i'm closing this blog down...it has served its purpose and should rightly expire at its due date.

i know the video is hm...of sensitive content but it's just i can't resist...bear with me.

Blogdrive is screwing up......my navigation side bar decided to disappear and leave only a "memo pad" ...the irony. and now i cant type in my own tag board....graa...so who's random heart? i can't stand the suspense...

Aljunied just HAD to be PAP's. Damn. Oh well, fellow countrymen, another half a decade's worth of PAP then. Only 2 bloody seats, what's the point. 82 v 2. Is this mandate strong enough PAP?

-i prostitute myself to the SAF for their use and disposal. dignity is all but lost. this clandestine tragedy- 

IT'S ALIVE!!! Yeah, okay...so I took a break longer than most (or is it most of the few?) would like, but look who's counting... Yes, I'm 19 still a V.I.R.G.I.N. unlike some of the few of my friends. Yes, I think I'm officially going to get my first stripping, tao-poking, pillaring and what teenage what-have-yous at the course cohesion barbeque tomorrow. Yes, I have decided to take the vow/s of celibacy and pledge to abstain from erections (this is going to be difficult) masturbation, wet dreams, pornography,  high libido and all things pertaining in any remote way in no random preference, to um...activities of the corporeal variety. Pathetic you say? Well you can shove that thought up your ass because being a swinging bachelor does have its perks, like sitting here writing a blog entry to no one in particular on your birthday. Wow. Now that was coarse.

A little update before Jewel In the Palace airs. I'm posted to Ayer Rajah Camp- OETI- EWTW- Small Arms. I am now in the process of learning how to repair well, small arms naturally and stuff like that. Have done the GPMG, M203, SAR21, Pen Gun so far...Am I actually allowed to divulge camp activities on the net? Hm....Well, I'll know if I get sued by Mindef, SAF, PAP and any other political party that has nothing better to do than sue a clueless teenager for typing random letters in upper case for no particular reason than to get sued by Mindef, SAF, PAP and any other politcal party that has nothing better to do than sue.

Tomorrow, I'm going to meet the MO to get my specialist's letter endorsed. Hopefully, he wouldn't give me a migrain and I can leave the place knowing I can be downgraded. And stop shaking your heads. Screw NS and OCS.

At least my coursemates are interesting enough and there are people I can relate to. Or at least I think I can relate to. Anxiety abound.

But you know what would be the greatest present of all? To receive a certain epistle that will make all my dreams come true and allow me the opportunity to sing 'the hills are alive with the sound of music' everyday, minus the rolling green hills and warm spring sun of course. Just this once, let me be lucky.

Hm...surprised that I'm here at such an odd time? Don't be, because officially, I'm what the SAF terms as "Out of Training" or colloquially: Permanent Saikang Warrior. Okay, so it's disheartening that I cannot pass out of the wonderful Orion Company (and I mean it- it changed my perspectives about NS, slightly) and I have to rot my socks off in the dreary company office and in addition to that, act as a surrogate maid/servant/slave/cleaner/telephone operator AND worst of all, a recourse. But that aside, at least now I have a shot at an administrative vocation or the MDC or the SAF band instead of command school as a major option. And for those sneering out there, Singapore has a conscript army, ergo, some of us are here on a national obligation with no willingness on our part to perpetually roll in the mud and be subjected to regimental torment like our mammalian cousins of the porcine variety. It must also be said that I did not attain such a status on purpose. My original intention was to actually complete BMT and be done with it once and for all, instead I now have to contend with a delayed re-BMT which honestly, is not very exciting. By some horrible trick someone out there played on me, I aggravated an injury during training I sustained prior to enlistment AFTER the medical examiniation. Hence, the ligament in my left shoulder region is sheared/torn/strained and due to the length of such an injury, it of course would be described as a chronic condition by my orthopaedic surgeon (yes, I now have one too and no, not at the -god forbid- medical centre). And by the sheer impatience of the meddling Medical Officer, he merely sniffed at my appointment card and grandly issued me my O.O.T. status. The medical centre is really amazing, wait for 2h, see the MO for 10s and wait another 2h for medication, full of poor service and medical officers who really cannot be bothered with stricken recruits, dishing out status slips and discourtesy with a dismissive wave of the hand along with their trademark sneering look. It is thus expected they cannot seem to find it in them to tear their eyes away from their illegible scribbling and prescribe with such alcrity, our status.

If it is any comfort, a 8-5 job is suddenly on the horizon and much eagerly awaited for. Now all I need are just the necessary certificates to authenticate my injury to be presented before a medical board. On that point, it is nice to note that I am more often than not, ignored at Ayer Rajah Camp, especially since my course has not started yet and therefore am reduced to doing mundane, redundant administrative tasks which can be completed in a mere hour so the rest of the day is spent rotting, waiting for the time to escape from my prison. 

Yes. I am FINALLY back. Tanned, leaner (= I am not thin and flabby anymore which is good) with only a cry of hair on my head. Going to book in tonight. But meanwhile, I have do a personal write-up about myself. So here I am to escape to escape all that. Memoirs of a Geisha was nice, Narnia was okay. I had no time to meet up as many people as I would like and wished I did not have the time to meet the people I don't. The cookhouse food is really boring after awhile and the crabroll today can be the sotong-cake tomorrow and the prawn-roll the next day. It's quite clever actually, how they deceive people, or we're too stupid to notice. Either that, or we just can't be bothered after IPPT training, IFC, Stand by Area, PTs, 30:60s, AGR, Foot Drills half-naked for half an hour and fully clothed for the next, endless marching, repeated regimentation and strictly sordid discipline. And from today on, I believe the shit will begin now. NOW!!! But I'll confirm again next week.......we'll see....till then..wish me luck.

okay...prom was exciting- it was my FIRST social event on such a grand scale...pathetic, i know.....realised that clothes really do make the man/woman....took many photos....ate funny food.....watch ppl make a fool of themselves on stage ....learnt that thrusting hips actually constituted part of 'dancing' ... okay...enough about prom....am now in Germany, Mainz to be exact.... sitting here in a 0oC room blogging...hahahaha..it's 6pm here now..and it's like pitch black already...winter rox.... bleh...i need to recover from jet lag...okay ppl...hv fun! shall never see me till like after blasted BMT next year......

It's official. As are over, now's the time to prostrate myself before some omnipresent being and devote my soul in fervor for a miracle to await me when  Feb/March 2006 arrives. Moderation God, I am thy devotee. Bless me with all the As I need to last me a lifetime.

That aside, after Bio paper 1 on Thursday- which was disheartening- TSF, est and I watched Harry Potter: The Goblet Of Fire and we arrived at the following conclusions: 1) Hermione wore a rag to the ball 2) Daniel Radcliff is probably not going to get an Oscar nomination, ever. 3) Don't watch a movie with Marlom, he does the stupidest things at the most inappropriate times. After Hermione, in her excellent thespian ways collapsed against a pillar saying emphatically, "Everything's going to change isn't it, Harry?" and then some nonsense about writing letters every week, the credits rolled. (it'll be quite funny if I actually stopped here.) The muggle trio that was us waited, by Est's insistence, for the end of the credits. When we realised that the movie was devoid of perfunctory cleaners, we did a very bad thing after that. We sneaked into another theatre to watch Zathura. Zathura was rather interesting, though a tad superficial. I find it amazing that a couch can actually undergo combustion in a vacuum, but such is the state of horrendous movie physics, it's useless to split hairs over it. Besides, we were so convulsed with laughter at our guts that everything seemed hilarious. I know, we're just pathetic this way. It can't be helped if as elites, we have not been tempted into any form of vice except pre-marital sex, cigarettes, the occasional gamble and alcohol abuse.

When Zathura closed happy and nice, we made our escape to the exit and exclaimed what an urban adventure that was. Imagine that, $2.15 for TWO movies. Isn't that a steal.    

It's amazing I'm actually blogging AGAIN after two days.