Got a lot to think about recently. What with my new (not so new) posting to training school and the start of a year with recruits and officers to be :)

Well, I'm running short of time now, got a timing to meet. So the details will be up later. I doubt no one reads this but it's just a proper channel to type every single crap and shit i think about/ bothers me on cyberspace (less the sensitive military stuffs) rather than bottle everything up in me.

ciao.

Things happened so quickly recently I hardly get to catch my breathe. Some things I don't even feel like talking about. Though I felt obliged typing some here... idk why. wth.

Life as an instructor's going to end. Life as a baby sitter coming up. Not going to be nice.. less sleep than ever before. Previously we had so little sleep was because we would hit the gym, play ultimate frisbee and other sports till around 9 plus, then go to the mess to hang out, before going back to our bunks. Now we have to accompany recruits from the second they wake up till the retire to their bunk to wash up and prepare for the next day. Is this what my 7 months of training is worth? Baby sitting recruits and filling up booklets for them so that they can go to their next unit. What happened to the top 20% best in knowledge that got posted to Training Institute? Why did I study my platoon combat knowledge so hard for? To be a damn instructor, a weapon spec. NOT some baby sitter for God's sake...


:(
And I'll miss my fellow instructors...

Since I've stopped learning piano from a teacher due to my national service...
I think I should really take this time (about 1.5 years) to polish my skills. Learn a few crazy ass piece that I've always said I want to (but never did).

I shall burn through, slowly, but accurately.
1) one-winged angel - and master it properly. Befitting of Sephiroth.
2) those who fight - I know I've been saying I'm going to learn these two songs since eons, but i never found the finger dexterity to. :(

well, good luck to me.
I shall go watch Glee. :)

Last week of basic section leader course. I still can't shake off the feeling that I might get posted back to Alpha coy for Advance section leader course... I don't want to come back.

But I will miss my section mates. :(

Shit. book in time.

Haven't post here for quite a bit. Being in the army kinda sucks all thhe energy out of you, But you really think about less things, though things are different in outfield - you think about stuffs, your mind tends to wander.

"I can always hear the intro of 'When it rains' when it rains in outfield. "

The lack of songs I like during my stay is driving me crazy, my bunk mates don't udnerstand that. They have mp3, they won't share it, because if they ever did, I would put paramore and anberlin in a playlist and repeat.shuffle it. =/

They hate paramore, they like metal, hiphop - thrash.

That's why they don't understand how happy I get when Brick by Boring Brick played on 98.7 that night. Right before I went to bed.

I have these uncertainties about going to command school - whether I'll make it there in the first place, or whether I'll survive there.

I want to go ocs. =D

Sunday morning burnt doing university scholars programme application. I don't think I'll get in either. Wrote a crappy essay and a description of persoanl qualities and aspirations.

Gotta go find scores. bye.

Hahaha, fruits are the best =D
book in tonight, book out sat morning/noon. After that, change out of uniform and shop at Jurong Point =D

4 days! Let's hope everyone wake up their idea. and let's hope i can communicate better with my bunkmates!
We shall aim for best section, it would be cool if best pt, best shot, best trainee came from our section. So let's work hard together.

Damnnn, my morale's so high now. LOL.

How the hell can we get into Guards after OCS? I heard they do coastal hook and heli-assault operations. <3
Just.like.Black.Hawk.Down. gawk.
hahahahah.
Okay, I shall go chill lax and not be a com addict.
bye civilisation!
i'll be back! =D

Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief is awesome. HAHAHAH.