When I thought 0615 was early, for the past two days we've been booking in at 0545.
I'll meet up with you guys soon and yes, I'm counting down. 4 more days to end of ICT. Thurs, Fri, Mon, Tues.
OMG I can't wait.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Pause
I know that since I entered army this blog has sort of been on pause. So has my life. I've been bitching and complaining like there's no tomorrow. I'm so sorry that I've to put my friends through all my nonsense and the fact that I find it hard to make time for anything else because of the crazy schedule.
When I thought 0615 was early, for the past two days we've been booking in at 0545.
I'll meet up with you guys soon and yes, I'm counting down. 4 more days to end of ICT. Thurs, Fri, Mon, Tues.
OMG I can't wait.
When I thought 0615 was early, for the past two days we've been booking in at 0545.
I'll meet up with you guys soon and yes, I'm counting down. 4 more days to end of ICT. Thurs, Fri, Mon, Tues.
OMG I can't wait.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Say It
1. Please do not act like you are a big deal when you can't pronounce "mandatory" and "consume".
2. Monday Book-In timing is 0615. Everybody say the three magic words with me. WHAT THE
2. Monday Book-In timing is 0615. Everybody say the three magic words with me. WHAT THE
Thursday, July 09, 2009
RESPECT
In my head there was only one line repeating itself over and over.
"I hate fucking waiting," said Britney Spears when the fireworks wouldn't come on while she was filming the video for Circus.
The queue was long. The woman was slow. She was fucking slow. And I wasn't too fast my self. I picked out my size 8.5 Brooks and looked at other stuff and before I knew it there was an entire platoon in queue. And at the end of line was my two friends and I.
We stood there in stoned silence, knowing it would probably be 1140 when it was our turn reach the cashier and we would not get to eat the lengendary Honeydew Sago at the canteen beside this godforsaken E-Mart.
When you're in camp you start thinking of the simplest pleasures in life.
So anyway, as I was saying before bordering on the philosphical, we were there, fucking waiting, in resentful silence. My friend suggested that we took turns going for the canteen break. I turned him down, thinking it would be kind of sad to eat alone, leave a friend behind the queue, or be the one waiting in the queue.
Then, our sergeant came over. He took out his notebook.
"Eh, give me your 11B and your birthdate, I'll help you guys queue. Then you can all go canteen."
His words were greeted with a moment of silence, but not of the stoned kind. More of the bewildered and well, small fireworks of happiness bursting at the thought of enjoying ice-cold Honeydew Sago, yet apprehensive of letting our sergeant queue for us.
We declined, of course.
"By the time you guys finish queueing you'll have to board the tonner and go back to camp. So are you sure you don't want to go? DI can see it in your eyes. You all want to go."
With that we were more determined than ever to queue by ourselves. He went off to the cashier's counter and grabbed a basket, and thrust it to my friend and asked him to put his stuff in it.
And with that he demanded that we return from the canteen in 20 minutes.
It's not that difficult for a commander to earn the trust and respect of his men.
"I hate fucking waiting," said Britney Spears when the fireworks wouldn't come on while she was filming the video for Circus.
The queue was long. The woman was slow. She was fucking slow. And I wasn't too fast my self. I picked out my size 8.5 Brooks and looked at other stuff and before I knew it there was an entire platoon in queue. And at the end of line was my two friends and I.
We stood there in stoned silence, knowing it would probably be 1140 when it was our turn reach the cashier and we would not get to eat the lengendary Honeydew Sago at the canteen beside this godforsaken E-Mart.
When you're in camp you start thinking of the simplest pleasures in life.
So anyway, as I was saying before bordering on the philosphical, we were there, fucking waiting, in resentful silence. My friend suggested that we took turns going for the canteen break. I turned him down, thinking it would be kind of sad to eat alone, leave a friend behind the queue, or be the one waiting in the queue.
Then, our sergeant came over. He took out his notebook.
"Eh, give me your 11B and your birthdate, I'll help you guys queue. Then you can all go canteen."
His words were greeted with a moment of silence, but not of the stoned kind. More of the bewildered and well, small fireworks of happiness bursting at the thought of enjoying ice-cold Honeydew Sago, yet apprehensive of letting our sergeant queue for us.
We declined, of course.
"By the time you guys finish queueing you'll have to board the tonner and go back to camp. So are you sure you don't want to go? DI can see it in your eyes. You all want to go."
With that we were more determined than ever to queue by ourselves. He went off to the cashier's counter and grabbed a basket, and thrust it to my friend and asked him to put his stuff in it.
And with that he demanded that we return from the canteen in 20 minutes.
It's not that difficult for a commander to earn the trust and respect of his men.
Sunday, July 05, 2009
Babbling Idiot
A week has passed but I haven't been blogging. I'm going through that cycle. At this point I'm struggling to find inspiration. There's just no passion, no excitement. It's a temporary low point, a time for me to figure myself out. What I'm seeking and what I want. I don't want to waste my time chasing after things I don't want. I want to minimise my regrets.
It's like being in a cocoon, moving on to the next stage. I ask myself, "What was I thinking?". As Madonna said, this is one of the questions we ask ourselves when we become self-aware. I want to step forward with confidence, knowing that the past is the cushion behind me and the future is in my grasp. Growing up is hard. It's all about making mistakes and figuring stuff out. Then again, the whole of life is as such. I wish I was more sure though.
I've met with quite a few friends this week, each with their story to tell. They inspire me and for that I'm grateful. I've wondered though, why I just am not used to mingling with people in a big group. I like intimate, engaging conversations. The kind that happens more often than not with only a couple of people at a time. I do miss those noisy, boisterous huge group outings... But I guess it's not really my thing.
If I spend so much time earning money, I think it's time I use it wisely.
It's like being in a cocoon, moving on to the next stage. I ask myself, "What was I thinking?". As Madonna said, this is one of the questions we ask ourselves when we become self-aware. I want to step forward with confidence, knowing that the past is the cushion behind me and the future is in my grasp. Growing up is hard. It's all about making mistakes and figuring stuff out. Then again, the whole of life is as such. I wish I was more sure though.
I've met with quite a few friends this week, each with their story to tell. They inspire me and for that I'm grateful. I've wondered though, why I just am not used to mingling with people in a big group. I like intimate, engaging conversations. The kind that happens more often than not with only a couple of people at a time. I do miss those noisy, boisterous huge group outings... But I guess it's not really my thing.
If I spend so much time earning money, I think it's time I use it wisely.
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