Pre-Monday blues.
Blogging seems like the only thing that'll keep me sane at home when i book out every weekend. The only reason why im here on a sunday morning when im supposed to be churchin is simple. Im sick. But knowin myself i'll probably recover by evening, all good and fighting fit, ready to book in just to fall sick again. Sad life.
I know that the girls are being constantly bored to the bones, having to listen to every cock and bull army stories which inevitably flow out of the guys' mouths uncontrollably. For that i apologise on behalf of all funty guys going through army. But its really not our fault. The trauma that we face are drilled into our saturated minds that any small comment being made regarding the screwed up army will cause an explosive verbal reaction of army talk that will cure insomniacs. Its really really uncontrollable. And i cant expect all girls to bear with us, im just hoping we guys will realise and change, although we have really nothing much to talk about anymore. Sorry girls.
My week was quite traumatizing. I wont go into detail cos i'll be reliving the doom i face, as well as contradict the above paragraph.
To summarise, i went outfield to conduct drll ambushes and patrols. Upon being contacted by 'enemies' we either fire blanks or shout bang bang, which was quite retarded knowing that the enemies were just another report-sick guy in our company and that our rifles fire off rounds that just make loud sounds. And the most retarded of all is shouting bang bang when run out of fake bullets and the sergeant still want us to fire.
And the first night a wildboar invaded out harbouring site. During our most vulnerable moment somemore. My section was happily eating disgusting toothpaste ration when this huge lump of fat with hair approached us grunting his lungs out so we had to scramble away. It was pitchdark so i only realised it was a freakin wildboar when it was 2 metres from me. Imagine my shock. Then it started sniffing and meddling with my fieldpack. Of all 8 fieldpacks it had to touch mine only. Darn. But then, you would think its only a wildboar. That moment was different. It was HUGE. And it sprung out from the darkness 2 metres from you towards you. While you were eating. Just imagine.
I know all of the guys think im just faking my reluctance to proceed to 'greener pastures'. Whatever. Its a 9-month hellhole. And i just went through a 6-week hellhole. I just want peace and happiness. Its becoming too taxing for poor little me.
Maybe its all just a dumb rumour.
Cos i still find it hard to believe. Dun you think so.
The horrors.
After an exhausting Wanderer exercise which ended around midnight, we were made to wait then sleep at 130, then our sadistic officer-commanding sneaked up to our bunks and steal all our maps and saf smartcards, those which were left outside and not locked. Then at 4am all our platoon commanders when up and turn on all our lights. Then told us to stand-by map and smartcards. Those without the items were confined.
Sounds bad enough?
On book-out day (yesterday), during outfield training, there was a stand-by notebook, though we werent told to bring them. Those without notebooks or notebooks without stuff written in them were confined, on book out day itself.
Wanna hear more?
We came back from outfield at 505pm, and our bus to the ferry terminal is 545. So in 40mins, we had to return compass and magazines, return weapons, wash up, change to admin clothing, eat dinner, change to civilian attire, and catch to damn bus (its not exactly a bus, its an army truck which is not exactly called an army truck, im using layman terms here) to the terminal.
Sounds easy, but we are a bunch of40 pple using a toilet and the cookhouse aint exactly 5 metres from us. I ate dinner in 26 seconds.
But still, it's NORMAL.
Qns: Which Wonderful Company in SISPEC is the most Sadistic, Over-regimental, with Late RO and has minimal Admin time?
If you say Charlie, you are WRONG!!!!! Charlie is NOT wonderful.
Hullo all stations this is c/s MJ, long msg over.
And so, the Tee is flying away to the land of boomerangs, vineyards, weird accents and creatures with pouches. We decided that before she leaves, she deserves a surprise dinner. 'Surprise' dinner. Well, she really was surprised. Wondering why we were hiding when we already know she knows about everything.
The true trick to a surprise party: The people plans. The person is hinted of a surprise. The people pretend not to be free. The person pretends to be sad, and continue to keep the date free claiming she have nothing on. The planning goes on. Then when everyone eventually meets up the person must pretend to be surprised. Then the party is a success.
The dumb part is that the person knows they know and the people know she knows and everyone knows the 'surprise' is not a surprise. haha. But still having a surprise, whether genuine or not is somehow appropriate.
Had a long weekend this week. Because i didnt fail SOC, nor missed any tests, nor lose any equipment, nor hang my helmet on the clothesline. A really great feeling, being in my notorious coy.
When you enter the army, whatever nonsense you get or wherever you get send to is seriously all luck. You cannot choose your path. You have to accept what is thrown to you. No point complaining, judging or feel negatively. It's the Army man. If you get a good company, then God bless you. If you get a sadistic one, then God help you. Its all gonna end anyway. Better to think positive then to feel like sheet. To me, i just think about myself getting fitter, both mentally and physically. Anyway, who ones to go to the army and slack? A total waste of 2 years.
I am so NOT looking forward to book-in. Ex. WANDERER waiting for me. I'll hor-lan my way to Holland. And hear the farkawee bird. hahaha. And the new combat rations sucks.
Everyone out there take good care of yourselves. I predict we wont see each other in quite a while.
Out.
erm.
Havent collected my A level cert yet leh. Am i dead?
