship. He likes the media because he feels that the media is very influential, and the media can put emotion into people. At the end of the show, he believes the effect is more powerful than merely entertainment. He believes film is more interesting and he wants to get a degree for the same subject. He wants to be a producer.

ANDY

Andy is in this course because he is notices things and he wants to be a professional journalist. He believes he doesn’t need to study so much in this course and that this course is more practical. He takes time to warm up to strangers.

Right about here, my hands are getting tired so im gonna stop typing now. lol

uberlate

poly life is an awesome break from the autonomous system you jc people are stuck in. i swear this post will make at least half of you regret your choice. samuel, im looking at you. let me tell you how it all goes down.

okay. first off. the time table. lets see. i have a class starting at 1110 on monday, a free period from 1300-1350 and i finish at 1700. oh wait, SOOSL isnt here today. i guess that means my class starts at 1510. so. i only need to be at the poly at like 1445. awesome. looks like i can stay home and CoD4.

lets see. today is wednesday. hm. i have a tutorial at A.322A, thats hm. room number 322A at block A. it starts at 0900. and i get off at 1255. awesome. of course. being the geek that i am, im already here at like 0700, 2 hours early for my lessons. but who cares. free wireless internet campus wide. thats why i'm posting from the MCDONALDS at school. hm should i visit giordano at the shopping arcade in block A after school? i need a new shirt. or maybe get a smoothie at CHEERS.

oh noes. my laptop is low on battery. i guess i'll have to use OUTLET POWER when im IN CLASS later. HA. i wonder who's on MSN NOW. oh did i mention.. I HAVE NO TEXTBOOKS. ha sam, i hope you enjoy carrying those BOULDERS to school EVERY MORNING AT 6AM.

poly life is teh sex. you can't beat it.

omg i screwed up my orientation.

orientation

can't say i hate my class. can't say i like them either. we'll see what happens tomorrow. damn tiring.

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thats me falling asleep on the keyboard

Why I'm Angry Today

http://angryjohnsellers.blogspot.com/

check this out. this guy got frontpaged on blogger. interesting blog by far, its something even a complete stranger would want to read. i think what's interesting is the fact that every post ends with "Why I'm Angry Today" and he tells you why.

http://angryjohnsellers.blogspot.com/



okay anyway, back on my original post reason, a map of a wikipedia run. But first, Stats.

Time Started: 18:08
Time Ended: 18:35
Time Spent: 27 Minutes
Page Started: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dinner
Page Ended: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ambigrams
Pages Visited: 28
Most Boring Page: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barq%27s
Most Interesting Page: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cola_Wars
Inspiration for First Page: Hunger for dinner.

and now, the map.



sorry, blogger doesnt seem to be working for pictures, so just make do with imageshack until i can get blogger's.

I Don't Believe the World anymore.

let me tell you a story.

once upon a time, there were two people. two guys. one was Jack, the other John. One day, Jack decided to walk. John was dragged along with him.

"where are we going?" asked john.

"no idea. wherever we end up i guess." replied jack.

now, john and jack realize they are horribly close to jenny's house, a mutual friend, and before they know it, they are walking along the street opposite her place. jack continues to follow only his legs. suddenly, jenny dashes out of nowhere and dashes right past jack and john, completely not noticing them.



jack and john, completely taken by suprise, stop and stare at jenny as she dashes past, in a successful attempt to board a fleeting bus.

still completely shocked, jack and john slowly make their way back home. all the while debating whether or not the person they had seen was indeed jenny.



whether or not they had indeed seen her, i guess no one will ever know.


NB: This is a true story.


MORAL: everything has a purpose. it is purpose that defines us, purpose that binds us. it is purpose that drives us. purpose. jack acted on instinct. everything has a purpose.

statistics

i have an awesome counter. i have visitors from all over the world.

in order of popularity, i have

singapore, USA, Australia, Germany, Hungary, Netherlands, Poland, Portugal, and Slovenia. then theres this place i can't pronounce, Ljubljana. pronounce that. ha.

anyway, whats really awesome is this. some of my IPs have a link. that brings me to an image like this:



and i can zoom it and everything. i even have a hit from beverly hills. people from all over the world have graced my website....



...hello, you're reading my blog. i wonder who you are.

xkcd 4

illusions

I look forward to the day, whereby when i tell someone: "i'm from the internet.", instead of laughing, he'll ask: "really? which part?"

anyway. wanna see an optical illusion?

1. hold your keyboard up straight infront of you.
2. look at your home row (the keys "asdfghjkl;")
3. cross your eyes a little so the 'g' and the 'h' overlap.
4. without looking away, slowly raise the keyboard over your head.

behold.

if it doesnt work, either your keyboard is too new, or you're a neat freak.

xkcd 3

improvisation

EDIT: omg, i just improvised a 527 word narrative in 40 minutes. still no title. enjoy:

TITLE HERE

Nothing is the same anymore.

She walks down the alley, barely making a straight line.

Nothing will ever be the same anymore.

She walks down the alley alone. She can still feel him next to her. Their hands interlaced as they walk down the alley together. Just as they had done just that morning.

The surgeon's words echo clearly in her head. There was no chance for him. How could there be? Dead on arrival.

She fumbles for her keys. She'd never stepped into the house alone before. It was always he who would open the door. He would hold it open. She finds the key.

The blade jams. Its the wrong key. She tries another. A tear streams down her cheek. How can she not know which key opens the door?

The blade jams. Another tear streams down her cheek. She slumps down and sits on the floor, back to the door. She laughs. He looks down at her and pulls her up.

"C'mon, quit playing. Get up."

"Okay, okay. Let's go"

Its 9am again and they walk down the alleyway.

"Oh wait. I forgot my wallet, here take his leash"

"Haha. Okay, here let me get that."

He unlocks the door and swings it open.

"Alright lets go. We've wasted enough time,"

"We? You're the one wasting time here, haha"

"Oh, you."

They walk aimlessly. Like they do every morning. Going wherever the dog brings them. This morning is different.

She wipes off her tears and pulls herself up. She tries the last key. The tumbler clunks as the blade goes in. She turns the bow and the door unlocks. She opens the door. She drops her bag and her keys on the floor, leaving the door to slam shut in the wind. She clambers to the toilet and puts on the hot water. Too overwhelmed to take off her clothes, she steps in and lets the hot water beat down upon her back, drenching her. She squats down and stares at the floor. The leash runs out of her hand.

"Hey come back!"

"I'll go get him" he says.

"You know what, just leave him, he'll come back."

"Naw. I dont want him messing up anyone's day, i'll be right back."

"Haha, okay."

She turns the handle. The hot water hits like a ton of bricks. The sound is deafening.

Its so loud. People are screaming. Where is he? She stands. What was that noise? It was like a ton of bricks. She can't see from where she is. She walks forward. She sees a Ford Explorer. Its fender dented. Its front bumper smeared with blood. The driver steps down, alcohol in his hand, and passes out. She moves closer, her heart sinking lower with every step. She sees them.

She looks at the floor. The pattern on the wet tiles. She sees the tarmac. She sees the dog. She sees him. She sees blood. She weeps.

The hot water comes down heavier as she starts crying.

The situation sets in fully.

What do i do now? What happens next? So many questions to be asked. Yet, no one can answer her.

She screams.