Monday, May 31, 2004
I'm about to leave for a 1st Commando Battalion OUTING at East Coast Park later. How lame is that? I can just imagine 1500 hunky half-naked guys running around playing lame beach games. (i know some of you would be quite turned on by this) Aragh, cant they let us enjoy our holiday in peace?
On the bright side, i shall receive my Commando vocation today. Though i think i know what its gonna be, its still pretty exciting!
he rocked the party at 7:17 PM |
Doncha agree that blogs are wonderful for knowing what's going on in dear friends' lives? I can spend up to a blissful hour every weekend just reading post after post of experiences, emotions, shameless boasting, bitching, or just the simple crazy un-understandable shout (right lem? ahahaha)
And its also a sad reminder that i have no life: -sigh- Yes, all you people gorging yourselves at fullerton hotel, splurging from far east till city link, enjoying candlelight dinners on top of the city, remember that somewhere in Changi Point (and Tekong, and Jurong, and Pasir Lebar..) people are suffering, training so that you can enjoy such lovely experiences! -wistful- But it also reminds us: that someday, someday, we shalt emerge triumphant from the cesspool, and we shalt savour these simple (and expensive) pleasures, and drink deeply from life's cup! (slurp)
Oh yes, and not to mention, blogging helps us to remember that there's a world out there which actually speaks proper English. I will NOT let that lovely language be ruined by 2.5 years of ah beng sergeants!
he rocked the party at 6:20 PM |
Saturday, May 29, 2004
And a big lovable huggilicious muackaroorific belated HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my one and only lady love in my life Chien Ling. -muack- Its been almost nine months spent together with this lovely princess, and they have been absolutely pure bliss for me. Yes, we've had our ups and downs, but we've proved the rest wrong and like the song goes, "we're still together, still going strong.."
So let's all raise a toast to the most wonderful lady in the world, my one and only Chien Ling!
he rocked the party at 6:59 AM |
Monday, May 24, 2004
Invaluable Lesson #1: When sick or injured, always consult an external physician before reporting sick to the MO. You may get 5 days MC! Muhahahaha!
Anita from my dad's clinic took a look at my ankle last saturday and gave me 5 days MC. Didnt think much of it, because i still had to report back to camp to endorse my MC. Who would have guessed that the MO (medical officer) at the medical centre, after scrutinizing my ankle and MC, gave me 3 days Excuse RMJ and 5 days of endorsed MC! Hahaha! Which means technically, i dont have to report back to camp till thurday night.
Which is mightily tempting really. After all the shit i've been taking for the past two weeks, i deserve a break.
But knowing yours truly, guilt pangs have hit and i've decided to return back to camp tonight after a good day's rest. (To the shock of girlfriend and parents: "siao ah you! Got 5 days MC still dont want to take.. people would kill to get that!")
Had a great day yesterday sleeping in AIR-CON (muhahah), watching Metro, Friends, The World Is Not Enough and Jurassic Park (muhahaha) and practising for my SAT II (huh? Siao ah you..). My ankle seems more or less okay (i hope), except for a small pain on the right lateral (or whatever the heck you call it), and i really dont want to miss cliff rapelling this week, which sounds really exciting!
Ah well, i guess i'm born to be enthusiastic. I like to tell myself its a winning formula for success.
*disbelieving stares from my girlfriend*
he rocked the party at 5:56 PM |
Sunday, May 23, 2004
Exercise All Out was... well, all out. Imagine 5 days of little sleep (and i mean little sleep: about six hours for the whole week!), heavy groan-inducing field packs, trudging through endless dusty roads, bashing blindly into the vegetation with branches, thorns, roots smashing into you from face to foot, sneakily creeping around our objectives to "see without being seen", charging head on with rifles blasting when we WERE seen, and of course, forcing down our delicious (choke) combat rations.
An experience indeed!
Lessons learnt:
1)it is no fun getting lost and reaching our end point at 6.30am.
2)the more you eat, the lighter your field pack gets. (alternatively, you could sneakily throw your biscuits away into the bushes. but do remember to keep the wrapper)
3)Never, NEVER attempt to bash through the vegetation at night. (now you know why we reached our endpoint at 6.30am)
4)When spotted by the enemy, (and you know he can only fire blanks) RUN as fast as you can, ignoring any shot whatsoever fired.
5)There's more than one way to conduct a reconnaicence mission. How about dressing up as the enemy? Or better still, pretending to be from sispec? Innovative solutions indeed!
6)When attacking an enemy hq site, the most garang way would be to enter with a bang: machine guns firing, smoke screen at the gate..
7)Plans are never 100% foolproof. Sometimes, a whole day of planning can be thrown right out of the window.
8)Vehicles are not only dangerous, but are a huge waste of time when you have to avoid them. Irritating. Imagine having to duck inside the vegetation for 1.5 hours waiting for it to drive off! Did i mention they were dangerous? An attempt to run away from one landed me in a drain and resulted in a sprained ankle. Yes, im a "bai ka" now. Bleargh.
9)Distances seem shorter when you're occupied with looking at the map.
10)Commandos isnt so bad after all. A whole week of shaggness, fatigue, hunger, doesnt seem as bad as any tekan session. I think 2.5 years in Commandos will be very possible to not only survive, but to excel in, if the tekan-ing stops soon.
Oh yes, and a big congratulations of 1st Commando Battalion for attaining the (rightfully ours) Best Combat Unit award this year!
You know, there're alot of bad things about the army, but i guess sometimes i overlook the positive things as well.
he rocked the party at 1:56 AM |
Sunday, May 16, 2004
Here's something every singaporean male can identify with: the feeling of dread which hangs over you like a dark cloud from the moment you wake up on sunday morning. "Oh no, I've got to book in in 8 hours.." Or when you're slurping down a strawberry smoothie (sinfully expensive, because indulgence is the only way you can reward yourself before a week of combat rations) "oh no, only 4 hours left of freedom.."
Its now 7.06pm, which means i have two hours to go before booking in. Technically, the two hours count for nothing since dread dread dread fills them, making them as unenjoyable as booking in itself. Sucks man. Havent felt this low in a long while. Maybe its because i didnt go out with anyone today, save for a (sinfully yummy) lunch at Don with my family. Maybe its because i know next week will suck.
Why will it suck? Because next week, dear reader, is Exercise All Out. The name itself conveys images of no sleep, heavy loads, long distances, and smelly, mosquito-infested, heat rash inducing, foot rot causing, Tekong. Ahhh sucks.
But then again, once this week is over, there's lots to look forward to. Hmmm mmm. Pray for me, dear reader, as i throw myself straight into the throng, discover new levels of shaggness, overcome new obstacles aplenty, wrestle with the best and worst of the human spirit, and most importantly, attempt to force down new flavors of combat rations!
I shall lead, i shall excel, i shall overcome (hey, isnt that a familiar motto? hahah), i shall survive, and i shall be back to blog of my tales! For they call me.. Van Helsing.
*music plays in the background*
wahahaha! im going nuts. Seeya!
he rocked the party at 3:53 AM |
Saturday, May 15, 2004
I still think that if i was Rosalie (or however the heck you spell it) i would still go for Tad instead of her best friend. Yes, i've always liked to support the underdog and yes, he DID love her for 22 years. But he just seems like a whiny uptight little bugger compared to Tad, who's gentlemanly, handsome, rich, famous, and seems sincere enough.
Hmmm, being a Tad isnt a bad goal in life, really. Is that the person every male secretly wants to be? The life of a Hollywood superstar, with hot babes, snazzy cars, and money money money. A yummy thought indeed.
he rocked the party at 9:53 PM |
Friday, May 14, 2004
Hahaha! Check this website out: http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi
There's this program which lets you put any word (like your name) into a slogan. Take a look at these great Lionel slogans:
Four Out Of Five Dentists Recommend Lionel
You Can Really Taste The Lionel!
All You Add Is Lionel
I Want My Lionel
Good Honest Lionel Since 1896.
Lionel Makes Everything Better
Dude, You're Getting A Lionel!
hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee!
he rocked the party at 8:35 PM |
No, no, seriously, school's damn cool. Trooped back to sajc twice last week for college day interviews, and i cant seem to forget that lovely feeling of just standing inside that cosy old college compound. There's this quaint, peaceful, happy feeling once you stroll into the gate, watching carefree students (in that snazzy smart sajc uniform, no less) troop out to live their free lives. Everyone seems friendly, happy and warm. Canteen food stall aunties and uncles exclaim, "wah! you in army now ah!", teachers update you on the college sporting arena and the new council, and juniors (esp the guys) ask about how tough Commandos is. (model answer: Its tough la, but what doesnt kill you, makes you stronger) And who could forget the council room? Ah.. that cosy, messy, cramped, semi-dark, comfy couch-ed, colourful locker-ed, hand-painted walls, council room.
Its really true that my sajc days were my happiest. Which other period of your life could you laugh with close friends, look forward to exciting events everyday, listen to great music, cheer and really mean it, smile and get smiled back at, hug and get hugged, dance and perform, eat and drink (whenever and whatever you like!), study and achieve? Caleb Lee was right: school's the only place where success is guaranteed once you study. And heck, for the first time in my life, waking up everyday isnt a chore because there's always something to look forward to. There's always a spring in your step when you walk from the bus stop to the side gate. Pure euphoria indeed.
As the janet jackson song goes, "you dont know what you got till its gone" Being faced with the tough realities of army: the pessimism, rigidness, vulgarities, harshness, suffering, sometimes you realise that the little things in life are what make up heaven.
For those still studying, cherish your days in school. Because once they're gone, you WILL miss them, although its hard to believe. When i was studying, i kept wanting to graduate and live a great life in the army. Now that im here, i want to go back and study. Hahaha!
-sigh- i miss school.
he rocked the party at 8:01 PM |
