Happy Easter.

Back in my kindergarten days at St. Joseph's, we were given baskets of Easter Chocolate Eggs with small hot cross buns for us to relish in every Easter. Then, we were kids not older than 6. Treats like these were the best part since my parents were so strict on candies. It didnt hit home to us that Easter Sunday was the resurrection of Jesus.

It didnt matter to me anyway. I was schooled in Catholic mission schools all my life and I'm still a Buddhist, albeit not a devout one. It didnt matter much to me anyhow now, since preceding Easter, its Good Friday which somehow grants me an extra public holiday. So on this day, when Jesus was crucified many many years ago, when he shed his blood, carrying the heavy wooden cross to the site of execution, I slept through half of the day.

Good Fridays always relinquish good memories from my kindergarten days. Like the carefree and innocent times then, apart from the chocolate eggs and hot cross buns, there were times that you can't forget even though 15 years have passed. I wonder where all my friends have went. I always remember this hauntingly compatible duo who would be incharge of the school bus that brought me home. There was this super big field right infront of our class and in it were different playgrounds. I love the climbing one. It was really high to me then. Now i could even touch the top without climbing.

Things are different at my kindergarten now. Flanked by AES and CHIJ Bukit Timah, the once serene and tranquil air doesnt really exist anymore. The huge church tower still stands, but the school complex seems different. I remembered once at the back of the school, there was this ulu track that followed the statues which depicted how Jesus was crucified on Good Friday. Then, to me the statues were larger than life. Now the ulu track is replaced by the huge ass and polluted Bukit Timah Road and the statues seems to disappear along with time even though physically they are still there.

The world seems to be a much more quiet place then till cars and roads starts to pile up. Thats is why I always say old is better than new. I love oldies, i love film cameras, i love black and white films, I love the retro fashion.

But I will nvr swear off technology.

On a really different tangent, technology is something we can't say we loathe about even though at times it contradicts its purpose. For now, especially in my course, I would die for a computer. It does wonders which a human hand could not possibly have done for hours. Fortunately, they are teaching us to draw overlays on maps using computers which would make my life way much easier. More time and attention could then be given to the planning of intelligence during war.

Alright mann, im damn tired. Long week this week. Bye.

I was mesmerized.

I managed to catch Olivia Ong and Kathleen Harris on friday night. They are performing for the Mosaic Festival and best of all its free! I hate the crowd though, I cldnt take a proper photo of Olivia Ong because I cldnt get a good vantage point. And my camera skills sucks mann. Most of my photos turned out to be blurry. =(

Btw, Olivia Ong looked damn pretty in real life sia.





































































At the end of Olivia's show, everyone was shouting for her to perform one more song. She performed Fly me to the moon much to the pleasure of the audience.

Life of a patty in a burger.

Life is akin to a patty stuck between 2 slices of bread in a burger. Thats if you belong to the middle management in a hierarchy system. The taste of the burger depends on the patty. The slices of bread could be topped with savouring bits of sesame seeds and baked with a golden brown but if the patty doesnt taste as good as it seems, the burger wont taste as good as a whole.

Ive learnt that leadership and responsibility comes with increasing status of your chevrons. People look at you as a commander and to gain respect you must have a high standard of responsibility and maturity. I find it seemingly difficult to command a section of people who are older and more knowledgeable than I am. Its a tough learning process, very different from things ive learnt during my NCC days. Unfortunately, things are much worse in the middle than the top. Its like a bottleneck. From the top down, you get screwed pretty badly because from the bottom up, we are supposed to lead by example. Its not something you can negotiate about because if something goes awry, you will be the first to be blamed.

To be honest, I was sort of feeling proud and losing self respect just so because I was going to become a 3sg. It was a pretty naive thought actually. During my NCC days as a platoon sgt, I would be a fucking sadistic bastard. thinking respect is earned through means like that. But after months of interacting with people under me in the army, I realised it takes more than being physically fit to be a leader. I think it goes down the same way outside military world. I think ive learnt more on improving myself from my men than during my trainee days in a command school. This learning process wasnt as smooth as you would think. I get scolded by my boss, judged by people and be infamous for the wrong reasons.

Hmm, finally I found some time to type all these. I told my boss im taking off on Monday to rest. I need it mann. I'm going to play my guitar because its collecting dust for weeks. Also, I realised that Rihanna is so fucking hot. Heh.

bye!

Oh my god, I would love to soak up every single moment of this enriching and soulful cover by Diana Krall. I love the walking bass lines by John Clayton. I love how the bass lines work in harmony with the piano solos. Its a wonder how jazz music could work by breaking all rules of classical music. How, in this perfect harmony and phrasing of a simple beautiful piece of classic music, be so beautiful with a husky and sexy voice from Diana Krall. I love the piano solos because it sounded so fluid with the walking bass. MANN, I love this cover.



Can't wait for this year's mosaics.
Happy CNY!

Another post on something that talks about something

Tomorrow is 31st Jan of 2008. No big deal but that means 11 more months for the year to change to 2009. But on the other hand, i dont really like the idea of going nearer to my birthday because i dont want to go into the twenties. I love staying 18. 18 and life, you know?

nowadays, army just dont feel like army. I go to camp at 7am and then i go back home at 6pm. Everyday I just stay in office and settle alot of admin stuffs. I have radio, comfortable armchairs, and aircon by my side. I dont even feel like I am even defending my country. Alot of on job training during office hours which i think will benefit me after i leave the army. I dont even understand why can't I go to the civilian world and do the same stuff and benefit the economy of my country. I hate regimentation. Even though, my job is pretty alright, compared to my peers who have to stay-in, I still hate the regimentation in the army. I hate to greet people i dont even respect. i hate wearing the uniform and I hate to say yes sir yes sir all the time.

I think i lack motivation ah. No motivation, everyday life like damn meaningless. Everyday wake up, work, eat, work, eat, internet, tv, sleep. Weekends always the best because u got all ur friends around ah. I was thinking of retaking my As this year, so maybe i got some goal to achieve. I want to learn how to drive ah but i cannot afford ah.

Tml the planet will inch along the orbit around the sun. The nearest galaxy will inch towards our own galaxy. Mars will still be orbiting around the sun without any substantial signs of life form or water in it. Living things on Earth are being competitive against each other to survive, only to die when their biological time is up. Are all these routines of the universe making life and nature seems so meaningless?

A new year

If I was born 15 years earlier, I would be old enough to listen to the world's greatest bands ever. I would be saving money to buy AC/DC and KISS cassettes with those A/B sides. I could fly to USA to listen to Metallica, Skid Row, Vixen, Poison, Slaughter, Def Leppard and many others LIVE. Their music would be given abundant air time on most radios. Schools start to ban students from listening to Sex Pistols, godfather of classic punk music and girls will go crazy over Joan Jett and the Ramones. AHHH, the bloody 80s.

If I was born 25 years earlier, I will probably experience the Hendrix experience live and find a day job just to buy a Fender guitar and a Marshall Amp. I will love EAGLES to death with their Hotel California. What about the Beatles? They will probably be lullabies for me to sleep when I am still a kid. And of course, what about the Carpenters? Their Yesterday Once More and Close to You were the bubblegum pop hits of the 70s.

If I was born 35 years earlier, I could probably sway with swing jazz and dance to the beats of reggae. Nat King Cole would still be alive then and I could listen to his hits like L-O-V-E, his cover for The Girl from Ipanema, Route 66 and Mona Lisa. Frank Sinatra, Quincy Jones and Ray Charles will be playing my favourite tunes. Astrud Gilberto crooning her vocals over public radios with her One Note Samba.

Damn i tell you I was born in the wrong year.

Happy new year folks.

Dey, why u spray confetti at me, dey? Go back n spray water at your elephant la dey.

One of the many life lessons i've learnt during my 19 years of habituating this world of craziness is not to stroll down Downtown on a Christmas or New Year's Eve. Thus, you find me blogging this entry at this particular point of time.

Its very similar to the time when I went to Ling's concert at Stage@Powerhouse. The whole crowd was filled with probably Bangladeshis., except that this time the crowd was more well behaved. But it was totally dead, the crowd was dead. It made Ling's concert looked bad. On the contrary, these very same group of people filled every corners, every skid row of the streets in town during end of the year festive eves, tearing the whole fucking place down and spraying confettis at random people, pissing the hell out of ppl. It made the streets looked bad with these people.

So, I've made a rather wise and decisive choice not to roam around town tonight. Anyway, I dont really celebrate Christmas since i'm a Buddhist and find countdown to xmas really a waste of resources and a commercialized event for business to boom(saying merry xmas is a sign of respect). I have to wake up early tml to attend my late grandfather's death anniversary.

By the way, there's a tagboard on my blog now. People tell me they dont really bother about the comments link at the bottom of my post and there are also people telling me to put a tagboard here so that they can spam me when they are bored. Ok, so the tagboard is here for u to enjoy, enjoy!

Of Slackness and more slackness

Yo.
Its been quite some time since I blogged. Actually, there isnt really any thing to blog about unless you want the whole world to know about the minute details of your life. Thats like selling yourself to people, like real estate agents.

Entered the next paragraph. I sat cross legged, my eyes darting everywhere but the screen, my index finger tapping on the next key to start my first word of the next sentence. Nothing. Tap..Tap...Tap, still nothing. I picked my cup and drank some liquid from it. Tap...Tap...Tap, nothing. Then i sweared again. Oh shit, how am I going to continue my post by writing all these? Hmmmm. Is hmmmm going to help? Nah, still blank.

I was about to shit myself in my pants when I thought about the events that I'm going to tell everyone about in this post. Should I write about my graduation parade, my new unit or the time when I had a cold war with my friends or maybe about that time when my house was completely denied water from a faulty pipe made by an irresponsible government contractor?

How about emotions from people and myself? I wanted to write about the awkward feeling I had when my parents really did not come for my graduation parade. I wanted to amplify my satisfaction and belittle my envious friends on my new unit. By the way, I'm posted to 3rd Div Arty as an Int Spec where I will be staying out and will have no SOC for the rest of my NS.

Wow, thats alot. But then again, I decided that I'm not really going to write about them all. But rather, I have actually wrote about those events in a summary. Now its back to more tapping again for my next paragraph.

Goodbye? See you later? See you? Maybe. But before I really conclude this post which is really very irrelevant to the title I have given to this post, I must really make an announcement to music lovers in Singapore who truly appreciates local music to take some time off in the evening to watch Ling(I blogged about this local songbird few months ago) perform at Stage@Powerhouse near Esplanade to the tunes of various artists such as Elliot Smith, Damien Rice, Rachel Yamagata and many many more, including her own work, "Larkin Step". Its happening today at 7.30pm.

My post shalt end with the tunes of Larkin Step.




(Some cheebye went to hack her youtube account. boliao.)

yay, i got nights out today. the most boring of all the nights out because i have to go home to bring back half of my stuffs.
And, this week is also quite boring. Except for the cert presentation, photo-taking and some rehearsal for the POP, its wake up, eat and sleep kind of life.
After much thought, I think calling my parents down to watch the POP is not really necessary. Its a waste of time and I dont see any pride in passing out. Pride or rather pride in getting our ranks doesnt really exist in our course. Pride actually stands for "people rest I do extra". Worse still, we were told that we will be going to our new unit next Thursday and before that we have to come back to move everything from our old building to the new one. NA BEI!
It would be much better if it was like my graduation parade back in sispec. We were shagged like fuck after route marching like fuck and then have to stand sommore with the @#$% fieldpack still on for them to stick our ranks. For pride I will still stand straight lor but actually during that day i almost fainted, i was squatting down cos too tired sia.

my friend went siao after watching Enchanted lor. he kept singing the "happy working song" when he's doing saikang and he said it actually made him want to work.



This one is another song from the movie. Quite nice too.



ok got to go back liao. =(

Giant is Dead!

woohoo i finished my last field exercise as a trainee liao. After moving around the whole of the Northern Singapore, including one deployment ground that was so near my house and sitting inside the fucking hot, crampy and smelly command post vehicle, we were presented our beret.

I read Jesse's blog just now and he was talking about some things that made him nostalgic and filled with regrets. Basically it was part emo, part reminiscing of the past. Anyway, I just want to say no point in getting emo over the past, just move on. Not everything in life ends as happily ever after. Well, you might have missed your past madly but you could relive all these memories by meeting up with your old friends again. As for your love, I dont know what to say. For me, I've already forgotten that girl that I have so fanatically been infatuated with in school. Well, partly because she went away to some far away land to study. But then, i realise I dont want to dwell in such a sad and pathetic feeling everyday. Love supposed to be filled with warmth and happiness, not emo-ness, right?

anyway, listen to this bumblegum pop of the 70s. Its called Yesterday Once more by the carpenters.

When a human body is exhumed, the remains seemed so fragile, proving how feeble humans really are. It doesnt really matter how powerful u were or how good looking u were, you just become a heap of bones that really meant nothing but only memories that will only be close to your loved ones and friends.
So make those memories a good one. Strive towards your dream in life, love your loved ones like as if there's no tomorrow, dont be afraid to have fun in your life and so on and on.

Bah, Exercise Giant starts tomorrow. The grand finale before I graduate. Actually i am more stressed than thrilled. I'm not really sure of my stuffs cos I dont have good long term memory. My sgt major said i rank 2nd last in the whole course because I failed one of the test, arghh. I hope i still can pass out as a spec, considering i have pass my soc and ippt.

shit is going to happen tml sia.

HAHAHAHA

LOL!

Damn tired after 3 days of Khatib Chalet

I'm back with a pair of very rotten legs. Its really rotten with pus oozing out and then there are scars and wounds everywhere on my calves. Disgusting sia, i got exotic looking insect-bitten lesion all over my hands and I have not inhabit the jungle since bslc.

Zeus the Greek god has been rather busy nowadays, which in a way is good for all soldiers that are about to embark on a rundown with 11 obstacles along the way. I used to whistle one of Travis's song when im met with extreme bad luck but not for that day. Then suddenly i remembered Guns N' Roses's November Rain and I was overjoyed.

This week has been quite eventful. I went to slackmore camp, opps, its stagmont camp for a few hours of insomnia therapy. I returned home with difficulties in shutting my eyelids due to intensive shutting of the eyelids at both khatib chalet and at the therapy.

All of u students, civilian workers and fellow soldiers, i've got a good 4 days off and my pay day is in 2 days.

WooHoo!

=D

I had some major mood swings while clearing soc on friday. all the hokkien phrases just came out in a rush of anger. FUK MANNN! I cldnt clear low rope again. It sucks when you know u need just one more loop to touch the top but you just cldnt do it. It becomes more demoralizing when you see your section mates going all up and shout. argh.

i feel so ashamed to call myself a metal fan. megadeth and black sabbath came to singapore and i didnt even go! wth. I have to wait a decade for them to come again but by then they would be like eagles, old grandpas that could probably have some serious seizure while headbanging. To further degrade myself, i dont even have a single song from megadeth! OMG! They are like the bread and butter of anyone who started out listening to metal. GARGHHH!

bah. its a saturday night, or oh well sunday morning. i've decided to rot at home because i simply dont wish to go out. on this very weekend i longed for everyday in camp, i spent it all at home. before i go emo again, which i hoped it will nvr happen like in my previous posts, i bury myself in dvds and video games. Ah video games(not dota), something that i've not touch in a long time, it relinquish my inner self. Especially in the comforts of my own home, i was comfortable in screaming wildly and cursing at the screen when my character got shot by ze most invincible baddies with a 3000rds per sec mini machine gun.

sad to say, when i wake up tml, probably more than a million people would have died and another million ppl would have been born. the cycle goes on every minute and at any time you might be contributing to this cycle. SO, dont waste your time and start to do the things u might or had love to do, like playing block catching, drive a car without a license, gulp down 10 bottles of booze, visit your frail sickly former teacher and scold him/her your lifetime of beautiful cultured dialect phrases and so on and on.

WHAT WAS I THINKING? I dont know why i end my post in such a manner, i dont remember planning to end it this way.

Gazillion BAHs.

death in photos

Taken by Robert Capa, these photos captured death at its best moments. Just like the 1st photo, I think the guy didnt know what hit him and Robert Capa accidentally shot that photo at the instance he was fatally shot. I love his wartime photos, especially the ones at the Omaha Beach. I was surprised he wasnt shot or blown to bits after following the 1st wave of soldiers onto Omaha.

Watched too much documentaries with bloodshed and gore but i guess i am going to watch it and say omg thats so sad in a pitiful voice and then switch off my tv and go to sleep on my comfy bed and wake up peacefully.

Back to school...errr, i mean Artillery Institute

I feel like im going back to school again, busy with that calculator and attending lectures everyday. Just that I will be wearing military fatigues to lessons. Well, I'm posted to be a gunnery spec at artillery institute. My job is to calculate data and transmit them to the gunners to fire off. I dont even need to carry any shells or fire any artillery guns!

Shiok right? But then the course is damn boring ah, everyday lectures and lectures. Everybody is dying to enter our course. Our neighbours, the mortars and the 155 gunners are damn jia lat. Everyday see them sweat while we in lecture room. bwahahaha! But the course is kam pua long leh, freaking 13 weeks to get 3sg.

watched 881 and the rat show after bslc. damn song lor. i love that hokkien theme song from 881, actually basically all the hokkien songs in there even though the plot of the movie not really that nice. and the rat show also buey pai, the animation so outstanding lor. I advise u to eat until damn full den watch the rat show or not sure cannot take it one.

song ah, i book out on a friday seh, very long since i book out on friday. now for the whole 13 weeks i will be booking out every friday unless i do stupid things again la, then i wont even come home. But dun worry, i wont bring rifle plus live rounds out of camp. Thats really damn stupid sia! fucking hell, 1/4 of ur life will be gone at the far eastern side of the island and the backside just got slapped just by doing that. Then when finish liao, go to somewhere to carry sandbags and do pushups like its free and then do his remaining 1 month of being a soldier. Good deal sia!

im going for a run tml. omg, on a weekend especially after 5 days in an army camp. so hardworking right? but no la, i feel guilty for sitting around the lecture room for too long and i want that monetary incentive for ippt leh. muhaha!

for us and you and me.

I heard skid row over the radio just now. Its a surprise actually because most local radio stations dont really play 80's heavy metal. All hail power 98!

sian, tml i got army marathon run. But I would rather run than to do guard duty on Sunday. I was so damn lucky to escape it even though i have to report at 5.30am at esplanade.

1 more week left to end of bslc. I'm so delighted that its going to be over soon. Actually, I realised the training throughout the entire bslc isnt that tough. Eventually the day will end, the training will stop and you will still be alive. It isnt that bad actually.

What really makes life unbearable in sispec is the people. I am not talking about people being competitive, its about relationship. I think all those team based lectures and activities we attended didnt touch alot on human relationships. Almost all the time, everyone will be hating each other in the company. Instructors hates the OC, our PC dont like the instructors, instructors dont like each other and then they don't know how to talk to each other, leaving things unplanned and made our training really inefficient. Instructors, being experienced sergeants themselves are expected to show examples. But yet, they induce feelings that ignite more hatred towards our OC.

Things dont go too well amongst the trainees too. I hate my section but actually its only 1 person. It made me realise that the intelligence of a group is based on the collective intelligence of a person. Some people just talked too much. The i/cs are given the privilege to plan and manage activities during training. How they make decision is up to their abilities and they have many responsibilities to shoulder too. But yet some people would tend to voice their unhappiness and claim they could do better in this and that. Apparently, they hadn't been an i/c before and therefore do not understand the stress.

It sucked even more if you are a buddy of someone that the whole section hates. Yes, i know the section is frustrated with him for being uncooperative and selfish but that doesnt mean they have all the rights to bully him or ostracized him. The best way is to talk about it and see how can the problem be solved. Sometimes i find it difficult to react to situations when I have to be friendly to both sides. Its almost impossible. Talking to him makes me feel uncomfortable because the section will start to make noises and make some really juvenile comments that sometimes pisses me off.

I'm glad i'm going to leave sispec in a week's time. I dont think i will go to aslc because i said no to being a commander in the express interest form. Seriously, i just want a peaceful life in NS and all these people I have known for the entire 10 weeks in bslc will be forgotten forever.

The sun will shine and the birds will sing.

The other night before I went Tekong, my platoon mates were mocking at me about my embarrassing night at double O. It was so embarrassing that it will only happen if I'm under heavy alcohol influence. Blame it on the duty free beers at chevrons.

But on a different tangent, one of the mocking party went nearer to me and pat me on my shoulders and said something which I felt nothing for a split second and then felt really miserable during the after effect.

It was about this particular person. Somehow amidst the confusion that night at double O due to my soberness, I remembered us talking about her(I dont remember why we were talking about her) on the couch and he did the uninitiated. He went on to msg her asking whether if she knows me. If i were more conscious that night, i could have probably berated at him.

But that wasnt my point on why I felt miserable. But if I were to tell anyone that I have only known the existence of this person for the whole of my jc life and talked to her for less than 3 times and I felt miserable because this person is leaving for somewhere to study for a period of time, what will they say?

I mean I dont know why I felt miserable. That night my Ipod coincidentally shuffled to Jay Zhou - Kai bu liao kou and then to Dirty Vegas - Days go by. I know its a roll-eyes kind of thing but when these kind of songs starts to play and you already feel so emo about something, it just can't be help.

Sia la, so emo. If she ever reads this, i will be so embarrassed mann. I think she will just freak out and faint on the spot if I were to admit. She will never expect it lor. Its like whenever both of us walk past each other, it will be like a stranger to stranger kind of thing, like in the streets. No hellos, no smile, nothing.

Anyway, I got selected to go for a PTI selection course. How and why I was selected remains a mystery. I only obtained a pass for IPPT, not even close to silver mann. My hopes of going to airforce and navy was dashed when my friend told me if i fail my selection course, I will go straight to ASLC. NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! I can't believe me going to taiwan and dig holes and not shower for 7 days.

Bah, so much so for putting not interested to Inf/Guards in my express interest form.

Going back in an hour's time and my csm's words always resound in my mind whenever i walk through the gate, "Gentlemen, welcome to another phuck day in the army."

I am so excited

As what the blog title have mentioned, I am going to embark on a holiday on our very own outback, P. Tekong. Its a fun filled and laughter kind of holiday, a once in a lifetime opportunity for certain members of the society. Jointly organized and supported by the people loving and decades long ruling government of our beloved island and conducted by the super efficient and knows-how-to-wayang-the-right-way organization of our beautiful country.

Best of all, its FREE!
Dont ask me why, my fellow taxpayers.

The catalogue of this holiday read as follows:

The itenary of this exciting and thrilling trip ensures that you would not be idling around and doing nothing. Your legs will be sore with dead skin(natural exfoliation, girls are you paying close attention to this?) and your uniforms can be thrown away after this trip because it is impossible to wash away the stains. Most importantly, you will be meeting the indigenous habitants on this sunny island called P. Tekong. They are called Tekonreans. They have either sharp piercing thorns on their mouths or have 4 limbs. They roam around freely and loves to pop by and say HI!!!! when you are at the least attentive. Sometimes after saying hello, you will start to itch and a slight reddish bump will appear. Its ok actually but please do caution if you see a black and white stripes species saying hello to you. Furthermore, the ones with 4 limbs and looks like a pig says HI if you have food around you. So if you want to know more about them, please do not throw away your food the proper way and sleep half naked in the jungle.

Now, aren't you excited? We do provide personal body maintainance by making you do pressups(pushups) in the middle of the jungle. How nice. If you are homosexual and the voices of men shouting at you turns you on, dont worry. Even though you are faraway from civilian life, you can still feel at home because voices of men shouting at the top of their voice is abundant.

Do u love mud? Tekong has abundant sources of it. You will have the chance to be stuck in it, sleep on it and maybe have some of it around your lips.

Please do bring more underwears and socks. Do not try to bring your lovers along unless you are homesexual. If you think you are too obsessed with the female gender, this holiday will be your best solution psychologically because in this tour group, we believe in a single gender.

A 4days 3 nights trip which starts tml.

Come on everyone, repeat after me.

I L-O-V-E S*F
I L-O-V-E S*F
I L-O-V-E S*F

Hooray!

Im going to book in real early tonight. SO HAPPY! I feel sad if they let me go home, you know? I smile when they give me extra duties, you know? I smile even more when they burn my weekends and deprive me of the outside world. They keep me from all evils in the civilian life. SEE? I love being a soldier.

SO NICE!

Not Ready To Make Nice

If people were to ask me what have I learnt during my Army days, I would say i learnt to become more selfish.
Well i think its pretty true. Whenever I hear someone asking for help, my ears just shut off completely. It can't be help, especially when I am so shagged out and just found a nice and comfortable spot to sit and then just when I am about to doze off, somebody just had to shout for volunteers.
Sometimes when I just need a cold drink and there aren't enough for everyone out in the field, it will be an every man for himself thing. Unless its my section mates, I would not even bother sharing my drinks. Just can't be help.

Field camp this week was like a holiday camp. Revellie, breakfast, sleep the whole morning while waiting for our turn to do fire movement. Then lunch. then sleep again until its time for night operations. The only highlight of the whole field camp was the ambush ops. I got to move the whole section to do ambush at night. set up trip flare, claymore mines and wear night vision goggles and then wait for the enemy to appear. Sadly i did not manage to bring my section back to HQ because i was so disoriented at night. bah.

1 more field camp to go, which is at Tekong and 3 more weeks to the end of BSLC. Yay!

and yes, if you are watching that propaganda show about the army on channel 8, you can see my BMT company there. All of our sgts were involved in the filming and the part when the actor passed out from BMT is when our company took part in the filming too. That is the day when I had to give up my admin time for the filming.