...a breath for reminiscence, and back to reality...

Wow... Its seriously been a long long time when I was last here. One day before enlistment, till now, when I'm long out of BMT. Hmm, the blogging scares also make me think twice before I dare post anything here.. oh well.

BMT, came and go just like that. That's easy to say when you're looking back actually. In the midst of it, I'll never ever say that.

Well, it wasn't that bad actually. Although I was in the Pes C batch, being in Mohawk Coy actually made up for the supposedly slackness due to excluded training programmes. The infamous Mohawk Coy... Hmm, but its thru hardship and endurance that a person is changed for the better, physically and mentally. The guys there are nice, instructors arnt that bad after all, except for a few which no one likes.

But one thing Tekong does to you.. is increase your knowledge, and widen your vocab of many fanciful vulgarites of a range of dialects... of which some are particularly the favourites. Its actually kinda brainwashy... If you're not careful, somehow or rather, you'll discover yourself adding them to your daily conversation.
I wonder if SISPEC actually does have a pre-requisite to understand and use this complex way of communication, or they actually have a course for those who cannot grasp the intricacies of this fine art, despite constant direct exposure.

Or maybe, its time I say... Welcome to the real world.

Fun, or rather.. memorable I should say, definitely was field camp. One week before it, I was getting kinda worried, cos the skies doesnt seem very cooperative. The worst thing to happen in a field camp... is rain. Yeah, and my biggest nightmare came thru... straight during our route march there. Well, it didnt end there... morning thunderstorms came on 2 consecutive days. It did save us from 5BX and long runs with your dreaded wife, but the price for the exchange was high. SAF groundsheets can never be trusted, and if you're thinking of backing it up with their poncho... forget it. So, the roof of my basha was practically... useless. Thunderstorm was quite bad.. and I almost thought I'd turn unconscious due to hypothermia after rolling about in that sandpit for bout 2 hrs with a thunderstorm raging above. It reminded me of the time I went New Zealand in winter, but this time with a drenched no.4.

Then came the last day, where suddenly everyone's morale was so high. Everyone just wanted to get out of that God-forsaken place. Yeah, and some people just had to spoil the mood by not covering the shit hole. So... there was shit everywhere, and thats what we got in return too. There came our string of punishments, with a finale of the unforgettable full field pack over the head, followed by a run around the compound with our beloved wife held high up. My hands almost came off...
But overall, it was a good experience... Endure & Excel!

Enough of BMT... Finally out of that dreaded island. Now I'm posted for a 4 month course. Logistics side, training to be a CQMS. Job sounds kinda stressful... and stocktaking's gonna be my forte 2 years down the road. lol

Now I'm back to the reality of life, which is you never have enough time. Now I understand what's it like to go to work, and come back with so many things you wanna do, but just can't. Its so much more different in school. Somehow, you'll still be able to squeeze time out to do the things you want back then. Like go back early, or skip a couple of lectures, hide in the library and surfing the net.. Now its really hard. I miss those days. Simply just can't wait to go back to school and study.

Last Sat went to play some pool... and tregedy struck. The joint protector screw broke inside the cue joint... and my heart was almost torn apart. Ok, abit too drama. Well, something of that kinda feeling. All cos of my stupidity. Heard a crack sound, and I turned it even harder. Hmm... thankfully, my dad managed to unscrew it. *Whew* But spoiling things is also a good thing, if you look in another angle. It gives you a reason to buy a new one. =D
Mezz PowerBreak... that's a dream.. but currently no $$
SAF's allowance is just enough for food and transport.

I want more time... more time... more time

Wished I could play more on the piano... Wanna start playing jazz, which is like a formidable mountain waiting to be conquered.
Wished I had more time to read novels, read books on certain subjects.
Wished I had more time so I can learn how to drive.
Wished I had more time to play pool.. like the days before enlistment.
And I hope I'll spend more time with God despite this hectic life.

^Caleb out

9 balls Still THE game