Chrissy is a Sheepy.
Say hi to Mr AWOL. Greetings. I figured since that army is a complete waste of time, i should just crawl out of the gate and scramble back home to my computer and blog, which i might say, is a really good use of time. I mean, what can be more important then blogging every single day about my really really interesting roller coaster life which everyone gives a damn about? Ha.
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Bookout. The 'entitlement' of every soldier. The one word which will make us move faster. The one word which will disassociate us to the colour green. The one word which will turn us back to our normal selves. Trust me. We are totally different people in the army. You would NEVER want to see us in 'army-mode'. We speak a different language.
And its nice to have a bookout. One which is looked forward to at the end of a week of sweat-for-absolutely-nothing training. Like you book-in on lets say
monday sunday, and train and bleed and train and bleed and train and bleed and finally bookout, and you feel so on top of the world, so lifted of an invisible burden you accumulated through all the training and bleeding, and you think you're finally 'King of the World'! (its an ivan thing)
But to have one thrown at your face is another thing. One which was not meant to take place, but so happen there was nothing on so they simply let us bookout.
They are killing the value of bookout. It is wrong.
Bookout, although an entitlement, should be instilled in us as a priviledge. This way, at least we have something to look forward to in the week. Something that would keep us going when mother morale abandons us.
With all the book outs thrown to us within a week, the week is simply.. mundane. Predictable. And before you know it, the 'real' weekend bookout becomes another training timeout. The thrill is killed. The true meaning of bookout destroyed.
I know all the ASLC people would want to strangle me right now for not appreciating the welfare i get. Dont get me wrong, i did say that bookouts are nice. But really, what can you do on a weeknight in 3 hours? Besides eating again after dinner at the cookhouse? Play LAN? Waste of money. Walk around the whole of yishun? Done that. Stay in camp sleep better.
And the bookouts (during weekdays, its knowned as nights off) come suddenly when you least expect it. If they told you about a bookout long before and you have time to plan what to do and where to go, then i've nothing to complain about. Its like tying a string around your neck and kicking you outta the camp, and youre left to wander around outside camp all lost and confused and when the time's up, they reel you back into camp.
For those who dont get nights off at all, dont worry one bit. Its really no big deal. Unless its more than 3 hours nights off.
And finally, if you think im getting a hell lotta bookouts, you are truely mistaken..
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Christina who's back from aussie for 2 weeks taught me a form of australian aboriginal tribal dance. It has something to do with some gun and sheep baa baa thingy. Whoever wants to learn can go ask her.
Dun forget to call her 'baabaa-chrissy' before asking her to teach you the dance, btw.
Ok it's rather unlike me to not deliver a post weekly, so here goes.
POSTOk not funny. (insert creepy witchy MJ laugh here)
Crimp. Attach. Light. Run. Boom-baboom.
My sad vocation. The engineers.
We are the engineers of the Singapore Army.
We are a force to reckon with (HAHA).
We do the things you cannot do without (HAHAHA).
We blow up obstacles for the fighting people.
We transport the fighting people over waters.
We dig trenches for the fighting people to hide in.
We poke the ground for mines.
We wear tellytubby suits when there are bomb threats.
We wear masks when the air is smelly.
We are in denial.
We think we are the best.
We are constantly in a world of our own.
And we think that by earning less allowance we are special.
Erm.. Yah. With our lives.
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Ok ignore the above. I should not be sarcastic of where i am now since im in it anyway. I just have accept the fact that im in a support vocation with hardly any pride and glory whatsoever. Maybe one day i'll learn that no matter where you are what you do in the army you are still part of one big happy organisation with one specific goal. That what you do whether diving out of a plane or sitting behind a desk both contributes to the defense of our beloved country. Etc etc.
Enough cliche stuff. Why am i at home blogging now? Well. I AWOL. Looks like im going to jail.
Im sure there is someone really
wise enough to believe that.
No link whatsoever.
Ok erm im booking in on saturday to book out on sunday to book in on monday. Quite dumb right.
Its becos im doing live demolitions on sunday.
I might come home with one hand gone (TOUCH WOOD).
Btw, if anyone think im enjoying life, then you are really mistaken. Im being whacked outside in and inside out. Just that after the whacking they pamper us. Just to whack us again. Its like feeding a chicken till its really really fatass then FRY the damn chicken for supper. ahahaha
mmmmm fried chicken.
ok that was so act cute.
bye my dad is buggin me to eat satay.
I'm bloggin on a saturday morning!
Firstly, i want to brag that though i have no 3 days off, i get to book out on fridays and book in on mondays! And my camp is just a 35min bus ride away from home! Ha. And my handphone reception is excellent! Erm im not rubbin it on anyone in particular. :D
I still cant accept the fact that im a..
im a..
a..
combat engineer.
Its just doesnt feel right. Just like the time i was posted to CJC. Weird vibes all around. The feeling of being out of place, like you should be somewhere else. I told my sispec platoon commander i strongly wanted ASLC. But i ended up in the school of 'saigang' warriors. Demolitions, mining, bridging, stuff like that. I thought i could just grab a rifle and go 'cheong suah' but now i have to use brain. My brain has already deteriorated and now they want me to use brain.
When i got into camp the first day, i had a culture shock. TOO SLACK ALREADY (but if youre in sispec delta company then you'll think its normal). Our first instruction was to unpack, then go and BATHE (I laughed for a while before realising they werent joking). Then there were many area cleaning and area standbys, which was extremely normal to me being from sispec charlie coy (the delta pple were complaining as usual). Then lectures all the way till 4 o'clock. Then guess what they let us do. Are you ready for it? HH and ivan, please dont cry. They let us play SOCCER. YES SOCCER. S-O-C-C-E-R. As in kick-a-ball-with-our-legs-into-the-goal soccer. How can i get used to this welfare you tell me.
The following days were just lectures and lectures till we were lectured to death. As usual the occational Zee-monster started infecting everyone till they whole course were drawn into a newfound sport of synchronised head twirling and saliva dripping. Should have brought pillows..
We watched the previous batch of combat engineers graduate as part of the training schedule. And what i was pleased with was that there were NO PARADES. They just sat in the hall and received their certs and awards whatsoever.
After the graduation, of course they needed people to help in clearing the place, cleaning, etc. So we were told to gather to do 'saigang'. We were reluctant before they told us that all we had to do was HELP FINISH UP THE LEFTOVER FOOD IN THE COOKHOUSE for the graduates. The faster we finish doing that, the faster we could GO TO THE SPECIALIST'S MESS. ahahaha
So this whole week, all i did was lectures, area cleaning, 'saigang' and go specialists mess for fries, twisties and coke. Now i have sore throat.
But that was only week zero. Week one starts next week. Still, i somehow rather be in ASLC.
