Band ain't as exciting as I thought I would be. It's only day 2, I'm zonked.

Ok, my batch people are fine, my staff sgts (not going to spell that, annoying to spell) are.. so so. It's damn annoying to greet all those people. What ranks, what names, what these what that. Blegh. So what we try to do, is avoid all of them totally. Can "siam", then "siam".

Anyway, nothing much's been done for these two days. Only gotten my uniforms, i.e the No. 1s and No.2, which is my ceremonial uniform and the concert attire. Not that I'll be having much chances to wear them for concerts, but it's still damn stylo, as Azhar puts it.

Oh, one last thnig before I end thi short post. I'm a reserve for NDP fanfare. Haha, Not that I'll be going for the actual thing cos I hardly think that any one will actually forfeit that day. I mean, it's DAMN grand. Ah well. Better than nothing.

Time to go do more army stuff.. Doh.

Till again.

Suddenly, I had something to blog about again.

As a blogger myself, I read blogs too. Voyeuristic, interests, boredom, blah blah blah we read blogs.

There a few kinds of blogs that I read and don't read.

Firstly , there's the kind of blogs I'm obliged to read, cos they're my friends, and I mean, it's only nice to see what they say, in case they start asking, "eh eh, did you read my blog? what do you think abt.." So and so. There's nothing much really wrong with these blogs, nor any of the other that I'm going to mention about, especially if they're my friends cos most of my friends write very well.

Then, there's the blogs that I read cos I'm curious. These blogs belong to friends whom I've not met for a while and wonder how's their lives been. As usual, some of their blogs would onclude absolutely nothing about their lives, like mine, but random rantings. So I'll need to siphon some nitty gritty stuff and try to picture how they're doing. And also, these bloggers display a totally different personality on the blogosphere as to theirs in real life. Kinda like me, except its not me.

Next, there's the whoa blogs. These blogs are my must read, cos they say things that make me think, and hey, I've only got less than 4 of these for me to read. These bloggers rock. They can put simple things and make them unique. Now that's a skill. I used to aim to be like them, but gave up. I'll blog my way.

Lastly, there's the absolutely nonsensical blogs that I wonder why I even bother reading. Half their posts are analogical, theoratical, and based on examples that makes me feel like the posts are going anywhere. I read them to see if they ever get out that way of blogging, or if anyone bothers to tell them. And yes, I read it cos I try to see if I'm really stupid that I don't understand, or the person is really really complex.

Oh, and I only read blogs of people that I know, or recommended. Xiaxue does not count.

I think this blog is my only source of pride and joy. Yep, I'm proud to have kept this blog alive for all this while, though the praise-worthy posts are less than 20 or 10. But at least I'm satisfied with my posts. There's been loads of posts, all the different kinds and my style of blogging changed.

But I realised, that if there's one thing that I'll never blog about, that would be my love life. I've no idea why, but I just don't like the idea of people knowing too much. I've read blogs where proclaims of love screams off the screens. Yeah, these people are passionate. Some are sweet, so are diabetic.

But anyhow, I think blogs make people grow. And just like a diary, it's always sweet to look back on the events you've written before, and smile. Like heck, I never knew blogging would be so enjoyable. Like music, it's one of the greatest things that's ever happened to me. All hail blogs!

Haha.

Nuts.

Oh yes. There's one more thing I so wanna COMPLAIN about. I am damn damn damn disappointed I didn't receive the colours award thingy. IT'S UNFAIR!
It's ok, as I repeated to a gazillion poor souls who I complained to, I apologised to them again if they're reading this again, that if only the Exco and the SLs receive the awards. It's justified. They do more work than us. Duh, give them an award!(ala "give the man a tiger!")

But.. they chose to give other people too. And I'm not chosen. DAMMIT! Like why? I'm commited, I'm passionate, I'm devoted, I never skip practice, I give all out, and some people whom I shall not name who skip pracs (no it's not you chris, both christopher and christine), and all that jazz get the award. NONSENSE!

Unfair unfair unfair unfair.

Ok maybe I'm being sour. But I've a reason to be.

Annoying.

Till again.

Ok, after BMT ended, there are a few things, that are now either essential, or useless to a NSman.

Useless item big on the list would be the comb.

Have been seeing my comb being left on the cupboard, for such a long time, that dust collects AROUND the comb. Running the comb thru short hair is as good as turning on an unplugged computer. So, I'm yearning for the day my hair grows again. I NEED to conceal my hairline. Damn herditary genes.

Essential big on the list would be shaver, and body spray thingys, and cap for me.

Nuts, seems that after going to Tekong, there's a stetch that follows after sweat, and I sweat quite alot these days. I think it's the food over there, with their disgusting veggies that mutate our genes to make our sweat stinky. And hair seems to grow even more rampant anywhere else i.e. the upper and lower lips, instead of the head. Blegh. And to cap(pun, weak though..) it all off, a cap of sort to hide my ugly hair. Was considering a bandanna, till someone convinced me I'll look like a some sickly person esp with my skinny frame.

Anyway, got my posting today, and proud to say, I got posted to SAF band. I hope I'll get to stay there, cos I ain't exactly one of the better players now, and I've got to say, I pretty much suck. So let's hope I'll do good, and at least I'll be continuing my band life for a few moments more. And I'll get to work with Zat again. Yay. Provided he don't ORD before I get into the band. Hmm.

Mundanity strikes.
An issue bugging me: shoud I get an 4GB iPod Nano, at $403? Or a second hand (quite scratched) 6GB iPod Mini at $130? Ah, the troubles the young have to go through these days. Terrible. Ah well, I hope someone can help me with this decision; so far I've gotten a few nods for the Nano, and my wallet pleads for the Mini.

I'll blog some other time, the com's blinking and flickering at me. Annoying.

Till again.

Nonsense, as I say it...

"When you breath, you inspire. When you do not breath, you expire."
"H2O is hot water, and CO2 is cold water"
"To collect fumes of sulphur, hold a deacon over a flame in a test tube"
"When you smell an oderless gas, it is probably carbon monoxide"
"Nitrogen is not found in Ireland because it is not found in a free state"
"Water is composed of two gins, Oxygin and Hydrogin. Oxygin is pure gin. Hydrogin is gin and water."
"Three kinds of blood vessels are arteries, vanes and caterpillars."
"Blood flows down one leg and up the other."
"Respiration is composed of two acts, first inspiration, and then expectoration."
"The moon is a planet just like the earth, only it is even deader."
"Artifical insemination is when the farmer does it to the cow instead of the bull."
"Dew is formed on leaves when the sun shines down on them and makes them perspire."
"A super-saturated solution is one that holds more than it can hold."
"Mushrooms always grow in damp places and so they look like umbrellas."
"The body consists of three parts- the brainium, the borax and the abominable cavity. The brainium contains the brain, the borax contains the heart and lungs, and the abominable cavity contains the bowls, of which there are five - a, e, i, o, and u."
"The pistol of a flower is its only protections against insects."
"The alimentary canal is located in the northern part of Indiana."
"The skeleton is what is left after the insides have been taken out and the outsides have ben taken off. The purpose of the skeleton is something to hitch meat to."
"A permanent set of teeth consists of eight canines, eight cuspids, two molars, and eight cuspidors."
"The tides are a fight between the Earth and moon. All water tends towards the moon, because there is no water in the moon, and nature abhors a vacuum. I forget where the sun joins in this fight."
"A fossil is an extinct animal. The older it is, the more extinct it is."
"Many women belive that an alcoholic binge will have no ill effects on the unborn fetus, but that is a large misconception."
"Equator: A managerie lion running around the Earth through Africa."
"Germinate: To become a naturalized German."
"Liter: A nest of young puppies."
"Magnet: Something you find crawling all over a dead cat."
"Momentum: What you give a person when they are going away."
"Planet: A body of Earth surrounded by sky."
"Rhubarb: A kind of celery gone bloodshot."
"Vacumm: A large, empty space where the pope lives."
"Before giving a blood transfusion, find out if the blood is affirmative or negative."
"To remove dust from the eye, pull the eye down over the nose."
"For a nosebleed: Put the nose much lower then the body until the heart stops."
"For drowning: Climb on top of the person and move up and down to make artifical perspiration."
"For fainting: Rub the person's chest or, if a lady, rub her arm above the hand instead. Or put the head between the knees of the nearest medical doctor."
"For dog bite: put the dog away for sevral days. If he has not recovered, then kill it."
"For asphyxiation: Apply artificial respiration until the patient is dead."
"To prevent contraception: wear a condominium."
"For head cold: use an agonizer to spray the nose until it drops in your throat."
"To keep milk from turning sour: Keep it in the cow."


Till again.

So my phase of this stage of life has ended. BMT has officially come to an end.

But it's one of the most meaningless, and insulting thing at times to me. Probably I'm one of the only source of how PES C recruits' life is about.

But firstly, sorry about the month long break of missing entries. I'm usually gaming away or sleeping at my weekends out.

Anyway, PES C is nothing much about military training really, it's more about labour and house-husbands in the making. We do a hell load of more area cleaning and shitwork like cleaning up more areas such as the lecture theatre, the parade square and all that nonsense more than anyone else. I mean, if we're not combat fit, why not freaking shorten BMT and let us get on with our lives? Ah nuts, I think that's how the nation saves money, by using us recruits to do the work. Like duh, free labour right at their beck and call. Refuse, and you're charged for insubordination. What more can you ask for?

It was quite insulting to me, when we were told to pick up leaves and weeds between the cracks of the parade square infront of the whole school 2 when they were having their P.O.P rehearsals. Hell, if it's isn't enough for people to be calling us "chao keng", the last thing we want is for people to see us as labourers, or "siakang warriors" as my platoon mates call themselves.

And it wasn't very nice the way they had planned the passing out ceremony for us. Hell, if we're not entitled to a parade due to some injuries some of us suffer, at least, at the very least, make an effort to let us be in the army uniform, not the the admin attire(i.e. grey tee shirt and shorts), and for goodness sake, at some place more respectable than the lecture theatre at my company line?

Its stupid and meaningless. What's the point I ask, for us to just sit in the LT, and listen to our Officer in Charge talk about things he mentioned about a gazillion times everytime he speaks to us, and then dismiss us after the award presentation, in which the whole process took less than half an hour? Heck, the Commanding Officer didn't even bother to make it for our POC. And they say PES C are as important as the other PES status people.

PES C isn't the hardest thing in BMT, freak, it's the easiest thing in BMT. But I don't know, it seems to me like by being in a inferior PES status strips one of all his dignity. People look down on us, we're not given a hoot besides from our sergeants, we're embarassed to do nonsense work infront of the whole school2, we're treated like unsightly things to be hidden away, so is BMT worth it?

Nuts. The only saving grace is my section and some platoon people, and my platoon commanders.

Ah well. I think this blog's on the verge of either getting revivied, or sent to permanent stagnant status.

Till again.