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Sunday, April 23, 2006 [[army daze.]]


mm. it's been sometime since i last updated. everytime i book out i'm in no mood to recollect everything and blog it down. but hey since this time i've a day and a half of book out time (courtesy of the generousity of the SAF) i figured i'll blog down random stuff and quotes, statements and thoughts.


"stop moving in the bloody file!"

"ok gentlemen, face front, face front, ATTEN-SHUN! ready position!" EEE-YAH! (adopts martial arts stance)

i hate doing BCCT (basic close combat training) in the hot sun at the parade square at 3pm in the afternoon, cause when we are knocked down the floor cooks your palms.

"Sergeant, when we book out can we look at girls or not?"
"You're born with eyes right?"
"I mean, sergeant, can we look continuously?"
"F**K you understand. Platoon, when you're in No. 4 uniform you know you're not supposed to act indecently in public. that includes holding hands or kissing your girlfriend. so if a girl comes up to you what do you do?"
-blank look from recruits-
"Aiyah, anyway i think girl also won't come to you ugly bunch. they don't call you chao recruits for nothing, you all stink."

"run run run section 3, we're late to fall in!"

i hate it when they officially say we have 1 hour of admin time to do our own things, but the RO (routine orders) take half an hour to be settled, and laundry, preparation for tomorrow's activities eats away everything, and you even have to shower after lights out, and get caught for disobeying the lights out timing.

the sergeants all have different reactiosn when recruits complain or present them with problems. SGT khoo: "how? call police la." SGT hafiz: "your story touches me heart" *touches his heart and puts on fake hurt expression*

stripping my wife, bringing my wife to the toilet, locking up my wife in my cabinet, cleaning my wife.

constantly fighting sleep in lectures at night after a long day.

bloody route marches 2 klick, 4 klick, 6 klick long, in FBO (full battle order), the heaviest shit i ever put on my back in my life.

upcoming field camp *groan*.

i love being in drill squad, hopefully we win the competition and get to perform for the POP.

constantly wondering why my pull ups are deproving in army, we pull everyday until we're shagged, but the number of pull ups i can do are decreasing from 9 to 6, and now to 4. makes no sense man.

getting very tanned. and lean, from the activities jam packed back to back.

nearly failed swimming category test when halfway swimming my platoon mate next to me gave me the finger and smiled underwater. i drank water and nearly couldn't complete my lap.

desperately trying to maintain contact with the real world, sms-ing friends outside BMT. wondering why they take so long to reply, and rejoicing when i get a reply as though someone told me ORD was tomorrow. army somehow makes you appreciate the small things amid your sergeants giving you a good ass-kicking.

thinking, with my spare time, about. you. and you.






<sub>What day is it? And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive
I can't keep up and I can't back down
I've been losing so much time

Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do
Nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you

All of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right
I'm tripping on words
You've got my head spinning
I don't know where to go from here</sub>



`donovan. |2:38 PM|