Wah negative post just now.. now for Positive ones!!!

Hey hey hey!!! Here's a video of a "kidnap" we made for our Ultimate Frisbee Team's Captain! You will be sure to laugh your ass off!!! hahahaah~



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and The Uber-Cool Frisbee E-Poster.... WHOA.

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It's only the fourth week and...

Lessons learnt in the SAF:

1) I will not call Sergeant a Sir, I will not call Sir a Sergeant...
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For quite some time, I have been calling my Platoon Commander a Sergeant... guess what? On the day he was really agitated with my platoon, I did it again. He called me to run up to the 4th floor, with my SBO and two full bottles, and shout the sentence in (1) there.

It's not that I can help it, but my brain has the impression that he is a Hardcore Sergeant, and when he smiles or talks to me, I feel something creeping up my shoulders...

The next victim from my section was worse off... He climbed to the same floor, shouted the sentence out, came down again and shouted the sentence TWENTY TIMES.

Next time I will try replying when I actually think about it.

2) Don't Piss any Sergeant Major off, for he will unleash whoop ass on you.
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On monday, we got the blues, and the Sergeant Major has the fire... We did strenous things with the SBO. Not nice at all... and he can really be the bastard he wants to....

Now the main problem is that he IS the superior I have to talk to about the Company Ultimate Frisbee Tournament... And it's not approved yet... AND I don't even know the proper procedure to propose this competition...

3) Doing anything strenous with SBO or FBO is not fun...
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Imagine doing pushups with extra weights.
Imagine running around with a dumbbell dragging you behind.
Go Figure...

4) Be vigiliant at the Live Range.
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Having live rounds and a rifle doesn't make anyone safe...

5) Never Assume, it makes an Ass out of you...
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-Blah Blah Blah...



What happened to my knee and shoulder:
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Well, after the Live Range, I had wanted to report sick for a cough and running nose that has been going on for two days... After seeing that the most of the people in my platoon are still going strong despite the coughing. I decided not to.

AND GUESS WHAT?

I sprained my knee again...

I was cleaning the fans in the morning, when upon springing down from the bed, I landed on my right knee and sprained it. It felt like the time when I sparred with another person in Judo, and upon doing a leg tripping technique, I concentrated on twisting my body to bring him down.

Guess what. I twisted my knee then.

It felt like my upper leg and lower leg was going to deviate from the normal joint direction it moves in. Quickly applied the R(I)CE method (no ice though), but the damage was done. What careless stuff was I doing man...

Now my right shoulder is hurting like hell. The Analgesic Tincture at home and the Tiger Patches are not working. It is still hurting even as I am typing this...

And this has to happen after I visit my Medical Officer... OF ALL TIMES...


What happened in my platoon:
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The end of the week IS a really bad end of the week. Luckily the range was over by then, or else something bad could really happen.

My section I/C got angry for the first time in four weeks. My section mate, affectionately known as the Geylang King, asked him to fill up his water bottle, and threw the bottle, unfortunately at some part of his hand. Whatever it is, my section I/C said it hurt like hell, and in his anger, threw his bottle on the ground and went off.

Now the Geylang King, upon seeing this, could feel his anger boiling, but he kept it down. The trouble came when we were about to fall in, and about to keep our bunk neat and tidy.

The Geylang King just hanged his clothes outside his wardrobe.

I insisted on him to keep his clothes, but upon refusing, I took the clothes and hung it in my wardrobe. I was about to leave the bunk, when he shouted at me, and holding my wardrobe, he threatened to pull mine down.

I was shocked. This is the first time I got threatened personally by my platoon-mate.

My buddy came in for me and argued on the current situation. But it was all in vain. In the end, we gave him back his clothes and crossed our fingers, hoping our superiors would not catch us for this.

The impulsiveness of him still carried on, up til the part my platoon was marching very ahead of me into the wild. Geylang King insisted on helping me on, but the progress went slower. Being the logical me, I insisted on him letting me go, but he, who is stubborn, is stubborn.

He, who thinks he's always right.

People in the platoon are getting heated over him.

Of course, on last Friday and Saturday people are still having heated arguements, up til the point of my book out today. What the Hell............

The second book in...

I have one thing to declare.

I love to SLEEP.

I need 8 hours of sleep to keep me in a good mood.

If not, I will go paranoid and think of crazy crap like smacking someone's asses or pushing people down in assumed urgency. Most of the time, I do them too.

The SAF now owes me 21 hours of sleep. I got some of them back by sleeping 10 hours each day when I book out. But, with the fact that my friday book outs are no more (indefinite at the most), and next week's live range eating away a few more hours of my sleep time each day...

The Blur Cock King is getting revived again...

Anyways, We did some simulated shooting last week, missing out on a lot of PT. I can feel my muscles getting softer and softer... And my cardio is getting sucky too...

And at the simulated shooting, I nearly cocked up man... My eyesight got real blurred on the last day of the shooting, and I have to drop out. Thank god the second time, I can at least get a good look on my targets even though they look blurred.

Of course, most of my platoon mates are happy they don't have to exercise as much, but I hope they know that it might get ugly when we kanna punishments....

On other news, I have been pressing the Sports I/C of my company to propose a event on Ultimate Frisbee. Had a tough time, but after little talk with my superior, he actually supported it! He actually made a dicussion with the others who have finished the shooting. What I heard from my friends was something like this... (I failed the first shooting, remember?)

Company-Mates: Blah... Blah... How about captain's ball?

Superior: Blah... Blah... Try Ultimate Frisbee, it's more challenging than Captain's Ball... Blah... Blah...

Company-Mates: Ah...

That's what I can garner... Just hope that my company mates are really motivated to play this sport, because there is also the Soccer and Basketball Tournaments. Added with the facts that I have to actually teach them how to play frisbee and getting the NUMBER of Frisbees could actually affect my Financial Burden indeed, I wonder how this is gonna work out.

Right now, I am writing the Laymen of LAYMEN's Terms on how to play frisbee. And given the limits on how much space I can do it on (A4 size), THIS IS REALLY GIVING ME A REAL HEADACHE...

One of my company sergeants actually knows about this sport, but all he can talk to me about is airbrushing... And he's not even in my platoon!!!

I seriously need help...

Just a little reminder to me and Ultimate Frisbee fans down there....

8 more DAYS to SING OPENS!!!






Interested?? They are playing at Marina South next saturday and sunday!!!!!

Wanna See them? I swear you'll be blown away by how they PLAY!

Now... let me get the place where they play... heh heh

A Civilian's Life

When I went for Nigel's 21st Birthday and was on Weiliang's car to catch , I realised I missed out quite a lot on my life....

Enjoying a great party at east coast yesterday, chatting up with friends, fellow botak friends, and sharing experiences from the previous obese batch is very enlightening.

Caught a movie, Harold and Kumar go to White Castle... Not a bad show, but the i think the army has made my sense of humor go lower than usual...

Time to go back to my usual disciplined lifestyle today... let's hope the bookouts does not affect me when I go back in Tekong, or else, it's HALF LEFT DOWN......

3 weeks in BMT

*** A little army lingo here, so bear with me... :-) ***

Wah, I actually survived for 3 weeks in SAF!

Let's see.... what happened...

A lot of people i know are near my Company, old and new.

At least the place doesn't get too lonely when you turn around in the cookhouse, and get to wink at someone that you know.

Mr G0dspeed is in the same platoon as me, my secondary schoolmate lives in the same bunk as me, and Jason, who can't pass his 2.4 (muahhaah) is staying in the same block as me. Still got a lot more... but if I continue writing, this might become a novel... hahha

And Horrors of Horrors!!! My Platoon Sargeant is my classmate in Sec 1! Took me quite a while to recognise him, and when I did, my platoon mates were already egging me... Extremely stressed.... but just before the confinement period ended, The feeling just faded away, which feels kind of good.

My Platoon Commander is a battle dwarf. First two weeks, He was always looking us down like we are trash, but he got nicer just before the bookout too. Scary feeling, but it is great to take off the heavy sack off my back.

The training is still tolerable... Guess it's the way of progressive training, and I can manage 15 standard pushups!!! and 40 crunches!

Living in the bunks is comfortable, maybe those with outgoing lifestyles like Weiliang may go crazy, but seriously, if given a choice, I would want to continue living in the camp just like that. All the basic needs are met, and it feels just like a second home. haha...

And guess what? I'm chosen as one of the four AAR I/Cs! It's something like blogging here, only with a little military sense.

This also caused a little bit of stress to me. You see, the Platoon Commander also reads this. Very stress, because one post caught his eye, and he talked to the platoon with a stern tone, demanding for the writer of that post. I was out in Singapore at that time for a medical appointment, so the whole platoon thought I wrote it at that point of time.

And the 'arrowing' begins. So does the stress. But after I got the AAR book on the next day... CHARLIE BROWN!!! I'm not Guilty LAH!

Also, one of our platoon mates got a little crazed and booked out on parent's visiting day. Apparently, after injuring his back, he keeps complaining about it and has a lot of suicidal thoughts...

Right now, he's AWOL, meaning that he doesn't give a shit about SAF, and goes missing in tekong without telling anything. But if he comes back, we would LOVE a Blanket Party or sorts....

On the other hand, one of us got a knee injury and his specialists opted for him to go out of training. That means he can't complete his BMT, but he has to stay with us and do whatever the storeman tells him. Super sad.

I almost went into that state, and the only difference was that the doctor asked whether I can cope with it.

Right now...I'm still pressing on... the painkillers are helping... which is good because I don't wince a bit every time I walk. I want to give it my best shot.

Also I kanna platoon offender with Peter, because in the haste of completing something in very little time, our signatures were out of regulations. Heard from my friends that it means signing for extra guard duties, either that, or the being easily arrowed type.

Stressed.......