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| Thursday, June 18th, 2009 | | 12:03 am |
I haven't blogged in FOREVER. Everyone, I HAVE POPed!! =D -pause for nonexistent round of applause- Sigh. Only six months of BMT and already I'm getting all retrospective and melancholic. Actually when I come to think about it, it's really been a journey of knowledge and growth. There are so many things I've learnt from this half a year, and it really made me realise how sheltered my entire life has been. Not only about material comforts provided by the home I have, but also the entire environment I've been brought up in. My platoonmates are people who have no problem talking openly about sexual desires and fistfighting and smoking and other things that I've always been thought to think socially undesirable and thus unacceptable topics for open discussion. There is no such barrier in the world outside my too-well-educated (for the lack of a better term) world, and it was one thing I found extremely terrifying. Of course, there are so many, so so many things that have come out of this intense (and very bizarre) BMT journey that doesn't involve guns or crawling or grenades or jungles. 1) The hardest task can be brought down with cooperation between any number of people 2) A warm smile will melt the exterior shells of even the toughest gangsters. 3) Help others not because you're told to, but because you want to. 4) Always keep the spirit up, no matter how exhausted you are. It comes a full circle and everyone is energized in the end. It was tiring, it was mentally destabilizing, it was terrifying. But most of all, it was unforgettable. And now I await my posting (omgomgomgomg), which will be released on Friday at 10am. Wish me luck in getting a NCU! =D | | Saturday, May 23rd, 2009 | | 8:27 pm |
Let's take a peek into a week of BMT life of Mr Merlion (a.k.a. ME!) Tuesday: Status! Oh goody, status! Didn't eat anything. Drank cordial and sweet drinks to keep myself alive. Wednesday: Last day of status! Didn't eat anything. Drank cordial and sweet drinks to keep myself alive. Avoided water parading after vomiting once in the morning after water parade. Told myself to stay alive on Sugar and Willpower. Thursday: No more status! IPPT was a bitch. Vomited thrice during 2.4. Collapsed past the finishing point. Hyperventilated my way back to company line. Vomited 3 more times in full view of everyone (like a LIVE SHOW). Forced to eat something by my platoon sergeant. Threw up. Went for company GP rehearsal and collapsed again. Vomited before lunch. Vomited after lunch. Collapsed in front of platoon office. Sugar. Willpower. Friday: BTP again! What a stupid idea. Zeroed rifle. Vomited 3 times in 30 minutes. Vomited after lunch. Had to be supported to and from the toilet. Sent back to the company line on special leave to sleep in the bunk. Vomited a chocolate coated vanilla ice cream my bunkmate filched for me and felt guilty for it. Forced myself to sleep to get energy for hand grenade throwing and shellscrape digging on saturday. More sugar. More willpower. Saturday: Threw grenade. Hyperventilated my way up the slope. Vomited at shellscrape grounds. Vomited at shellscrape grounds again. And again. Collapsed. I need special permission to fill my bottle with cordial, seriously. I'm going bankrupt on all the green teas and chrysanthemum white teas I buy in camp. | | Wednesday, May 6th, 2009 | | 12:16 pm |
I wish there was a Ministry of Foreign Objectives. If there was, I'd take ANY course required to work there, just so I can walk around international conferences with a lanyard around my neck saying MOFO. (: How awesome would that be. Edit: EAGLE COY JUST CALLED MY HOME. From now on even when I go downstairs to buy food, I need to report to the COS. What the hell. So troublesome. Talk about ways to make an anorexic person even MORE anorexic. | | Wednesday, April 29th, 2009 | | 3:35 pm |
I had the strangest dream last night. I was at a huangcheng party, and suddenly Jinhao appears with his son (???), who is 7 and quite babbly. He talks and talks but noone cares about him. Then while we were all socializing and having a great time, the babbliness ends, and suddenly Jinhao's son is MISSING. So then mayhem ensues, and everyone scatters from the party, running around the whole country searching for a missing boy which was funny, because he didn't have a name, so we just kept shouting "ER ZI! ER ZI!", hoping that he'd respond. Then after an entire day of searching, while we (Jinhao, Choonyen, myself) were taking a rest at an MRT station, I looked at my watch and PANICKED. It was 21:13 (yes, I remember it exactly because I was FREAKING OUT), which meant I was 2 hours late for my book in timing. I checked my phone and I had 8 missed calls all from my buddy. I called him back and it was like Buddy: Omg why you never pickup your phone! Hurry up rush to the ferry terminal NOWWWW! Me: Omg cannot cannot my friend's son is missing and I need to go look for him! Buddy: Huh howwww!! Me: Eh can you help me tell sgt Eugene that I have to look for my friend's son- Aiyah nevermind I call him myself. Thank you buddy!
After which I started calling my sergeants one by one, but none of them were picking up the phone, and I felt a HUGE wave of despair and panic-
And then I woke up. I was SOOOOO relieved.
Oh, and on a side note, I'm out of the hospital (: Haha. Finally.
| | Sunday, April 26th, 2009 | | 6:38 pm |
Yay I just got a backstage tour of VT from yingjie's webcam haha, all while sitting on this really annoying hospital bed! (: Happy! | | Friday, April 24th, 2009 | | 9:15 pm |
I am blogging from an iPod touch while lying on a hospital bed!! How cool is that lol. Not really. Life stuck here is mundane and ridiculously boring. I have a lot lot lot of thanks to make to my friends who keep coming here and keeping me sane (: you know who you are haha. Okay wireless is a battery leech I shall go now lol byebye! | | Sunday, March 22nd, 2009 | | 12:42 am |
So my initial 13 week weight loss phase is over, and tomorrow (later, actually, if you're really very fussy about time) I'll be booking in for my actual BMT already. I really don't feel much different. Every day seemed the same to me: wake up, train, sleep. Wake up, train, sleep, wake up, train, sleep, everyday. I spent every day looking forward to the weekends, living a day at a time, period by period until the blessed day comes when I can leave that boring island. I don't feel any different, I'm pretty sure I don't look any different. So all in all, I can honestly say that my training has been completely ineffective. Despite claims of NS making you a man or whatsoever, I am still the exact same person who ended his JC studies at the end of last year. If anything, I find it so much easier to be happy nowadays. Many people whine and grumble their entire army lives away, something I find impossible to comprehend. The negativity in the place is already so oppressive, why weigh yourself down with your OWN negativity? I find something happy about every thing I have to do, regardless of what everyone else says, and I find myself passing every day with a smile on my face. Last week, a gangsterish person from platoon 2 came to me as I was walking down the stairs and asked me why I am always so friendly and happy, and what there was to be happy about in camp. I was taken aback. I never really thought about why I'm always so happy. Or friendly (AM I?!). After a moment of awkward silence and frantic thinking on my part, I thought of an answer that was not known even to me, before I was asked the question. What's there NOT to be happy about? There's nothing to lose from being happy or friendly all the time after all, so there really shouldn't be reason to be unhappy and just make your own life miserable. He said he was going to stop being a gangster, and I was pleasantly surprised. BMT officially starts soon, and I cannot wait for my own POP, after having witnessed 4 parades already, but everything shall come in good time. As of now, I'll just live day by day happily, counting the days left to June 10th when I'll finally join the ranks of the privates and leave tekong behind as a memory. (: And for those people who have already POPed and unfortunately gotten themselves into vocations they don't like, just suck it up and make it work, because unless you plan to somehow force your way out of the vocation, it's yours for the next 1.5 years. Try to stay positive always, and remember that while many things in life are forced upon you, misery is always optional. Tata. Wish me luck and that time passes quickly enough! | | Monday, December 8th, 2008 | | 1:58 pm |
SO CUTE OMG.I LOVE ALL OF YOU AND WILL MISS ALL OF Y OU UNTIL CHRISTMAS EVE WHEN I'M FINALLY A LLOWED OUT =D BYEBYE! Edit: Right before I leave for Tekong again, I SHALL WARN EVERYONE OF THIS. It is really Really REALLY annoying to shampoo a head of baldness. And there isn't any noticeable coolness of the head even after it's shaved; clearly shaving your head to make sure you don't feel so hot was a LIE. | | Saturday, December 6th, 2008 | | 5:01 pm |
I'm bored. And BALD. This seriously sucks. Okay no it's actually not that bad. The main problem is seriously the lack of music. And the super slacky time I've had until now. Nothing but lectures and more lectures. The one most exciting thing that happened was probably the fire drill, during which we scrambled to put on our helmets and run down the stairs with our tiny little pails, all while looking incredulously retarded. And there you have it, my entire recollection of wednesday until today. A fire drill. And I apparently have become an idiot since I stepped into Tekong (and how could I, when the commanders and sergeants think that quantity is spelt quanity and porno is spelt prono?) because I cannot seem to think up anything now. Siighs. Bye. | | Wednesday, October 15th, 2008 | | 8:36 pm |
BON I WANT TO PLAY WITH RUBIK NAOOOOO. | | Saturday, October 11th, 2008 | | 10:11 pm |
Click here and be impressed! Check out his awesome blue and gold eyeshadow. (: I am damn good. I am... the iShadow King. | | 6:23 pm |
I have graaaduated. And I have found in me the closet camwhore. Double happiness (: Actually, this is a crap post that is simply meant to show kenny my happy slappy chansey userpic. ENJOY, KENNY. | | Tuesday, September 30th, 2008 | | 9:07 pm |
Today, while I was munching on my dinner, I chanced upon what would probably change my life forever. It wasn't anything majestic, just a single newspaper frontpage, one that detailed on a heartwrenching story on Alzheimer's. It wasn't long or detailed, but it gave me a complete epiphany, one that I'll probably carry with me everywhere I go. A couple, a 96 year old man and 95 year old woman, are mentioned in the blurb as being a loving couple together for a large part of their lives. Suddenly, the man finds himself a stranger from the love of his life as she has her mind ravaged by Alzheimer's, leaving her clueless as to his identity, and sometimes her own. Flipping to the next page, I read through a small portion of the main article and found myself unable to go on. I've always been soft-hearted with the elderly, having loved (and still loving) my grandparents a lot. Having to read how he details her life as a person with a sieve for a memory made my heart twinge. And then I found myself thinking the same thing that all insane, selfish megalomaniacs would think. I don't want to ever get old.
I fear the day when I have to be spoon fed, to be bathed by someone else, to be accompanied by someone everywhere I go. Never mind the fact that I likely won't be able to remember any of it by the time that it happens, but the idea of it now scares me to no end. I and terrified, terrified, terrified of the possibilities of forgetting everything and everyone I hold dear to me. Hopefully by the time I get old enough, the laws regarding euthanasia have been laxed sufficiently. I honestly would much much prefer to die on my own terms, with everyone I care about etched clearly onto my mind as I take my last breath. | | Wednesday, September 24th, 2008 | | 3:00 pm |
Oh wowwwww I just checked my ISP. Apparently I'm in like the shit bottom of the cohort for econs, beating a grand total of ... ... ... -pause for majestic effect- .. ... .... ..... ...... ....... 3% of the cohort. And I felt so damn good doing the paper too. Aiyah forget it. Although at this rate, by some evil horrendous twist of fate, math will be my best subject. >< | | Tuesday, September 23rd, 2008 | | 1:44 pm |
Day two of paper returns have been relatively kind with a D in Bio. Still a pass, yes, but I'm ridiculously disappointed in myself for letting myself lose my second placing in class. Also, the fact that prelims is 90% (I didn't take blocks 1) doesn't help, as it totally negates my B for Bio during blocks 2, giving me a heartwrenching D for overall results. | | Monday, September 22nd, 2008 | | 4:44 pm |
TODAY I HAD A NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE. I was with my huangcheng friends and I was laughing and laughing and laughing (I forgot about what exactly) and then I realised that I couldn't stop, not even to breathe. I swear, it took ALL of my concentration to stop laughing and take a deep breath before I suffocated to death. Prelim results have been TERRIBLE! (of course, this is not Normal because there hasn't been enough results returned for it to follow a Normal Distribution by CLT) Of all things, to get a D for GP is SO unacceptable. Oh and just to piss all of you off, I got 28 marks for a 2 page (yes, ONE MEASLY PIECE OF FOOLSCAP PAPER) essay. Which gives me a word efficiency of 14 marks a page. Haha, a smaaaall win amidst large losses. | | Thursday, September 11th, 2008 | | 10:23 pm |
Well, Prelims 1 is over. Now all that's left is the sequel, Prelims Strike Back. And of course, who can forget Prelim Results: the pain you never knew. Argh. Nevermind, hopefully the zoo+night safari trip materialises (: I am such a deprived Singaporean! I've never been to the Night Safari ): | | Sunday, September 7th, 2008 | | 12:52 am |
Wellllll. One thing that I'm sure all of us (huangcheng seniors) will say is that there was an obvious lack of originality with the waterbombing game and the name of the dart stall. Oh but the petting zoo was a nice idea though! And the fish are just sad. Ah well nice effort. Anyways I HAVE FOUND THE SEQUEL TO SNAKES ON A P LANE! Unveiling... CHRISTIANS ON A BUS! You know the middle round round portion linking the two "carriages" of a bendy bus together? Today on my way home there were 3 Christian (PROPER NOUN!) fellas playing guitars and singing worship songs all the way to Little India. When I walked past them to back to the back half of the bus, I was blasted with a pop-rock "HEY BUDDY JESUS SAAAAAAVES" or something (I had my earphones on harharhar) AAAAANYWAYS. After they got off the bus, I was treated to a painful spectacle of the SEQUEL to the SEQUEL of SNAKES ON A PLANE. Indians around a pole. >< Yeah, three (why 3 agaaaain ><) of them came in and stood around the pole in the middle of the round thing, blasting Hindi (issat right?) at each other loudly enough for me to hear from all the way at the back of the bus + my mp3 player at full volume. And then they decided they were too far away from each other and one moved to the pole where he started. Um. Sliding up and down the pole would be the best way to put it. Gyrating? I dunno. Haha MAF was fun la, all in all. =D | | Saturday, August 30th, 2008 | | 5:38 pm |
Wow he's prettier than anyone I know. o0 | | Thursday, August 28th, 2008 | | 11:51 am |
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