This week was slack. Well at least it was more relaxing, and the week passed by very quickly too. On Monday we are having live range practice. We are going to fire the M203 grenade launcher and the LAW Armbrust anti-tank weapon at the Pasir Laba range at SAFTI. Yeah, if you haven't realised, I'll be travelling to Tekong on Sunday and on Monday morning, I'll be taking a bus right back to SAFTI, which is 5 mins from my house. Talk about wasting time... argh nevermind. I'm thinking of starting an official alumni band in Pioneer, but i have yet to sort out stuff like budget and membership. If I really want this thing to take off, I would need the cooperation of everyone, and their promise to be committed to the band. It ain't going to be easy, I know because I have experienced it firsthand. Oh well, we'll see in 2 years time. Savant at 4/25/2004 10:12:00 am ; (0) comments Friday night... A glass wall appeared on my left. Everything around me was white, save for the glass wall. As I walked past, people started appearing behind the glass. Suddenly the scene changed. It was band practice! I recognized those people, they were my seniors, my friends and people whom I've always enjoyed having around. They were all there, smiling at me from behind the glassy obstruction. They were beckoning me to join them, but I could not. Somehow in my dream, my CCA wasn't band. Instead, it was some cheesy military CCA. I felt so far from them, yet at the same time, a strong emotional bond was felt. As I walked down further, something else happened, she suddenly appeared. Now how she'd fit into that scene I did not know, but nevertheless, I was overjoyed to see her. She ran up to me, with a brass trumpet in her hands. As she ran, she tried in vain to play the trumpet. But it was a nice and heartwarming sight. Alas she was beside me, she handed me the trumpet and beckoned me to play. I complied.... Soon everyone was waving and smiling again, trying to get me through a small door through the glass wall. But I could not. No matter how much my heart wanted, how much my mind willed, I could not. I don't know why. It was sad seeing her go. That moment when she sat beside me felt like eternity. It was as if all the worries and troubles I've ever had had been evaporated. Savant at 4/18/2004 05:03:00 am ; (0) comments Feel so tired. Ate too much yesterday. Had lunch with Gabriel at this German restaurant at Millenia Walk. The sausages were quite good. Met my parents thereafter for dinner at Marche. Think I'm gonna get fat. Booking in at 2130hrs. Feeling so weak and shit. Gonna be a long weekend again. Argh. It sucks when you have loads of free time to do nothing, and it sucks too, to be doing so many things. But if I could choose, I'd rather have free time to do whatever i want yeah? Bummer.... still haven't packed my bag. Argh, wanna sleep... but I'm fraid i might have to rush later. Decisions.... Crap I think I'll take a nap now... see you all in a weeks time. Savant at 4/11/2004 05:06:00 pm ; (0) comments 4 Days in SISPEC.... It has been quite an interesting experience. Needless to say, the first day was the worst. The feeling of dread, of misery, and sadness was always around. The buildings were shabby with many non-functioning toilet cubicles. When night came, the mosquitoes came too. You look at the spotlight and see insects flying around, lizards everywhere. Then you remember the numerous lizard droppings in your bunk. Not a very nice feeling. Moving on. The next few days were much better. Had plenty of lectures and very little excercise. I realised that in SISPEC, the sergeants treat you with more respect. Probably that's because you are going through a course, and they are there as guides rather than trainers. I began to get used to life in SISPEC. I guess menial things like lousy accommodation ain't really such a big deal. Many people were disappointed too, being posted to SISPEC. Its true when we say that most of the people who went to OCS really did not deserve it. I guess that's why we are here. We are the ones who will eventaully be the link between the men and officers. We are the ones who really know our men and fight alongside with them, while the officer sits in a room planning missions. We have pride in ourselves. Lousy accommodation? Doesnt' matter. Lousier pay? Doesn't matter. We lead with pride and we overcome adversity with our fighting sprit, while at the same time, fighting alongside our men. Men whose lives depend on us, and men who we, as section commanders, depend our lives on... Savant at 4/09/2004 04:01:00 pm ; (0) comments So I began SISPEC training tomorrow. Farewell You know what. I realised I made you lose face. I had no idea. I was blind, dumb, and ignorant. I'm so sorry I made you lose face. Savant at 4/04/2004 10:22:00 pm ; (0) comments Guess what? I'm posted to SISPEC! How great is that!? Not only do I get to ride on the extremely comfortable MRT for 1 hour again, I can visit my sergeants once more.... AT TEKONG!!!! Oh yes not to mention the endless fastcraft rides, reminding you of your inevitable journey into the nice sunny island of TEKONG... beautiful fucking TEKONG island. Just beautiful! Its just great news.... such fucking great fucking news.... Another one of those times when life tells you that, no matter how hard you try, you will eventually get screwed upside down. It doesn't matter if you tried like fuck and got a gold award when you are of an average silver standard, it doesn't matter that you acted yourself during sit test instead of being a fucking actor and trying to "show " """leadership""" to the testers. Nothing matters.... The only way you are going to succeed in life is by faking it, or cheating or whatever. Once when we were young, we compared toys. As we got older we compared grades... Now we are going to compare our vocations. Most likely those who made it to OCS (with their superior leadership qualities, i must strongly stress it again), are going to get better jobs in the future. My dad's disappointed, my mum's disappointed. Everything has gone on a downward spiral since JC. Everything. Now this, this shit... What a joke.... Savant at 4/02/2004 10:50:00 am ; (0) comments
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