1st week in SI (signal institute). omg...just like what some netizens and my bunk mates say...it's SLACKMONT CAMP. just imagine a whole ippt training program cancelled just because of some drizzles... -.-
realised that i was posted to trunks comm instead of the initially stated (and interpretted) combat signaller...lucky me. though it is still not as good as those from IS but i guess i should be thankful enough.
the first few days were the hardest to pass...lessons and lessons that made me sleep and sleep. but we are even more lucky as we booked out early this week (thursday) and the same for next week. shiok.
but i volunteered for guard duty at the 31st of december...maybe my friend is right that we got nothing much to lose...with details which i am lazy to elaborate here. so i am gonna be in stagmont for the crossover...
went to a x'mas party at toa payoh at thursday night. almost embarassed myself by going there empty handed (there was supposedly a gift exchange). surprisingly quite a crowd there...heard that some of them are from my friend's singing/dancing classes. saw one girl who gave me a better impression (and kwan yong will start talking about xiao hui if he sees this)...but she's as usual attached (sighs).
ate some drank some and played a little before we had the gift exchange. kind of disorganised but we still manage to get ourselves packing off to catch the last mrt rides.
went to quan yi's house for steamboat yesterday. some small stuff pissed me off from the start...but it's long over now. so we bought some stuff for the steamboat at vivocity before taking cab.
had a short mahjong session (surprised that my luck is still ok) and watched quite an amount of dvds before we started the steamboat proper. quan yi's mum is very generous with the soup's content as she put in dried scallops (those bigger ones) and some ribs.
chun boon and i started to converse more...guess it's good...only thing is that it took us so long. oh ya and that's how i end my x'mas. well.
oh ya. some national service pranks and nice china man animations.
12.20.2009
well the blocked leave burns like fire. tomorrow i have to report to stagmont camp. oh yes i am posted to signals institute. hopefully not as combat signaller.
of course there might be worse postings (e.g. field engineer) but i still dread the feeling of going back to serve. perhaps i have too easily slipped back into civilian life.
didn't do much these few days besides going out with friends for a movie etc.
well everything has a reason but i feel as if i am going through a period of time where i mainly do things i am forced to...so 'small' little happenings can be like a punch to my face- though it has not knocked me down...yet.
there's always a reason behind the situation. and i guess from there i realised it's not compulsory...perhaps not needed at all.
of course there might be worse postings (e.g. field engineer) but i still dread the feeling of going back to serve. perhaps i have too easily slipped back into civilian life.
didn't do much these few days besides going out with friends for a movie etc.
well everything has a reason but i feel as if i am going through a period of time where i mainly do things i am forced to...so 'small' little happenings can be like a punch to my face- though it has not knocked me down...yet.
there's always a reason behind the situation. and i guess from there i realised it's not compulsory...perhaps not needed at all.
12.17.2009
what's 'better' than rotting around in home for your blocked leave?
didn't do much interesting for the week...and yet didn't give myself much time to rest too.
wanted to go gym this monday...but the platoon mate i sms-ed to didn't reply to me at all...tried to ask him through msn just now about the message- but to no avail. perhaps i am taking too much from this incident but i am raising questions about him.
was also waiting for chances of having street soccer with some of my platoon mates yesterday. again the sms i sent got me no response. hm...maybe there might be a problem with my mobile service or my phone. i shall see how it goes (but it doesn't seem to be the case as i tried sending one to my mother's mobile).
went out with darren to town just now. oh gosh that springfield jacket is still tempting me from afar...and i wanna get the onto headphones! all these will make me eat way into my already tight allowance for this month...sighs.
will get my posting tomorrow. starting to get nervous after a call from weijun just now. hopefully i don't get into 1st guards...and command school too? keeping my fingers crossed...
didn't do much interesting for the week...and yet didn't give myself much time to rest too.
wanted to go gym this monday...but the platoon mate i sms-ed to didn't reply to me at all...tried to ask him through msn just now about the message- but to no avail. perhaps i am taking too much from this incident but i am raising questions about him.
was also waiting for chances of having street soccer with some of my platoon mates yesterday. again the sms i sent got me no response. hm...maybe there might be a problem with my mobile service or my phone. i shall see how it goes (but it doesn't seem to be the case as i tried sending one to my mother's mobile).
went out with darren to town just now. oh gosh that springfield jacket is still tempting me from afar...and i wanna get the onto headphones! all these will make me eat way into my already tight allowance for this month...sighs.
will get my posting tomorrow. starting to get nervous after a call from weijun just now. hopefully i don't get into 1st guards...and command school too? keeping my fingers crossed...
12.13.2009
The faces all around me they don’t smile they just crack
Waiting for our ship to come but our ships not coming back
We do have time like pennies in a jar
What are we saving for
What are we saving for
There’s a smell of stale fear that’s reeking from our skins.
The drinking never stops because the drinks absolve our sins
We sit and grow our roots through the floor
But what are we waiting for?
What are we saving for
So give me something to believe
Cause I am living just to breathe
And I need something more
To keep on breathing for
So give me something to believe
Somethings always coming you can hear it in the ground
It swells into the air
With the rising
Rising sound
And never comes but shakes the boards and rattles all the doors
What are we waiting for
What are we saving for
So give me something to believe
Cause I am living just to breath
And I need something more
To keep on breathing for
So give me something to believe
I am hiding from some beast
But the beast was always here
Watching without eyes
Because the beast is just my fear
That I am just nothing
Now its just what I’ve become
What am I waiting for
Its already done
Oh
So give me something to believe
Cause I am living just to breath
And I need something more
To keep on breathing for
So give me something to believe
The Bravery- Believe
12.11.2009
POP loh!
though up till now i still don't feel upbeat with the fact that i have graduated from tekong but either way at least a stage is completed in my ns life.
the last two days before we had the graduation march are...all about slacking...doing administration stuff and clearing/cleaning of our bunks. oh ya. i got prank on the night before the march...got toothpaste around some parts of my body...but i feel lucky as compared to those who got toothpaste on their armpits (only for those who put their arms behind their heads while sleeping) or toothpaste on their slippers. imagine the feeling they got when they stepped onto their slipper full of toothpaste when they just woke up. the other case had the victim's spectacle lenses in toothpaste too.
the march...frankly speaking i don't really feel tired; with the exception of the period while we marched for the 16km to 20km section (mainly due to the rocky and steep terrain). perhaps it's the effect of knowing that we will pass out after this (which i don't feel so) that pushed many of us onward. but of course there's people who fall out because of small little problems (a.k.a. chao geng) and people who are forced to fall out due to heat exhaustion at the 20th km point. feeling sad for them or not, it seems like they will have to re-do it at this coming saturday.
as the parade goes on i finally felt that it really marks the end of my basic military training...no longer a recruit...
very happy that my father came to attend and put on the jockey cap for me. the surprise package was from the appearance of my mother- who couldn't make it at the start. but i am sorry for giving her an elbow strike while i was trying to put my arms over her for the photo shoot. haha.
my legs finally felt the ache when i stood almost all the way during the mrt trip. after alighting i still had to walk back to my home...especially with the field pack full of stuff.
hopefully with this 'long' blocked leave i can catch up with as many people as possible. and perhaps some rest.
though up till now i still don't feel upbeat with the fact that i have graduated from tekong but either way at least a stage is completed in my ns life.
the last two days before we had the graduation march are...all about slacking...doing administration stuff and clearing/cleaning of our bunks. oh ya. i got prank on the night before the march...got toothpaste around some parts of my body...but i feel lucky as compared to those who got toothpaste on their armpits (only for those who put their arms behind their heads while sleeping) or toothpaste on their slippers. imagine the feeling they got when they stepped onto their slipper full of toothpaste when they just woke up. the other case had the victim's spectacle lenses in toothpaste too.
the march...frankly speaking i don't really feel tired; with the exception of the period while we marched for the 16km to 20km section (mainly due to the rocky and steep terrain). perhaps it's the effect of knowing that we will pass out after this (which i don't feel so) that pushed many of us onward. but of course there's people who fall out because of small little problems (a.k.a. chao geng) and people who are forced to fall out due to heat exhaustion at the 20th km point. feeling sad for them or not, it seems like they will have to re-do it at this coming saturday.
as the parade goes on i finally felt that it really marks the end of my basic military training...no longer a recruit...
very happy that my father came to attend and put on the jockey cap for me. the surprise package was from the appearance of my mother- who couldn't make it at the start. but i am sorry for giving her an elbow strike while i was trying to put my arms over her for the photo shoot. haha.
my legs finally felt the ache when i stood almost all the way during the mrt trip. after alighting i still had to walk back to my home...especially with the field pack full of stuff.
hopefully with this 'long' blocked leave i can catch up with as many people as possible. and perhaps some rest.
12.06.2009
gonna pass out next wednesday. but didn't feel as anxious as before. during the week the parade rehearsals and hectic schedules wore me out. and the weekend...i didn't give myself much time to rest too. in fact the weekend is more like a depressing one.
the oc's evening (we renamed it as commander's evening because our oc didn't attend...ironically) was full of fun and laughter. but there was this moment where i agreed with the host that we should be sad that we will be the last batch of recruits who are called yankee...because there will be something like yankee 2 after us...what kind of lame naming is that.
can't even run properly in the park this morning. i guess my mind wasn't set on that.
i guess i am feeling down not because something happened not to my liking...it's more like something (not to my liking) happened even before i try to do something about it.
perhaps things would be different should i have tried.
but i doubt i can do much either...especially when you have nothing to play onto the table. yet i don't wanna say pass that easily.
it is really funny when you keep doing something -even when you know you will hit straight onto the wall. the pain is always so similar...so familiar.
the oc's evening (we renamed it as commander's evening because our oc didn't attend...ironically) was full of fun and laughter. but there was this moment where i agreed with the host that we should be sad that we will be the last batch of recruits who are called yankee...because there will be something like yankee 2 after us...what kind of lame naming is that.
can't even run properly in the park this morning. i guess my mind wasn't set on that.
i guess i am feeling down not because something happened not to my liking...it's more like something (not to my liking) happened even before i try to do something about it.
perhaps things would be different should i have tried.
but i doubt i can do much either...especially when you have nothing to play onto the table. yet i don't wanna say pass that easily.
it is really funny when you keep doing something -even when you know you will hit straight onto the wall. the pain is always so similar...so familiar.
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