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Kee An, 011093kee an, whose face is round and fat, is officially EIGHTteen, going NINEteen :O his Mama's amniotic sac bursts open and the amniotic fluid lubricates her vagina while he slides down playfully along the slimy ol' black hole and POOF, he sees light on 01.10.93. free web hit counter Tagboard
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Sunday, September 16, 2012
Combined Arms Term is the most boring period ever. The schedule is like the same for 5 days: 0500: Revillie 0515: 5BX + 3km run 0600: Breakfast 0630: Area Cleaning 0700: First Parade 0730: Leadership Development 1130: Lunch 1330: Leadership Development (con't) 1530: Sports/PT session 1730: Dinner 2200: Lights out And this is our schedule from Wednesday to the following Tuesday, damn monotonous and routine. The only thing that I look forward to everyday will be the period of time after dinner, because I could meet those Section 4 peeps at the canteen and start sharing/discussing/complaining/bitching/ranting/scolding/etc about the things that happened for the day. Time flies when I'm with them, and sometimes I'd be quite reluctant to return to the bunk. Well, at least I've made some friends in my syndicate and my time there wouldn't be that boring. Anyway, our SCGP will be this Friday! So excited to graduate (finally) after about 9 months of recruit/trainee/cadet life. Not very looking forward to knowing my posting though, but I'll accept whatever that is given to me. Ciao! Saturday, September 8, 2012
I've never been so disappointed since NS started, even if I didn't manage to get gold for IPPT in the past. Now that I've heard so many bad stuff about the instructors and the course itself, I seriously think that they should consider making some changes to the system. Results aren't everything, really. I thought when I came to the Army, results won't matter anymore. But I was very wrong. Even A Level's results play a part in deciding who to go to OCS, hence few poly guys can get the chance to even compete with the jc kids. And now, results are used to to determine bayonet holders. I was quite upset at the fact that there are a few people who really deserve the recognition because they put in so much effort and have the right attitude to work, but they didn't get recognised in the end, needless to say, getting the bayonets. So now the message that the commanders and instructors are trying to tell us is results matter more than attitude and effort? Some people really don't deserve the bayonets at all, or not even fit to get the golden one. Favoritism was at its peak right before MLM started. It was so obvious which cadets were being pushed to get the bayonets. I'm not having sour grapes here, just trying to make my stand. I'm alright so long I get recognition by my friends. I was honestly touched at my friends' words and actions as they consoled me. It seems like I was right about them. Rants aside, I'm freed from that major problem that I posted about previously. Thank goodness no punishment is given and everything's back to normal. I guess they've made a smart move though, haha. AHM tomorrow, wanted to rant some stuff about it but I figured out that it was quite redundant because it would be wasting my rest time. To put it plainly, AHM is a waste of time, period. Gonna enjoy my last few days with my dear bunkmates in camp together after booking in! :) Sunday, September 2, 2012
MLM this week was quite boring. We've been loading and unloading the stores almost everyday and going out for 'rehearsals' which seemed so useless and monotonous. Somehow I just felt like we were treated like nothing during MLM, and we were punished just for their recreation. I wouldn't want to talk much about it anyway. But something major happened during the last few hours when we were back, something so serious that could land me in the cold and heartless cuboid room. It was a kind of immense fear that I've felt for the first time (not even during the moment when I was about to drown). The fear that my future would be ruined, the fear that I couldn't lead a normal life, the fear that I've brought shame upon my friends and family members, the fear that... I wouldn't be able to raise my head again. I was so thankful for my section mates and friends that came to comfort me during the period when I was so unsettled and worried. The small actions and talks almost brought me to tears, but I wouldn't tear in front of them, because that might just make them worry more. They were there to give me strength and courage to face the truth, because we are all in this together, except that the mistake was done by me. Things will never be the same without these friends, who were total strangers 12 weeks ago. We came into the same training school and forged strong bonds. It is inevitable to worry about some matters sometimes, but their presence and laughter made me forget about those shit temporarily and get me back on track in life. Life, currently, isn't all about army. It is only recently that I realised that I actually have a life, during weekends, a time that I've always been looking forward to. Even though I might lose something in the process, but I hope that our friendships still remain. I'll just hope for the best, and not gonna think of the worst case scenario for the first time. |
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