I nearly had to rush back to camp today.
All because one of my trusted colleagues told my superiors that I finished my Medical Appointment early, I had to explain my situation before I can finally relax and book in later tonight.
Never trust anyone in the army.
In other news...
I think I've been losing sight of my goals. Oh man, it's been a while since I've touched a frisbee, and played Ultimate freely. Chao Keng-ing seems to have taken over me, dragging the Operation all because of stuffs like the driving course, the lulls (periods of inactivity in vocation), and the "scheduling" of operation MCs.
I want to play Ultimate. I have decided to go for the Knee Op ASAP and get back in shape to play my favourite game.
Having completed my driving course successfully, I opted for the Op during today's MA. Then the doctor landed a bombshell on me: He'll be attached to NUH and will not be able to carry out my Op. Instead he recommended another appointment in 3 weeks to another doctor to schedule the Operation.
If I was not an NSF, and not covered under any medical benefits, I would be seething mad with anger. For 20 bucks, 1 1/2 hour of waiting time, and a mere 5 minutes of talking does not seem enough of the total services provided.
I mean, it's just physio, MA to schedule Ops and the Op itself man.
what a waste of HR.
I mean come on man, I don't have much time, and my other knee might fail me anytime. At least allow the gahmen to cover me wholly if anything happens to me during NS. like the BMT training.
See ya ard next week ya?
Monday, April 25, 2005
Thursday, April 14, 2005
I'm a driver loh!!!
It just says it all.. I'm no longer a trainee for the Class 4 Driving course, I'm a SAF driver loh.
But the fact that I have to return to my parent unit, and face all that yucky stuff and staff, makes me very reluctant.
Funny isn't it? Feelings were pretty much the opposite before passing my driving test. Oh well...
Be back on friday night (YES 5 day workdays are back again!). See ya around.
But the fact that I have to return to my parent unit, and face all that yucky stuff and staff, makes me very reluctant.
Funny isn't it? Feelings were pretty much the opposite before passing my driving test. Oh well...
Be back on friday night (YES 5 day workdays are back again!). See ya around.
Sunday, April 10, 2005
In the middle of a Saturday Night...
Met up with the guys at PS to see a movie. Great to catch up with pals, but... Haha... I dunno why, but I think I talk too much when meeting up.
Andre's back from his boat adventure, Peter's having a good time in RP, and the other OCTs (muiahahah) are having a heck of time, especially the infantry man! haha...
One of the more noticeable topics for me is that Gen actually chatted about Gundam Seed Destiny!!! The talk was good, sharing views on the current Gundam series, but a pity... it did not really erupt into a Hardcore Gundam Discussion. maybe there are more interesting things talk at hand, other than the fact that Edmond watches it too... haha...
On an totally unrelated note:
I seem to have a phenomenal chatty syndrome. Whenever the topic of Gundam comes up, all the mecha talk, all the plot possibilities, all the speculations come out of the mouth like a overflowing river. Then when all of these are spewed out, all of it is repeated again, because it just never gets enough!
This can last from 15 minutes to an exhausting 3 hours. Friends who have witnessed this got the shock of their lives when they realise that a Gundam Discussion can still continue for ages even if others have finished talking. Annoying, yes, but very interesting to the gundam fan...
Ok, I'm back.
Watched The Sahara close to midnight, and I actually slept in the beginning parts of the movie. Yes, I can't help but say, the movie is a a bit of a bore. And if you were to pay so much on the weekend (Thanks Weiliang for the treat! :-) ) , your heart can really pain sia.
Anyway, after the movie, I got lost... again. I was thinking, if I went the wrong way from PS, and ended up in the bugis area, I will just treat myself to a ST. Louis Pork Rib at the 24h Selegie Cafe Cartel.
Then again, I really thought I got in the wrong way, and halfway through to selegie, I walked back the other way into orchard, where my night rider bus is.
And I got lost... again. Felt an air of sleaziness, and found out I was at Orchard Towers. The streetwalkers got to me like a shockwave, and I scampered...
And if this was bad enough, wait til I get to the part where I landed up with a lot of scantily dressed guys and gals (mostly malays) at the Hard Rock Cafe. Even the stationed police car does not seem enough to deter the people there from creating a ruckus.
I walked for a while and finally got onto a bus, reaching home at 0530.
What a night....
Andre's back from his boat adventure, Peter's having a good time in RP, and the other OCTs (muiahahah) are having a heck of time, especially the infantry man! haha...
One of the more noticeable topics for me is that Gen actually chatted about Gundam Seed Destiny!!! The talk was good, sharing views on the current Gundam series, but a pity... it did not really erupt into a Hardcore Gundam Discussion. maybe there are more interesting things talk at hand, other than the fact that Edmond watches it too... haha...
On an totally unrelated note:
I seem to have a phenomenal chatty syndrome. Whenever the topic of Gundam comes up, all the mecha talk, all the plot possibilities, all the speculations come out of the mouth like a overflowing river. Then when all of these are spewed out, all of it is repeated again, because it just never gets enough!
This can last from 15 minutes to an exhausting 3 hours. Friends who have witnessed this got the shock of their lives when they realise that a Gundam Discussion can still continue for ages even if others have finished talking. Annoying, yes, but very interesting to the gundam fan...
Ok, I'm back.
Watched The Sahara close to midnight, and I actually slept in the beginning parts of the movie. Yes, I can't help but say, the movie is a a bit of a bore. And if you were to pay so much on the weekend (Thanks Weiliang for the treat! :-) ) , your heart can really pain sia.
Anyway, after the movie, I got lost... again. I was thinking, if I went the wrong way from PS, and ended up in the bugis area, I will just treat myself to a ST. Louis Pork Rib at the 24h Selegie Cafe Cartel.
Then again, I really thought I got in the wrong way, and halfway through to selegie, I walked back the other way into orchard, where my night rider bus is.
And I got lost... again. Felt an air of sleaziness, and found out I was at Orchard Towers. The streetwalkers got to me like a shockwave, and I scampered...
And if this was bad enough, wait til I get to the part where I landed up with a lot of scantily dressed guys and gals (mostly malays) at the Hard Rock Cafe. Even the stationed police car does not seem enough to deter the people there from creating a ruckus.
I walked for a while and finally got onto a bus, reaching home at 0530.
What a night....
I failed my 1st TP test...
The title says it all... Now there is seriously no point in living man, especially after my instructor resumed his fucking ways and tormented me with his scoldings. I didn't mind the part about scolding on my errors, because they are definitely there, and had to be corrected.
But there are also parts of scoldings where it sounds like he was working overtime for 5 weeks, and was expecting some monetary bonus from my TP pass or something like that. That, really turned me off.
Some people might be wondering how I failed the TP.
The story was something like this...
From the the start of the test period, I was already in bad luck... One of instructors was holding the test papers in order. In a careless sense of anxiety and nervousness, I took the paper without asking. The instructor recording the test, called for the next person (supposedly me) to take the test.
And because my test paper was with me, I was not called next. Then this created a mix up, and mixed feelings. The person who was called was shocked that it was his turn, and was also in a bundle of nerves, a worse state than me. Of course, with that, he failed, and blamed me.
The tester, found out about the mix up, and was apparently angry. This totally destroyed the mood of the first half of the test, and got me, in a worse state as well.
12 minutes into the driving test, some thing like this happened...
I was travelling at 30km before, but my heart wasn't really on stopping and slowing down... until....
Believe me, I was travelling at 30 km/h
The traffic light turned amber. Then I braked. HARD.
The result?
And the honking begins
One hell of a time, one major fault, and 8 minor demerit points (11 points to fail, at least one major fault to fail.)
Sianz.... Hope I don't screw up for my second test. But the hell, I don't think anyone really cares about the result anymore, because it's the second attempt.
Anyways, back to last week's post. Remember I was telling you about the layout of the Hard disks now? Here we go...
This was the layout of my hard disk before my 60 gig crashed.
before HDD crash layout
The two disks are in the holding trays, screwed. But the 60 gig disk is under the maxtor 40 gig disk, and it caused a lack of ventilation. Of course the disk crashed. Then I redid the design.
after hdd crash layout
I flipped over the 60 gig hard disk, and made it upside down. Ventilation issue is solved, but the 60 gig HDD is now suspended is mid air, supported by 4 screws, without the additional support of the tray holder.
But it solves the problem!
But there are also parts of scoldings where it sounds like he was working overtime for 5 weeks, and was expecting some monetary bonus from my TP pass or something like that. That, really turned me off.
Some people might be wondering how I failed the TP.
The story was something like this...
From the the start of the test period, I was already in bad luck... One of instructors was holding the test papers in order. In a careless sense of anxiety and nervousness, I took the paper without asking. The instructor recording the test, called for the next person (supposedly me) to take the test.
And because my test paper was with me, I was not called next. Then this created a mix up, and mixed feelings. The person who was called was shocked that it was his turn, and was also in a bundle of nerves, a worse state than me. Of course, with that, he failed, and blamed me.
The tester, found out about the mix up, and was apparently angry. This totally destroyed the mood of the first half of the test, and got me, in a worse state as well.
12 minutes into the driving test, some thing like this happened...
I was travelling at 30km before, but my heart wasn't really on stopping and slowing down... until....
Believe me, I was travelling at 30 km/h
The traffic light turned amber. Then I braked. HARD.
The result?
And the honking begins
One hell of a time, one major fault, and 8 minor demerit points (11 points to fail, at least one major fault to fail.)
Sianz.... Hope I don't screw up for my second test. But the hell, I don't think anyone really cares about the result anymore, because it's the second attempt.
Anyways, back to last week's post. Remember I was telling you about the layout of the Hard disks now? Here we go...
This was the layout of my hard disk before my 60 gig crashed.
before HDD crash layout
The two disks are in the holding trays, screwed. But the 60 gig disk is under the maxtor 40 gig disk, and it caused a lack of ventilation. Of course the disk crashed. Then I redid the design.
after hdd crash layout
I flipped over the 60 gig hard disk, and made it upside down. Ventilation issue is solved, but the 60 gig HDD is now suspended is mid air, supported by 4 screws, without the additional support of the tray holder.
But it solves the problem!
Sunday, April 03, 2005
Week 4 is over
Wahoo!!!! One more Week TO POP!!!!
Let's see how it will be man. A little glimpse of the week that passed by.
Cross-country is fun, but it dulled my driving senses.
Has food poisoning on Friday, and missed out on the second last test, the Parking/Height-Lashing test. Arrgh.... now I have to take it on monday.
Then because of that, I booked out late on Saturday; thank whoever, high above, that I never get guard duty.
And apparently, 6 hours before I started writing this post, my harddisk nearly hung on me. And it's a new 60 gig HDD to boot! Able to boot in, but the system hung on the huge cranking sound of the hard disk. Then I realised I have not given it enough ventilation, and I redid the design of the interior harddisk layout. :-) Not much time left, so I'll illustrate next week.
And yes, I'm extremely proud of my computer makeover... Buahahaha...
Next monday will be my parking test, no problems left except for the height lashing.
And next Wednesday, My Final TP Test! Everybody, I seriously need all the hope I can get, because it will determine whether I'll get out of this hell hole...
Wish me luck, because if I do pass, I'll become a DRIVER LOH!
Let's see how it will be man. A little glimpse of the week that passed by.
Cross-country is fun, but it dulled my driving senses.
Has food poisoning on Friday, and missed out on the second last test, the Parking/Height-Lashing test. Arrgh.... now I have to take it on monday.
Then because of that, I booked out late on Saturday; thank whoever, high above, that I never get guard duty.
And apparently, 6 hours before I started writing this post, my harddisk nearly hung on me. And it's a new 60 gig HDD to boot! Able to boot in, but the system hung on the huge cranking sound of the hard disk. Then I realised I have not given it enough ventilation, and I redid the design of the interior harddisk layout. :-) Not much time left, so I'll illustrate next week.
And yes, I'm extremely proud of my computer makeover... Buahahaha...
Next monday will be my parking test, no problems left except for the height lashing.
And next Wednesday, My Final TP Test! Everybody, I seriously need all the hope I can get, because it will determine whether I'll get out of this hell hole...
Wish me luck, because if I do pass, I'll become a DRIVER LOH!
I'm so wimpy
Just after the three day stint at the cross-country training, I was resting in my bed, reading up some newspapers, when suddenly, someone sprung in and called me out to the gym. I was really tired, and said no.
What followed next was an attempt on me to lift me up and throw me around, and another attempt to dislocate my shoulders through an awkardly forced triceps stretch.
For some unknown reason, I did not resist. I just said, "Stop it."
All the while saying it, until he locked my shoulders to the threshold of pain.
I can't believe I actually whimpered at that time.
After shouting "Fucking hell, let go lah!", he got the message. But it got me shivering with hate, and a bunch of feelings I could not describe.
What held me back? Given the circumstances, he could not have lifted me. Even if he did, he would be thrown by me. And the arm lock, I could have undone it by cart-wheeling over him. But in the first place...
I should have resisted.
Why didn't I? Was it because I'd once again, hurt my knee again, rendering me Out-Of-Course and possibly get charged (I declared I was combat fit for the driver's course) ?
Or was it because I'm afraid that he would punch me senseless with his martial skills (he said he'd dislocated almost every bone, somewhat like Nigel, so I suppose he learnt taekwando or some other martial art on a national level) and overwhelming fighting aura?
Or was it, once again, the military law pushing me down, taking down anyone who attempts to give the slightest hint of violence?
I don't what to be now... I feel... like a loser, down in the dumps...
What followed next was an attempt on me to lift me up and throw me around, and another attempt to dislocate my shoulders through an awkardly forced triceps stretch.
For some unknown reason, I did not resist. I just said, "Stop it."
All the while saying it, until he locked my shoulders to the threshold of pain.
I can't believe I actually whimpered at that time.
After shouting "Fucking hell, let go lah!", he got the message. But it got me shivering with hate, and a bunch of feelings I could not describe.
What held me back? Given the circumstances, he could not have lifted me. Even if he did, he would be thrown by me. And the arm lock, I could have undone it by cart-wheeling over him. But in the first place...
I should have resisted.
Why didn't I? Was it because I'd once again, hurt my knee again, rendering me Out-Of-Course and possibly get charged (I declared I was combat fit for the driver's course) ?
Or was it because I'm afraid that he would punch me senseless with his martial skills (he said he'd dislocated almost every bone, somewhat like Nigel, so I suppose he learnt taekwando or some other martial art on a national level) and overwhelming fighting aura?
Or was it, once again, the military law pushing me down, taking down anyone who attempts to give the slightest hint of violence?
I don't what to be now... I feel... like a loser, down in the dumps...
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