Thursday, January 22, 2004 .

ok.
i wanted to write a little summary of the journal i wrote in camp.
but i decided against it.
too draggy la.

my cousin, Calvin is at Bravo company. so he's just next door.
in case anyone is interested to know and still doesnt...im in Charlie.
cousin bought me curry puffs from Old Chang Kee when he booked in on sunday.
and he delivered it to my bunk.
i was like...wow...so nice.

when i ate it...my bunk mates thought i kept the curry puffs since enlistment day (which was 6days ago.)
haha...they were like....ooi that curry puff how old wan?
after they learnt where i got it from, they were like...ooi bo jio!!

haha....Old Chang Kee curry puffs were my little pieces of heaven.
ya. i was happy.

a couple other things make me v happy too.
like seeing friends around.
cos im in sch 1 and everyone else is in sch 2, i hardly get to see anyone.
so it really makes me happy when i bump into them around BMTC.
but most of the time....either one of us are in file, so cant talk.
but it makes me happy anyway.
saw alden, JY, kelvin (and i shoved his head...haha), waifu, kent, ben, ban wee, zhen yuan, andrew, jeremy...and a couple others.

haha...just to echo what Al said....RUBBISH I/C ROCKS!!! kelvin is rubbish ic too.

i hate foot drills. it sucks. im not really good at it. sometimes i go out of step.
but im getting better at it day by day.
everything else about the army is quite ok.
of course....home sickness bugs me. it'll bug everyone.
one thing my cousin told me which helps.
"no matter how much shit you get or how bad you get fucked....just remember that tonight, you get to sleep. and this weekend you get to book out"
the weekend booking out thing may not be true for everyone but what my cousin meant was that despite how bad it is, it'll eventually come to an end. and usually you're in that shit with alot other pple so it's not too bad.

i heard most of the guys are getting knocked down v often.
for the record...i've kena "half left down" only twice in 9days.
the fact that i can even remember how many times i've been pumped says alot.
life in BMT is damn slack as far as my first week is concerned.
but things will change. i firmly believe that.

oh....the first time i wore my boots...i had a pack of silica gel in them.
forgot to take it out of the news boots.
bugged the hell out of me....then during lect, i decided to remove my boot and get the damn thing out.
haha....stupid.

my CSM is an ass.
he said "i've told my sergeants not to use too much wulgarities (i spelt vulgarities with a "w" cos that's how my CSM pronounces it...he's indian), but you must understand that they may use wulgarities when they're angry."
then the moment the said that....he spotted this guy nodding off and he screamed "aye fucking asshole! you dare to sleep when i talk??!?!?"
haha....it was hilarious.

oh...one thing i do when im feeling sleepy in lects is to write song lyrics in my notebook.
it's kinda like singing in my head...keeps me awake.

oh....this is cheesey but i saw one of those SAF posters they have around the compound. and it said "how much would you give to see your loved ones again?"
in my head i was like answering "everything". man.
that's one thing that keeps me going.
in times of bloody war...that line will stick to me man.

i missed a hell lot of pple while i was in camp.
pple that i din think i'd miss.
and of course....i missed my family.

oh...i need to change my blog title. "when the going gets tough....the tough (i dunno)"

anyway...im happy that i can keep up with the physical training.
the SAF belief of gradual training does work.
and like what alden said....it does push you..bit by bit.
you're stretched but at a comfortable rate.

yeah.
i gotta go shower and have dinner.
more stuff later.


screaming infidelity at 7:23 PM
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