Regulation of hormones

Slept for 3 hours again. Had a damn tiring night. In fact, had a damn tiring week! Been hanging out with new idiots influencing me in a bad way. But then again, in some other aspects I think I'm their bad influence, HAHA!

I learned a new trick. I name it... Corner and Grind.

Here's how you do it:
1) Drink a hell lot with your buddies.
2) Find a group of girls with no guys (or beat the guy up and store him somewhere safe).
3) Form a circle around them and close in.
4) GRIND!!!



See, the thing is, I find it normal to grind strangers but I find it really wrong to grind Jan. It should be the other way round, right? LOL.

Route March 16Km

This is the first time we actually put on our neck guard. It's pretty cool looking but we didn't actually put the soft plate in there yet.

Went for a route march and it was the easiest 16Km I've ever done due to the nice weather (it was CAT1 the entire day) and pleasant route.

Exercise BLACKHOLE (deliberate misspelling, don't correct me!)

I was appointed the ex CPS for the exercise. Being THE oblivious one, I screwed up the exercise horrendously but managed to do it in such a way that it turned out to be a job well done.

During initial deployment I followed the linkup party to do the close range authentication. That was when I met Captain Joel who screwed me because I was supposed to be with the main party.

I later on guided the platoon train into the vehicle park. It was my first VCOM experience and it was quite fun.

While proning to check my shellscrape height requirements, I found myself swarmed with ants. It was then I found out that I probably killed more ants in one hour digging my shellscrape over an ant's nest than the combined amount I killed in the last 5 years.

During the exercise I made an impromptu verbal duty roster where sentries are deployed according to administrative bed order. It was fine for the first three pairs, but not so afterwards. When I found out that the third pair actually did sentry duty for six hour straight because no one took over their spots, I laughed so hard but also felt a little guilty.

Mad enough

I think I'm the only one mad enough to book in on a Sunday when the book-in timing is Monday. I really can't afford taking taxis anymore (don't laugh, I'm actually a thrifty guy when it comes to personal expenditure).

I haven't slept a wink since Saturday morning and I only slept 4 hours the day before. The lack of sleep is causing a crazy mood swing in my head. I couldn't print last week's entries because apparently Dhoby Ghaut doesn't have printing shops for documents (and I thought film shops did documents as well, like back at Jurong Point).

I must wake up at 3 tomorrow to catch up on my work. No more woozy headbanging buttgrinding. It is serious mode after this. Good night world ;)

I removed a post

before she can read it.

I've seen too much in the laptop.

I'm going to meet her soon to return the laptop. I hope I can keep a straight face. I will smile my best. I don't want to give myself away.

Because you're just my normal, normal, very normal friend.

Live Firing?

My general thoughts about live firing? I don't know. I think it didn't go as well as I want it to. I didn't talk much. I didn't really take charge like how I would like to. I only helped in the preparations, maybe some briefings, and that's it. I would fail myself if I were the assessor.

On the morning of the live firing itself, there were no appointment holders around. I didn't know. I happily went off with the advance party while the guys fell in downstairs not knowing what to do. Great that some of them actually took charge and sent the guys for breakfast. Someone also helped facilitate the out-rationing and I have yet to find out who.

The appointment allowed me to see who I can depend on and who can I not. There are a bunch of people that get on my nerves so much that I'd rather not ask them to help. Not only do they have a cohesively bad attitude when it comes to work, sometimes they make me doubt their intelligence when I see the fruits of their work.

It's like they sow a thousand seeds but yet water only one of them with an ocean of toxic water just to grow one tree that produces blue-coloured poo-shaped apples that taste like diesel, have no nutritional value and is detrimental to the environment.



Another set of people taught me that I should really take charge and ensure. I cannot trust people too much to do force-prep for important things seeing that a single short-circuited joint can evade three different checks. That's six people on three different occasions.

Full speed ahead!

Today was a great day. Handling of the stores were great and we managed to get everything accounted for.

We (I mean: I) screwed up at some parts but at least we got the chance to blow stuff up (reason #1 to go EOD). I even got to clear a misfired initiating chain connected to a door breaching charge. How cool is that?

Tomorrow we'll be having zombie apocalypse survival crash course. I mean, what else can we do with chainsaws, waterpumps and generators, right? I really can't wait!

And guess what day is tomorrow? It's FRIDAY!!! I'm coming back to visit my dearest buddy on Saturday because #1 he is a Jamaican in disguise, and #2 he's doing guard duty.

I have to get commissioning ball settled ASAP! I can't afford to have another flimsy event. We are going to ask for sponsors on the basis that we're being filmed for TV.

I want to be a wizard. I want that night to be MAGICAL!!!