Sunday, May 28, 2006

So there's like one full week and everything's over on a tuesday. Apparently, when the tough gets going, it's really tough and when the going gets slack, it gets really slack. So I've got to have something I can do when I'm really free.


Not going to bring in a guitar simply 'cause it's too big and you don't wanna bring that out on the day you 'go home'.

I'm quite sure jh will second my choice if I say I want to practise my magic tricks. Cards especially. =p But I'm feeling kinda lazy though. Bringing in a pack of cards wouldn't hurt, though.

I could revise japanese. I think I would go mad if you were to make me sit down there and revise whenever I'm free.

Read a book? There doesn't seem to be something I want to read up on as of now.


How?



10:49AM
I'm getting quite dulan that my weight isn't going down. It's still the same. Fluctuating. 80<->84. I think I'm going to try something really drastic. Not eating and going for 16km, 24km route marches. I think I'll try to increase my load since I can't seem to feel my pack anyway. :D Eating minimal servings when in camp. Quite sian leh, really, when everyone else seems to be fitter or slimmer and I'm still the same, physically, exactly.

Saturday, May 27, 2006

Crap. Can any kind soul help ID this classical piece? I'm stuck trying to figure out the rest of the song.

As far as I can recall, it goes,
7 - - 7 - - -
- 0 - - 0 - -
- - 0 - - 0 -
- - - - - - -
- - - - - - -
0 - - - - - -

7 - - 7 - - -
- 0 - - 0 - -
- - 0 - - 0 -
- - - - - - -
- - - - - - -
0 - - - - - -

5 - - 3 - - -
- 0 - - 0 - -
- - 0 - - 0 -
- - - - - - -
- - - - - - -
0 - - - - - -

3 - - 2 - - -
- 0 - - 0 - -
- - 0 - - 0 -
- - - - - - -
- - - - - - -
0 - - - - - -

0 - - 0 - - -
- 0 - - 0 - -
- - 0 - - 0 -
- - - - - - -
- - - - - - -
0 - - - - - -

3 - - 7 - - -
- 0 - - 0 - -
- - 0 - - 0 -
- - - - - - -
- - - - - - -
0 - - - - - -

12- - 12- - -
- 0 - - 0 - -
- - 0 - - 0 -
- - - - - - -
- - - - - - -
0 - - - - - -

12- - 12- - -
- 0 - - 0 - -
- - 0 - - 0 -
- - - - - - -
- - - - - - -
0 - - - - - -

10- - 8 - - -
- 0 - - 0 - -
- - 0 - - 0 -
- - - - - - -
- - - - - - -
0 - - - - - -

8 - - 7 - - -
- 0 - - 0 - -
- - 0 - - 0 -
- - - - - - -
0 - - - - - -
- - - - - - -

5 - - 5 - - -
- 0 - - 0 - -
- - 0 - - 0 -
- - - - - - -
0 - - - - - -
- - - - - - -

7 - - 8 - - -
- 0 - - 0 - -
- - 0 - - 0 -
- - - - - - -
0 - - - - - -
- - - - - - -

8 - - 7 - - -
- 0 - - 0 - -
- - 0 - - 0 -
- - - - - - -
0 - - - - - -
- - - - - - -

8 - - 7 - - -
- 5 - - 5 - -
- - 5 - - 5 -
- - - - - - -
0 - - - - - -
- - - - - - -

5 - - 5 - - -
- 5 - - 5 - -
- - 5 - - 5 -
- - - - - - -
0 - - - - - -
- - - - - - -

7 - - 8 - - -
- 5 - - 5 - -
- - 5 - - 5 -
- - - - - - -
0 - - - - - -
- - - - - - -
Please, pray for the tekong puppy with white fur that's limping. It has injured it's left hind leg and it's hopping around on three.






Anyway IPPT is some strange shit. If you get gold standard, it simply means you can run. That's all. You can get AAAAA for all stations and yet you get only a silver, AAABB and that gives you a gold. I'm quite dulan to see people who can't jump, can't do pull-ups but can run being awarded a gold. I'm also dulan that people who are borderline cases getting silver.

I'm speculating that in war, running's the most important shit of all. It doesn't matter if you are strong. You need to survive.

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Can't sleep. Drinking now.

Seriously. It sucks to think that I've not changed at all. I thought it was some miraculous life-changing phase of life. bah. humbug. I thought I would change, mentally, physically, etc. But now what, same old me. Still as fat. Same weight. I didn't put on any muscles either. Still as lazy. (oh yeah, I'm too lazy to reflect actual weight up there. I've gained some weight I believe. From my 7 days' 'break'.)


I've got half a mind to eat two meals a day for the twelve remaining days. (Eight effectively, discounting the two weekends.) Fuck that. I think I'll try to lose weight during the block leave.



Got to sleep really soon though I'm still wide awake. Got to catch the ferry at 0630. Like wtf I know. Not risking anything, so I'm not bringing my usual phone in. That means no updates other than during the weekends.




Luck holds.

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Yawn.

Tomorrow marks the seventh day I'm away from 'the island'. I conclude that army doesn't change me. I'm back to my same old daily habits. Exactly the same.

The only thing you do subconsciously is to jog from point to point. From bedroom to kitchen.


Where boys become men.

ya right.

zzzzz.
My wonderful girlfriend and I had been dating for over a year, and so we decided to get married. There was only one little thing bothering me. It was her beautiful younger sister.

My prospective sister-in-law was twenty-two, wore very tight miniskirts, and generally was braless. One day "little" sister called and asked me to come over to check the wedding invitations. She was alone when I arrived, and she whispered to me that she had feelings and desires for me that she couldn't overcome.

She told me that she wanted to make love to me just once before I got married and committed my life to her sister.

Well, I was in total shock, and couldn't say a word. She said, "I'm going upstairs to my bedroom, and if you want one last wild fling, just come up and get me." I was stunned and frozen in shock as I watched her go up the stairs.

When she reached the top she pulled off her panties and threw them down the stairs at me. I stood there for a moment, then turned and made a beeline straight to the front door.

I opened the door, and headed straight towards my car.

Lo and behold, my entire future family was standing outside, all clapping!

With tears in his eyes, my future father-in-law hugged me and said, we are very happy that you have passed our little test.....we couldn't ask for a better man for our daughter. Welcome to the family."

And the moral of this story is:








Always keep your condoms in your car........

Monday, May 22, 2006

I just found out that ATM machines have a cap of 40 notes when withdrawing money. If say you wanna withdraw $3000. You have to withdraw $2000, then again, $1000.

weird. it's not like the hole isn't big enough.

Sunday, May 21, 2006

help. i don't wanna go back in. fuck. im not thinking straight and feeling normal. sigh.
shhh.

im not going to brush today. been so long since ive tasted some alcohool.

overslpet on bus. it does feel good to drink when you are feeling really shag


fuck sia, why did you have to climb out of thw window

Saturday, May 20, 2006

Course Expiry Date Car Model
Motorcar Class 3 21 Jan 2007 Manual
Private (3ZP) 28 Jun 2006 -

Date Unit Amt(S$) GST(S$)
CL 3 Practical Lesson
20 May 2006 1 $56.00 $2.80

CL 3 Practical Lesson Surcharge
20 May 2006 1 $8.00 $0.40

Total $64.00 $3.20

Outstanding Balance : $67.20
STUDENT BALANCE : $5.20
VISA : $62.00
Amount Tendered : $67.20
Current Balance : $0.00

Appointment Date
Date Day Time
CL 3 Practical Lesson (Manual)
28 May 2006 Sun 10:30 AM

==============================================================

Booked one refresher lesson finally. I hope I don't get confined for whatever shit reasons.

==============================================================


I used two exact same mugs and filled one with tekong potable water and tap water from home. Er. The difference isn't obvious in this this photo. More obvious when you see it in person. The former is kinda yellow and that's the one on the left.
musically declined and yeah.

im still trying to learn to play a guitar. sigh.

trying to learn using tabs but still. i can't interpret them. And when I do, the fingering gets messy.

what the fuck? using bookout time to learn to play a guitar? i should be using it to study or drive.

yeah. what's next? bring in a guitar to camp and try to figure out how to play using printed notes?

hey that's possible.

Friday, May 19, 2006

And in the dark he sits alone
To watch his final hours bleeding
While unconcerned upon the wall
The clock it ticks away the time

No need for words for in the dark
All words have long since lost their meaning
Still when they whisper in his ear
He tries to read between the lines

What I see in the night
What I feel in your heart
All your dreams all your lies
Can you tell them apart

See the hands on the clock
Are you watching them turn
For your candle is quite low
We've been watching it burn

Do you lie here awake
As the shadows look on
Should they cry for your sake
Should you sleep in their arms

For the shadows see all
And they rarely forget
Every dream that you've had
Every act you regret

Thursday, May 18, 2006

Okay I give up. I can't sleep. I guess it's only normal to be so. I mean, who can, if you know you are booking out on saturday morning. You probably wouldn't sleep. And you probably can't, after such a heavy meal and all.



Anyway we had our i p p t test today. I'm recognized by the physical training instructor(p t i). I didn't know what happened until my friend told me. Basically it goes.

-At chin-up station.-
Pulls pulls pulls pulls pulls.. .
Me to serg: Is 12 a gold?
serg: Yes.
/me dropped off from the bar.

p t i to section mate: How many pull-ups did that guy(points to me) do?
section mate: 12
p t i: what the fuck?

-After 2.4km-
p t i to me: What's your timing?
me: 10:30
p t i: you can do 12 pull-ups and you cannot run 9:44?
/me acts blur.


Damn. Now I'm wondering if I look obese or something. =/

Anyway. My body temp has always been lower than average. 36.3 is my standard temperature. And so you can always see beads of perspiration on my forehead when I'm not doing anything(at room temp), and me dripping water when I'm moving about or exercising. Dripping literally. And I think my sweat tastes like water. Really.
sleeping and hugging my 2 pillows is damn shiok! woo!
waking up at 0530. think i have to find a new tagboard and enjoy my time out. haha. i'll be out again saturday morning.
woohoooooo!




And this is what we call a lucky/normal case after 'nights outside'. No pun intended, but seriously, the worse is yet to be.

Sunday, May 14, 2006

Oh yeah let me steal a pic. =0

tick tock tick tock.
We shall meet at noon.
Orchard, Bugis, Raffles place.
Walk walk walk.
Shop shop shop.

tick tock tick tock.
Night falls.
Mothers' day celebration.
Did we have fun?
Oh, an ice cream cake.

tick tock tick tock.
Went to bk.
Had my lunch,
with a buddy.
Borrowed books.

tick tock tick tock.
Last night out.
Drinking with my mates.
I had a kamikaze.
They had screwdriver and what not.

tick tock tick tock.
Past midnight.
We had prata.
Played pool.
Sober, but I had to sleep.

tick tock tick tock.
It's eight in the morning.
Oh, what the fuck,
today's the book-in day.

tick tock tick tock.
Five hours to go.
Pack my bag.
Check. Check. Check.

tick tock tick tock.
Four hours to go.
Music still blasting away.
Should I bring in a book?
Mayhaps a magazine?

tick tock tick tock.
Three hours to go.
Today's mother's day.
I've not gotten a present.

tick tock tick tock.
Two hours to go.
Grab a bite.
Gotta shower.
Have I forgotten anything?

tick tock tick tock.
An hour to go.
Squatting,
I try to shit.
I hate shitting outside.

tick tock tick tock.
Half an hour to go.
Wear my boots.
Cruising down the expressway,
I try not to think.

tick tock tick tock.
Five minutes late.
No one gives a fuck.
Thirty minutes later,
we move out.

Breathe in. tick. Breathe out.
We wait.
Line up.
Sit on the bus.
Take the ferry.

Breathe in. tock. Breathe out.
Our senses fade away.
Every building looks the same.
Everyone does.
We shut off our minds and feelings.

tick.
Scan your card.
Grab a cup, a tray.
Fork and spoon.
Eat your meal.
tock.
Standby area.
Clean your rifle.
Run.
Obstacle course.
tick.
Strength training.
Go outfield.
Lecture now.
Yes sir.
tock.
No sir.
Yes serg.
No serg.
Run guys run.
tick.
Double up.
Echo.
Down down down down down.
"... fuck. . ."
tock.
". . cheebye . . ."
". . fucking hell . . "
................................

Friday, May 12, 2006

Your son dies. Your only son dies.
Your soldier son dies, not in war,
but in peacetime, not in peace,
but at sea, drowned in a training accident,
an accident they say, but they don’t
tell you why, they don’t tell you
how it could have happened
when others were there, everywhere,
in the water, on the boat,
yet no one saw him sink,
no one saw him slip beneath the waves
the singing waves, the rifle
slung round his body like a rock or noose,
a great fatal noose
with God’s hand pulling.
No one heard him call for help,
which finally came of course,
but came too late,
so late that all you have now
for a son is his body,
some damned medals and the memory
of that body, so pale and
cold and clean, and now as you sit
in your small neat kitchen
with the solemn, grey-haired colonel
you find that you have no more tears,
and though the colonel tries
he too has no more words
Mrs Ong, I'm so sorry one more time.
He is, he really is, you can feel it
in the way he puts his hand
on your shoulder,
a strong firm soldier’s hand
so much like your son's,
as if that could stop the hurt
or answer questions,
all your pointless questions,
the ones that swirl in your head
and just won’t wash away.

Sunday, May 07, 2006

gah. The internal body clock rings.

I jump up, tugging my pillow by one of it's corners, I realize that
  • my pillow will soon have to part me

  • there's less than 24 hours to go

  • I'm bald and they still wanna shave me (soon I think)

  • this book in and out thing is going to repeat over and over again for at least one more month

  • I can't find a phone that is j2me-enabled, can play mp3s, has good browser and internet connection, runs on external memory, has infra red and bluetooth but has no camera




  • Life inside is bearable. Yet somehow you feel like a walking zombie. Everyone's dressed the same. Every building looks the same. Everyone eats the same things. Everyday is more or less the same minus two or three major activities. I think I'm somewhat okay with it because I like to stone and not think. And that's exactly what you do there. Other than your body moving. Physically, it's occasionally tiring but that effect doesn't get across to your head. Personally, whatever happens inside, be it doing some stupid things, getting tekan-ed or running around, I feel rather emotionless and neutral about this whole thing.

    Field camp was surprisingly okay to me. Alot of people lost weight. Complained it's damn shag. Things along that line. But I didn't lose any weight or things inventorially. Which makes me wonder if I should opt for command school since I'm fine with living life in the outfield. I already opted out for the first one. Two more chances to put a 'yes'. It does sound good when patrol forces outside have to salute you when they card you. Also, I like medieval things. I would love a sword. Then again it's too much work for all these things. And everyone knows I'm lazy. So what I would do is to, I guess, drive around the next time instead of walking around by foot and probably go buy one longsword from caesar store.

    Yeah. Sounds good. Saves lots of troubles. =D


    Day one - 29/4(sat)
    1201
    Marched for about 8km with a hugeass load. Resting now. Ate biscuit. Eating teriyaki chicken pasta now. Without fork and spoon. Squeezing and sucking the food out of the pack. Taste OK. Weird that they are all mashed up.

    1206
    I take back my word. It sucks. If you look inside it's seriously all mashed up. And it's starting to taste awful for some weird reason.

    1222
    Umm. Seriously biscuits taste much much better. Hmmm. I've seen clothes-piercing mozzies, 30cm long, red, plated centipedes as of now.

    1233
    Hmm. There are lots of interesting sackets inside the pack like pocari sweat, lipton, coffeemix etc, but there isn't any hot water and we aren't allowed to boil them as and when we like. There's also malties sweets in every pack. Everyone's sitting around holding their rifles. Eavesdropping, I hear them talking about other companys booking out. It also seems that most people lose track of time when in they are in the army. Everyday feels the same. Doesn't matter if it's a sunday or monday. I'm going to move to the shade.

    1504
    We've pitched out tents. Made to camou on and off. It's really hard to camou when you are sweating. Exactly what JH said. Finally a break now, due to lightning detected. We are all made to rest inside our tents now. I hope there will be lightning storms I'm lazy everyday. I don't mind idling around like this. Haha.

    Day two - 30/4(sun)
    0507
    Woke up by myself every hour through the night. Slightly cold. Right now I'm putting my boots on. Going to the 'toilet' with my buddy.

    0812
    Digging drainage system for our tents. Quite draining, pun intended. The stars were spectacular but somehow it didn't get me wow-ing away. I think I prefer digital art. We had 5bx in the dark. And often you get pricked by thorny bushes, your hands or ass when you are in pushup or crunches position. Brushed teeth. Powder bath(last night). My specs are fogging up already. Resting now.

    0826
    Anyway people say this is the most shag place. I'm ok with it though. It's just that there are lots of bugs(mozzies especially. Every step one takes there will be 10 emerging from the dead leaves and they give chase wherever you move to. They are so desperate that they attempt to bite through clothes.) and centipedes(Really big ones. Red and about 30cmX2cm).

    0909
    Lecture now. hmm. Nothing physically demanding yet. The only difference is we have lecture on the grass/mud patches in the jungle instead of the LT. And that we have to have our rifle, helmet and S.B.O at all times - on us. And yes. Camouflage on always.

    1543
    Interaction with our section commander.

    1703
    Till now, we are still talking.

    1831
    Cooking. I really am in love with the sky. What I did was to lie down on the grass. And in front of you there's this field. So wide it's about the distance from woodlands to marsiling mrt station. No trees, just grass and the sky. Watching the clouds roll by. A massive hemisphere of visual sensation. I've always loved the sky and clouds. And this makes me even more in love with it. Lying down, I shoot up my legs and hands, pointing them to the sky. I can visualize myself walking on clouds. Aaaaaah. This is the most wonderful wonderful thing.

    2020
    Powder bath. Attacked by sandflies in swarms. Everyone. About 3 to 5 bites per second. Everyone's whacking each other on the back, jumping around like hell.

    XXXX
    Swap sleeping buddies. Talking to my collegue who became my section mate. Quite funny that we both have the same habits. Sucking on sackets when dozing off.

    0544
    Writing in the dark. Place is rather foggy.

    Day three - 1/5(mon)
    1217
    Marched to -unnamed-(second) campsite. Damn sandy. I think I would like it better if I wasn't drenched in sweat. Sand gets inside your pants and shirt. And when you run around they keep rubbing against you. And you can't get them out.

    1246
    Lunch. I got a pack of food from a mate.

    1736
    Settled down. We are supposed to do a 2hr shift sentry duty. And take tests. But ir's raining quite heavily now. Lightning thunderstorm. Now we are taking shelter in abandoned shophouses which have been vandalized.

    1755
    Restocked water. Now I realized it's not that silly to fill up your S.B.O with biscuits. When it rains hard and you can't get to your field pack, you have to make do with those you carry with you.

    1758
    Holy crap. I have lots of blueberry and apple energy bars. Damn. As good as not having any rations. Quite lucky that the first one I opened and ate wasn't blueberry. It was 'date' flavoured. Doesn't taste good, but what the hell man, I'm hungry. I mistook 'date' as the expiry date by the way. They print in this format. . And so the one I opened reads something like. Date 01012007. I thought it meant expiry date. Lucky me.

    1914
    Still raining. The lightning is spectacular. Very. It's red and goes across horizontally in a zig zac arc.

    2040
    Raining. Floor wet. Eating dinner in the dark. I think my pants are going to be wet..... And there's lightning still. There's still the sentry thing. Sigh.

    2103
    Eating double rations. Too hungry and cold

    2119
    My shift is at 2300. I wonder what I should do now. Sleep?

    Day four - 2/5(tue)
    0034
    Sentry is really boring. Half an hour to go. Though there's minmal rain, there are still streaks of lightnings.

    0041
    Haha. We are bored people. Another sentry and I are flashing light at each other though we don't even know each other. My shift would be over soon. Battery is dying.

    0048
    Shift is almost over. Low battery, lazy to change. The other guy across is still flashing his torch. Haha.

    0103
    Shift over. Time to sleep. My throat is burning and there's no water. Again.

    0428
    Woke early. It's getting colder. More stars. And I think I saw a shooting star.

    0432
    Not even 5 minutes and this irritating person kept asking for time. So impatient eh. Anyway, I think I prefer the place and stars here because 1)we have no tent 2)less mozzies 3)it's sloped 4)cooling

    0729
    Breakfast was a sad energy bar. My tongue cracked. Been 'eating' straight from drink sackets too much.

    0928
    Someone cocked weapon and refused to own up when check. Now everyone's held back and we can't do anything.

    0956
    Waiting in line for test. Hmm. I wonder if I should get a 9-5 vocation still; I don't feel the need to book out. This is the second week since the last book out and I'm feeling okay still.

    1301
    Fresh rations today. Taogay, fish, chicken, curry, rice. Rather small serving but still, one has to be thankful. There's going to be a shower later and I wonder what it's going to be like. Well at least it's half day off today. I hope it doesn't rain/drizzle today.;

    1654
    We had shower but was made to sit around for quite some time. zzz. Anyway shower was 12/13 boys squatting around 6 taps naked/with underwear and soaping ourselves with cake of soap under a makeshift tent.

    2043
    I think the ground sheet is damn dirty. I lied on it for about a minute with a t-shirt and I'm itching all over. Btw, my ground sheet is 15 years old.

    2238
    Got 'whacked' until damn jialat. Fumbled in the dark for equipment. Pushups and crunches. Leopard crawl as well. All to be done with zero noise. Sweating like mad. Specs fogging so much that I can't see.

    Day five - 3/5(wed)
    0250
    Sentry duties finally. Now as I lay down and look at the sky, I finally can say I'm amazed by the night sky, for once. It seems that I can see the entire constellation in the sky. My first thought was - the sky got holes in it! I think it's going to rain soon. There are streaks of lightning every now and then.

    0300
    It's seriously cold. I can feel the warmth of my torch when I cup the torch as I write so as to comply to what we call, light discipline. Oh yeah. I find it sad that my mate lost our camera. So there are no pictures for us to keep and show others. Sigh.

    0646
    All packed and ready to march to the next campsite. I forgot to 'return' the extra stuff, to send them back to bunk and so I'm carrying extra load.

    0753
    Everyone's assembled and ready to move off.

    1016
    Done marching. Final campsite in this camp.

    1033
    Settled down. I got a spot overlooking the place. Hilly place. Rather okay except that it's not shady.

    1329
    Damn irritating. Wasps and flies flying all around.

    1414
    Loading blanks.

    1633
    Doing some 'drills'

    1722
    Everyone's done firing. The barrel is really hot.

    2009
    We made a birthday 'cake' for our platoon serg.

    2219
    Nightwalk is gay. I can see damn well and I'm falling asleep. So what I did to simulate a more realistic nightwalk was to close my eyes, rest, and hold on to the S.B.O of the guy in front. Ah. I saw fireflies for the first time in my life.

    2301
    Got whacked again. Specs too fogged up.

    Day six - 4/5(thur)
    0426
    I feel so happy. Tomorrow we'll be gonig back to our bunks! Phones, proper shower and food. Finally. I'm actually crying for joy right now in the dark. All that happened, things we did, and now that I look back, feels damn amazing. (The place is rather fogged up right now.) Little things like what we've gone through make people proud of themselves. This really makes me wonder if I should choose hard way out instead of what I would usually do.

    0536
    This is weird. People are still sleeping now. My buddy says that we should go back to sleep since everyone's asleep.

    1437
    My god. Still digging shellscrape. It's hell really. Even with engineered gloves, blisters have already formed on the thumb and ring fingers. I tried using my left hand to swing my tool and almost lost my ear. Also, the boots are really durable. I missed, hit my left foot and thankfully I felt nothing. The boots cracked though. Still digging. More like shattering rocks rather than digging. argh.

    1452
    Got plasters from medic. Wild boar sightning.

    1635
    Done with trench and sandbags finally. Damn warm weather.

    1714
    One more huge ass trench to dig. My turn tor est now though. Anyway it was quite funny earlier on. I've not shat at alll in this entire camp and one officer was trying to psycho me into shitting. He kept telling me, 'You are going to shit..'

    1935
    Still digging with candlelight. Shit man. There's lightning flashing like mad.

    2221
    One more day. Feeling slightly sick.

    2227
    Sleeping in trench. Reminds me of this play, 'the coffin is too big for the hole'. Because I'm big in size, I had to dig extra. Extra wide and extra long. zzzzzzz.

    Day seven - 5/5(fri)
    0424
    It's quite funny. You can see silhouettes. Everyone's like some undead. Disappearing into the ground. Rising from the ground. Anyway I can't sleep. Perhaps it's because it's the last day of the camp. I'm looking forward to going back to the bunk. Get a shower and rest on bed. Proper food too. And also, looking forward to going home tomorrow after 2 weeks of AFH(away from home). Anyway I'm like seated upright in a grave, using a tiny speck of red light and writing away in the dark. Being random here. I'm kinda about the loss of our camera. We look funny after removing camou - People tend to leave traces around the eyes, and hence it seems as though we used eyeliners. Rather gayish looking I would say. It's also quite starnge that the lightning has been flashing for the entire night and yet there's no rain. Anyway, before I slept last night, I was visualizing what it would be like for me to be ina coffin. Skip the part about the insects - I think I've seen enough here. I wonder if there will be anyone at my funeral. Will there be alot of people, or few? Ooh creepy. I see another guy behind seated upright in his 'grave'. Haha.

    0505
    I'm done packing.

    XXXX
    Done with an unnamed course. Where we were made to crawl front and back and having safe(?) explosive triggered around us and machineguns firing away above us.

    1222
    Reached ground floor of bunk.

    1323
    Showered. Unpacking.

    Saturday, May 06, 2006

    fucking weird to see pimple outbreak for the first time in my life.

    after 7 days of camou stuff on your face 24/7, finally, pimples.



    i'm a complete teen!


    okay once is enough.
    my com is going down. it keeps hanging everytime i leave the computer to idle. and i have to whack it physically to get it started. sigh. damn bad timing. can't repair it coz it will take up too much of my book out time and at the same time no one's sure when p5 coms will be out.
    i'm actually feeling rather lazy still, to blog about it.
    okay i'm back. cleaning up my muddy/sandy stuff now. i've finally got pimples elsewhere, other than in the middle of my head. wooo!

    anyway i've recorded all the happenings in the entire camp down in my diary so i'm going to update later.