The LAW-man Cometh
Ok i wanted to write an entry of this week but i think it's too late already....
Never mind loyal readers you shall be treated to my diatribe soon...
Sunday, February 20, 2005
Sunday, February 13, 2005
Army daze
Hello all, the reports of my death have been highly exaggerated. In the 3 weeks since I blogged, i survived field camp and chinese new year.
Field camp, think ubin hike, minus the people, tracks, and multiply the size of the insects by 3. Highlights include almost dying whille digging the shell scrape, finding a very long and large centipede just as I was about to settle into my shellscrape which chin siang caught to keep as a "pet", getting IA all the time during movement drills, combat rations and tons of biscuits, having a thunderflash thrown in front of my face, breakfalling into a thorny bush, enduring 30 mins of torture doing stand two, defacting a lot of times during the 7 days, the powder baths, prowling and hearing fauzan snore damm loudly, running 1.5 km with ur rifle slamming against your tailbone constantly, wringing my shirt of sweat after the 8 km route march, digging inadequate drainage for our bashas, and sleeping under the stars in reclaimed land.
During the course of my chinese new year break, I realised one of the guys became attached. Congratulations to him and may he cherish her.
Chinese new year, while visiting people claim they don't recognise me due to my lack of hair, feel very old, my niece is already 3 years old. Cousins I meet only once a year suddenly change physical appearance, each have their own lives to lead. Just the same as I felt when I went to my brother's concert after i booked out from field camp, i feel very old. I know I was once one of the them, school going and carefree, now I merely stick out like a sore thumb with my cap, a person caught in between being a carefree student and a responsibility saddled adult.
In any case, the 5 day break has been good, but I really dread booking in. But I'll be fine once I start talking cock with my mates there I guess.
Change is the only constant indeed.
Hello all, the reports of my death have been highly exaggerated. In the 3 weeks since I blogged, i survived field camp and chinese new year.
Field camp, think ubin hike, minus the people, tracks, and multiply the size of the insects by 3. Highlights include almost dying whille digging the shell scrape, finding a very long and large centipede just as I was about to settle into my shellscrape which chin siang caught to keep as a "pet", getting IA all the time during movement drills, combat rations and tons of biscuits, having a thunderflash thrown in front of my face, breakfalling into a thorny bush, enduring 30 mins of torture doing stand two, defacting a lot of times during the 7 days, the powder baths, prowling and hearing fauzan snore damm loudly, running 1.5 km with ur rifle slamming against your tailbone constantly, wringing my shirt of sweat after the 8 km route march, digging inadequate drainage for our bashas, and sleeping under the stars in reclaimed land.
During the course of my chinese new year break, I realised one of the guys became attached. Congratulations to him and may he cherish her.
Chinese new year, while visiting people claim they don't recognise me due to my lack of hair, feel very old, my niece is already 3 years old. Cousins I meet only once a year suddenly change physical appearance, each have their own lives to lead. Just the same as I felt when I went to my brother's concert after i booked out from field camp, i feel very old. I know I was once one of the them, school going and carefree, now I merely stick out like a sore thumb with my cap, a person caught in between being a carefree student and a responsibility saddled adult.
In any case, the 5 day break has been good, but I really dread booking in. But I'll be fine once I start talking cock with my mates there I guess.
Change is the only constant indeed.
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