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Friday, March 31, 2006 Hi guys im back once again from my chalet in Tekong. I call it a chalet not figuratively but most literally as like i said from my previous post i whole day zho bo lan due to my OOT status. Anyway i met another retarded MO to submit my specialist letter and guess what he did ? He referred me back to SGH for another consultation..what the fuck. But as they're paying for it i'm not complaining.This week was rather slack for most of us. We were supposed to book out on Thursday again but thanks to the stupid rifle presentation that dragged all the way to 10+ we were forced to spend 1 more night at Tekong and book out Friday morning. Of course i was also held back despite playing no part in the presentation or anything at all. But whatever la. I felt rather 'healthy' during my first two weeks there and it's only after my first bookout and the subsequent book in, where i must have gotten too comfortable to mainland life to adjust immediately to the sand and dust pollution in Tekong. On Monday i started to feel an irritable itch in my throat and by WEdnesday i was totally unable to talk without straining myself. Not to mention i sound like a 50 year old man who lost his vocals. Somewhere around Tuesday i developed another fucked up cough which really tekaned me most as my extremely considerate bunk mate insisted on turning on the fan full blast when im right below it -_- which made me cough like hell during the night. At around the same time the flu bug hit me so i was down with cough flu and sore throat. I've also been sleeping alot during the afternoons and early mornings. I realized that it's only when i sleep alone in the afternoons at bunks that i actually dream. 3 weeks and i never had a single dream when i was sleeping together for some reason. I sleep around 10-12 hours a day. Sometimes i wonder if my only job there is to sleep. I also fucking slack around like no business. Mastered the art of sneaking up and sleep when no one's watching. Ya and reading. I'm about to finish reading my first novel in a year, "one flew over the cuckoo's nest" by Ken Kesey. Specially bought that book at Times before i booked in knowing i will have alot spare time. It's a fucking nice book but i recommend anyone to watch the movie first before reading it. Some unfortunate pple were given guard duty this weekend. Luckily for me im exempted for all duties including guard duty so there's no chance in hell i will be getting it. There are really alot of funny people around. You have blur cocks, slackers, sissies, enthusiasts and alot more. Sometimes i really 'pei fu' those garang pple as they're capable of standing up to this kind of life in a way i know i will not be able to. A regimental and disciplined life. I know the fault doesnt lies in the system, it lies in me. Or should i say not that i CAN'T live that kind of life, but i'd much rather not EVEN if i could. For me to do something, i need motivation. I can't find a single shred of motivation there. And can you believe one of my platoon sergeants called me a ginna. That time i was sitting down and he called me and i was too lazy to stand up and reply so i just said 'what', seriously to his credit he took it well and said "WAHHHHHHHHHH..what ah..you dun think you got ginna face..i scared of you ah!" WTF i thought one of the criteria for an official is having proper vision. Waiting to get posted out soon. It cannot come any sooner. Sunday, March 26, 2006 Happier days. What have they done to me ?! 
Thursday, March 23, 2006 Hello nooobs am back from a short 2 week stint in Tekong. This might sound lame but time really passed damn quickly for me for some reason..yes there were days when i wondered 'how the hell am i going to get through this' but sitting in the comfort of your own cosy room and it's easy to reminisce about 09 March 2006 like it were yesterday.Let me start from exactly 2 weeks ago. Got off to army life with a real bad start. The time stated on the letter for the bus to the ferry was like 3.45 pm and i reached Pasir Ris at 3.40+. Couldn't find the damn pick up point. Walked the whole round of white sands in vain. Called BlueEyes and luckily he told me how to take a cab there. You know the drill..when you need a cab most it simply doesnt show up. Waited there for about 15 mins and arrived @ the ferry terminal at 4+. Everyone else had already left. Limpeh was the latest enlistee can. People take the big ferry ship go i take the small private one. Specially arranged somemore. Personally escorted by 2 officers there. Luckily the officers didnt gimme any hard time for being late. Will never forget the sense of resignation as the ferry slipped further and further from the docks. When i arrived i was taken through the usual proceedings la..dunno what ID tag, and those whatever shit..then the welcome ceremony by the dunno who. By the time we got all our bags and first visited our bunk it was already 7+. First day passed rather well. Maybe it was because everyone was too busy settling down, arranging shits to actually think about missing home. Before we slept those who still had hair on them got sent to the barber who ruthlessly eliminated everything on my head :( And amongst the repurcussions include the inability to think logically for the next few days due to sudden shock) Contrary to reports from friends i fell asleep rather quickly on the first night. The next few days was the introduction to the usual shitz la, water parade, how to greet officers, how to make your SBO/Fieldpack, and gradually everyone developed a high tolerance to scoldings and shoutings from officers, now i think even if you curse whole my family 18 generations i also no reaction liao. 1 of the first fucking irritating thing i learned is that wherever we go we have to MARCH. fuck that. It takes a fucking long time everytime to arrange into platoon level and then march. Cheebye. EVeryone starting anyhow march. 50 pple marching got 50 different patterns. All that quickly changed when 1 day after lunch we were made to march around the fucking track nearly 8 times. Cheebye. That can be considered the 'first' punishment we received. Let me tell you marching under the fucking sun round after round is no fun. Saw alot of my friends in my same company. 1 from the same sec school ended up together with me in the same bunk, 2 primary school friends from the same platoon and 1 of my childhood soccer buddy who live near me. The first 5 days routines were pretty standard, wake up at 0530 fall in 0545, we basically exercise, do workouts, run, all day. Luckily in between there were alot of talks held by insurance companies and boy did we look forward to that. Because the talks were in air conditioned rooms and most of us fell asleep before the first word was even uttered. Somemore the speakers were old grey haired guys..fuck lah cant they at least get some female presenters ? Only NTUC income i think bought a female speaker..too bad she was indian. and old. and ugly. SLEPT. Although most of the time were so hectic that we barely had time to think about other things it was during those free time or those 'talks' that my mind really started anyhow thinking or 'hu si luan xiang'. And in the army once you start thinking too ahead you will really start feeling damn depressed. The nights arent really too bad for me because i sleep once my body hit the bed..One time I was sitting during the end of one talk that all of a sudden i felt damn fucking lonely, as if i were the only person living in this world. Felt so depressed that tears suddendly swelled up in my eyes. I duno why. Army life does funny things to you sometimes. on the 15th i went to see the MO (Medical Officer) about my back pain. Trust me SAF is the only place young 20+ year old unqualified, inexperienced adults get the chance to be doctors. Why can't SAF just get a few qualified doctors from the various hospitals to work at Tekong ? THe doctors there are there totally cannot make it. Even the medic there said as much. There seems to be no doctor/patient relationship there, only a superior and his subordinate patient. FUcking ridiculous. The MO that attended to me talked to me asif i killed his whole family. Anyway he gave me a 1 week MC for my back pain and told me to come back for Xray the next day. The x-ray confirmed that some of my back ligaments are damaged and told me to rest for the week. Words of an amateur. REST FOR A WEEK ? This pain has been troubling me for half a year and you expect a week of 'REST' to fucking cure it ? For it to magically disappear ? I told him "with all due respect Sir, i dont think this is something you can sleep it off". He went "Hmm..yaa..if still got pain come back and see me" -___- At least that blur cock didnt went all the way and gimme fucking painkillers. For the next week it was fucking slack and rest days for me la. KNN everyday fall out sit in 1 corner with those other people feeling unwell. LUCKILY i met my neighbour there and he also had some wrist problem that he had to sit out for quite a long period. So we'd sit down there and tok cock for hours at 1 stretch. We're both slackers and bo chups so still can talk and make fun of our sergeants and those WAyang Pros or Por Lan Pa (PLP) kings in our platoon la. I REALLY wonder what some of them are thinking lah. Why wanna act until lidat ? KNN cant stand those fuckers. But knn everyday sit down there backside dont pain also hard. People get sunburn i get shadeburn and airconburn. At the end of the 7th day it was the 21st so i went back to see the doctor there again. The procedure there is fucking slow and this time i got a ruder doctor than before. People there get more obnoxious as their rank get higher. This one said to me "you want OOT right ? I give you" and before i could answer he already took out the OOT paper and ask me to sign. OOT means out of training which means i will basically sit down and zho bo lan for as long as possible until i get posted out. Which also means i have see specialist and downgrade arbo i will need to waste more months doing a BMT recourse. Whatever la. Now my days are spent helping the clerk do admin shit everyday. Might sound good but also bad when your section mates come from something and you wanna join in the discussion also hard. You feel like the odd one out. The conversations there are quite forced and it's tiring to keep up with it all the time. FFS i cannot be the only slacker out there ? So in the 14 days there, not counting the first day i only did training for around 5 days. And did nothing for the rest. Sweep here sweep there clean here clean there. I think i did more sweeping for the 9 days there than i did for my entire life. Dunno if i can tahan doing shit for the rest of the months there. But one thing i got there from my section mates was a new nickname (Sleeping God) becuase i sleep whenever i have any free time, and im always the first to sleep even before lights out. Still cant stand seeing myself botak. But as they say "Botak is temporary but Handsome is forever." Thursday, March 09, 2006 and into the sea goes pretty England and meeeee...........Sunday, March 05, 2006 Met up with Teck, Neo and a few of the girls @Balcony as our final gathering before i'm off to serve the fucking nation. :( Had quite an ok time there except the chairs were quite uncomfortable and the music too loud. This was actually more of a photoshooting session than a tok cock one because half the time we were taking pictures. There are many many more which I regret to say i wont be putting up because i just realized i'm really REALLY phototragic :( 4 more days to doomsday :( |
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