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Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Excused? I m afraid not!
[havoc] ranted at 9:54 PM --- Post#2925768425770599832

The day started wif the close combat training. Its somehow similar to taekwondo, which involves kicking and punching. The only difference tt separates taekwondo and their training was tt theirs involve more kicking and punching.

Cygig was having an injured shoulder. Supposedly he was to sit out for training today and the days to come. The unsympathetic commander did not see his plight, and ordered shawn (who was also excused for training) and him to take part in the kicking and punching. Is this NS or is this some kind of torture camp? I start to qn myself and the commander's actions. Such acts will only hinder the recovery of his injury. Logically spking and thinking, if u want to someone to recover from one's injury, one shd be given ample rest. Of cos in NS, being excused from strenuous training will be the best form of treatment one can ever imagine. This act defies all logic and reasoning. WTF!

NS shapes young boys into MEN, but I nv knew it wd be such a painful process. Disappointing. Utter disappointment.

To add on to Cygig's misery and pain, he was ordered to carry jerry cans (small water tanks) during the Grenade Assault Course. As the stress on his muscles began to build up, he started to feel immense pain in his shoulders.

Well, tt does not mark the end of the cruel onslaught.

Instead of being grateful of wad Cygig has done, the officers were unappreciative.

"Aiyoh. U injured yr shoulder and shdnt be carrying such heavy stuff. U shd noe tt better. Y gei kiang?" The officer reprimanded Cygig.


Worse still, after transporting the jerry cans, Cygig was asked to sit out for the grenade throw exercise. As a result, he was forced to sit near the vicinity where the exercise was conducted and observed all the throws by other ppl. He was sort of "deprived" the chance to do so, if not for his injury. But the bigger pic i saw was tt the audacity the officer had in ordering Cygig to transport jerry cans when he knew Cygig was injured. Hmm questionable?

To mark the day wif a closure, Cygig participated in the afternoon run.

Shawn was moody today, because he dunno whether he needs to re-field camp or not, due to his sudden asthma attack during field camp and was forced to send back to his bunk. He rejoiced after hearing the news tt he only needs to make up for Battle Innoculation Course.

Wif tt, Cygig went to slp.

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[Jungle Paw] ranted at 12:34 PM --- Post#3520059168591128600

It was a day just like any other for Cygig, except it was not.

The day started of with close combat training, a mixture of tae kwando and.. tae kwando. Cygig excused himself as heavy load, but the unsympathetic commander insisted that him and Shaun (who also had the same excuse) take part.

After the training was the grenade assault course. What came upon as a shock and possibly a case of utmost negligence was that Cygig was made to carry water-filled Jerry Cans despite his sprained shoulder. But what was injustified about this whole ordeal was that he was later mysteriously reprimanded for not having excused as heavy load. Strangely enough, Cygig was disallowed from throwing grenades (which did not make sense since it was a much easier task then carrying jerry cans), and had to sit down for a few hours just watching the other people have a go.

In the afternoon, Cygig participated in the afternoon run. Shaun was a shadow of himself that day, a little moody, due to the fact that he was not sure whether he needed to re-field the camp. Later on he was rejoiced when the platoon commander told him that he only needed to make up for the Battle Innoculation Course.

Cygig has grown up in the army in many ways. He has become more independent and is ready to deal with any challenges that come his way. However, he adds that "even I excuse all the training I also like super tired".

Thanks for reading this issue of "The Cygig Daily".

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Tuesday, January 30, 2007
3, 2, 1.. Boom
[havoc] ranted at 9:25 PM --- Post#232525416897143366

Cygig went back to the clutches of evil once again, but this time wif a painful shoulder. It was all thx to the extremely heavy backpack tt he had to carry thoroughout his days at field camp. As a result, his shoulder was sprained in the process.

He went to the doctor to get his shoulder checked and was relieved to find out tt he can be excused for training. Nonetheless, he can still take part in less strenuous exercises.

''Oh well, better den nth they always say," Cygig tried to comfort his weak self.

Today's lineup for him wd be a grenade throw exercise, which wd be testing his skills and precision. The results? I dunno.

As always, I wd keep u readers updated on the latest news of him, if he managed to survive all the ordeals. If not, stay tuned to the orbituaries on the straits times or lianhe zaobao for his news. JK.

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Sunday, January 28, 2007
What I hate about NS
[ZOMBiE CyGiG] ranted at 4:25 PM --- Post#8665341654489124940

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Field Camp Aftermath
[ZOMBiE CyGiG] ranted at 4:07 PM --- Post#3470390008236300004

So i had been asking myself a lot a lot of times...how the hell i survived field camp? And there is this very very strange feeling....its that...although field camp is only like a week ago and ended a few days ago....it seemed liked it happened ages ago. Its like recalling smthing that happened a year ago, but no, its only a week ago.

Why neh? Why does a recent painful experience seemed so distant away? So i tot for a while. Normally old memories contain events, characters and timing. Smthing not there is your feeling and emotion, as they get washed out as time bypasses. U can say "that time i was really in great pain", but u cant feel the pain cos time had worn off the memories and feel of the pain at that time.

Maybe thats the answer, during the field camp i chose not to retain emotional part of my memory. Why? Cos its just too painful, or becos i was too sick then to remember anything. Thats why in the end what i got was a perfect memory of all the event that happened minus all the emotions, thus the memories seemed so distant away.

I am selfish. Yes i am. Lots of time i was asking for help from ppl. Cos seriously worn off at times in field camp to even help myself, much less other ppl. I noe its not a good excuse, cos ya... "everyone is shagged and tired". Maybe im just much more tired due to my weak body? Hard to say sia.

Needa thank Stanley also for all his help...serious. I mean i wanted to fall out long ago, but i cant just leave Stanley and Shaun liddat. For Stanley, his knees are really a big issue, even i cant help much at least can help a bit lah...

For Shaun, i noe he is one guy i can tok to and one guy who will understand me. Simple, cos we had known each other for 2 years before hand liao. He is a slacker and so am i. I feel a bit the guilty if im to just pang sei him. Everytime i feel much better when i noe there is a good friend that noe me long enuff out there, so ya lah... I mean he was nice to me (comparatively to some other ppl) in AJ lah.

I saw a doc today, cos my shoulder is hurting bad. It was hurting all along since like J1. Its always the right shoulder, everytime i carry bag on both shoulders, my right one will become hyper tensed up and fuck pain. But Skool bag is still ok. Bow when the field pack comes in, not to mention the lack of rest, things got much more worst. I can like feel the joint coming off anytime, then at certain angle it hurts real bad. My right arm's movement is restricted also, cant bend after certain degree. At times can even feel like one whole stretch of mucle pulling together. Eeeeeeee. Doc excuse me off heavy load and chin up for whole of next week. Gave me mucle tense relief which seems to be working cos now my right shoulder feel much softer, but the pain is still there. Haiz...

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[Jungle Paw] ranted at 3:43 PM --- Post#1270256315266033847


This is to welcome myself (Frank) as part of Cygig's blogging community. =)

About me: Same age as cygig, going into army in April, was a fan of the original blog (when only he was blogging at that time).

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Poonage wif venom
[havoc] ranted at 10:38 AM --- Post#3036108071763380719

Friday was juz another ordinary day at work. Besides getting lots of alectos to sort out, I also accompanied Carol (my supervisor) to the post office to do some late afternoon shopping. Soon after we returned to office, its our knock off time.

Eric and I met up wif the others for LAN. Wif ql, frois and jchua ard, wad better game to play other den DOTA. So there was a showdown betw eric and me vs the trio. I managed to get my 1st kill (1st blood) frm ql, who mysteriously lag out all of a sudden after a while. So we remade the game. Den the same thing occurred. WTF!

We remade thrice in total. Luckily by the 3rd time, the game was fully operational. Or else, we wd haf gone to its neighbour to DOTA, since there was an adjacent lan shop nx to where we were playing. So the 3rd game lineup was me and ql vs frois, jchua and eric.

I was using venom and eric on the other hand was using his fav lucifer.. Since both of us cant be on the same team, I had to put an end to lucifer's tyranny early in the game. I was looking forward to combining doom and poison nova on a single target if we were on the same team. Oh well, fate tore us apart.

Ql chose broodmum and he soloed eric. Me, on the other hand, was soloing jchua's drow in the top lane. Frois? Well, lets juz say he was happily farming without any heavy resistance frm us in the mid lane wif his terrorblade. As usual wif venom's early game lead, I owed my 1st blood, much to the courtesy of jchua, who dunno wtf hit him. I also died along wif him as I wasnt much paying attention to my low health status. After killing chua, I was quickly finished off by the tower.

Well both of us resurrected and duelled on top lane again. Well, I scared the living daylight of jchua wif my venom after killing him subsequently. Ql also nabbed some kills from eric, wif the latter screaming for mercy and help frm his allies. Well mercy didnt stop QL and me frm pwning him. OF cos, frois was still happily farming until I decided to drop a visit on him. He saw me. He ran. LOL. There were times where I was looking elsewhere on the map when he skipped past me. By the time I noticed it, it was too late for me to catch up. I remb lvl 10 I got my sny, now to test this on a new target: Eric. Without taking any neccessary precautions, Eric got pwned naturally.

There was once Eric was screening me and told frois tt I m coming from the river. Frois took the necessary precautions and encamped at the mouth of the river. Little did frois noe tt I picked up invisibility when I was at the river. I skipped past him and went towards eric, who was at the 2nd tower on the btm lane. Eric saw me coming and cried for help and mercy. Too bad Frois was too far away to be dispatched to see his nid. The outcome: Eric was pwned. Shiit claimed an exta 225 gold from Eric. GODLIKE. Luckily frois wasnt sitting near me and Eric. Or else, I wd be far frm killing Eric.

The time I seriously got banged was when all 3 ganked me. Wtf. Frois was low on hp. He managed to escape. Of cos, I gave chase. Only to my surprise, I was welcomed by a reception party of 3. Sundar, cold arrow and doom. GG. Down goes my beyond godlike streak. Ql also got banged. Sad.

So they pushed until our 3rd tower and destroyed it, along wif the other structures. I finally got resurrected and killed Frois, wif the other 2 running away in fear after I made my appearance. I pushed all the way to their 3rd tower and destroyed every single shit. Too bad my reign was cut short by frois coming back into the game. I retreated.

In the end, Ql and I lost. But it was a great fight. We went to play other games. Footmen frenzy. A game I was kenna owned. I focussed too much on my hero tt I neglected the army. Of cos, nth cd be more fun other den to spice the game up wif a few make shift alliances and some backstabbing. HAHA! It left some of us crying in tears. Remarks like: U fucking bacstabber. Pls haf mercy on me.. were quite a common sight.

The nite was a fruitful one, for me and my venom

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Saturday, January 27, 2007
Field Camp - All the SHIT!
[ZOMBiE CyGiG] ranted at 5:41 PM --- Post#8125357047025237952

Its actually "LBV", not "LPV", supposingly stands for Life/Load Bearing Vest.

Sunday (21 Jan 1007)
Field Camp started. Fuck day as usual, i knew it...it started with the one minute drill of taking everything out, then check pack by pack then putting them back in one minute. Timer got punished for purposely timing damn slowly...cos the damned field pack is too small (though it looked big)

Anyway, me, Muffin Shaun and Stanley were..errr slacking cos i recovery Day 2 mah. The rest will be marching FBO (Full Battle Order, means the LBV, rifle, helmet, field pack and long four) to the camp site. So the few of us will be taking the Tonner (a 5 tonnes millitary big lorry for transporting soldiers/goods) there. Well there Tonner was so filled w all the Jerry cans and stuff that we needa wait for second round.

Waited for like a hour plus, then i wasnt feeling well. I mean i wasnt feeling well since like Thursday after i came back from the Medical Center. The nite air is horrible, i keep getting breathless or hyper ventilating. At that point, i was like...panting for just walking few steps with my field pack. Then the world around me is like tipsy turvy.

I seriously wanna fall out then...but its like only the beginning. I really dunno why i keep getting giddy and trembling limbs so damn easily recently. What caused them? Simply fatigue? I dun think so, and i noe the MO isnt gonna gimme the answer as well.

We were toking to Don, Don is OOT (Out of Training) cos of his injuries ba, i not too sure. Before that, he had trouble sounding off cos of some personal problems and he was quite desperate as all the high rankers think he trying to chao keng or smthing. But i mean he is really not well. He went thru a lot of trouble to check up and stuff before certified that he is not fit for training, and he will be sent to his vocation soon, meaning he no need to comtinute Basic Military Training.

Stanley stepped in and related that about his knee problems since childhood. Even he had alerted the commanders about his prob...they dun seem very responsive about it.

So whats my own problem? I dunno. As in the AJ ppl will noe i do have sort of history of depression and stuff, i may have other mental probs as well. Generally my cardiovascular is very very weak, and its like....ah dunnooo.... And its my uncontrolled emotions and feelings that is hurting me more than anything.

After a long talk, the tonner finally arrived. Eric was inside, guessed he fell out from the march, he dun seem to feel well the nite before, runnning fever sia. We went up and sent to the camp site. Honestly the view there was quite nice. Trees planted neatly everywhere, prolly used to be some plantation thats why. The others haven marched there yet, we i was just scrolling and helping out with some misc stuff over there.

After another like 20 minutes, they arrived and ya all the wacking from the commanders....pushup with field pack on was horrgible (horrible+incorrigible). I was on medical status, so manged to skip through it.

My giddiness was getting worst then. We were asked to built our basha (pathetically small tents for two), i could hardly walk around in this super hot weather,what more taking out the ET stick (Entrenching Tool Stick aka changkol). Stanley was my buddy, having two unwell person in a group is smthing u wanna avoid in field camp. He cant bent down and walk fast, while im here on the verge of fainting. I tried my very very best to help out but my limbs were just jelly and my lungs were like exploding any second.

In the end...my legs cant tahan anymore and going to fall. Stanley picked me up and yelled "XY FAINTING!". The message was echoed down the row...and strangely it became "Someone fainted" when it reached the commander. They rushed out and saw me still haven die. "Chey this one call faint meh? Haven faint mah, your should like somone dying liddat".

The ppl around me stripped off my LBV and helmet and stuffed the gun into my arms. "Even u faint u must also hold your weapon!" I was like....WTF? I sat at the tree there and rest...while i see the rest busy trying to complete the basha. Yes im a slacker but i cant just let them do without me mah. So i grabbed my rifle and used it like a walking stick and got back to digging the drainage.

I managed to tahan until lunch, when we were told to take out our ration. I was about to get my fork and spoon when they say no need. Huh? No fork no spoon how eat? So i just grabbed a pack of field ration and rushed off to the front of the camp site (they call it admin place) and sat down.

The field ration is packet of green aluminum, and on pressing the content...its sort of...soggy and mashed up inside. On top printed "Yellow Rice with chicken". Hor...yellow rice with chicken. Im still figuring out how to eat it when others had already tore the packet open and squeese the content and eat. Well the food inside is like a paste, so its just like a tube of toothpaste, u squeese the content and u take from there.

Its not as bad as its said lah, i mean i eat anything...so i just gobble down the whole packet. After lunch, we sent back to perfect our basha again.

A few hours later, we were asked to view some demonstration of the commanders fighting, how to spot enemy and stuff. Nothing spectacular, but the weather is cooling, so i began to feel much better liao.

Cos our basha is really CMI, so its back to basha building again. Nite soon falls and we consumed our dinner. After dinner, we went to do nite training - Listening post. Basically we hide behind a bunch of bushes and tries to listen to what the commanders in front are toking about. I still remeber there was some song playing at first, then followed by someone doing six push ups, then someone said smthing about not giving face to Amza, then stealing rifle at 2345 and imitating Patrick with his ang moh accent reporting the temperature.

There were quite some i missed out on....but who cares man, we went for RO (Routine Order, meaning telling u the shedule for the next day and some debriefing matters). Then its powder bathing time, each of us are to bring out the GoreTex jacket as groundsheet, then strip naked and powder like water.

One by one we were asked to "ease-spring, squeese trigger" (commander used in rifle range to release the rifle's spring to uncock it.) Simply meaning u pull and release your underwear's rubber strap and must be able to see powder puffing out, meaning u powdered your groin area enuff.

Next up return to basha and i had quite a good rest.

Monday (22 Jan 2007)
Second day of field camp, not really feeling better. The moment i step out of my basha, i began to feel giddy again. I fell out when doing 5BX....and guess what? The medic say im alright! Im like panting like fuck....cant catch my breath at all....he say "fatigue what? Its normal...go go back join them". So friendly sia! Im like dying there and he treat me like some...what?

But luckily after 5BX is breakfast just some lectures. During the breakfast, i opened up a pack of Pocari Sweat powder (some isotonic drink). I started slurping in the powder and the next moment i felt as if im being fed with pure energy in me. My dizziness got much better. Thinking back the last time this occur, the Medical Offier gave me a drip on saline water. Salt? My body losing too much salt too fast? Maybe thats the case ba. Im so glad im feeling much better then.

Afternoon was the practicing of the Fire Movement Drill. Simply saying its now to attack an enemy in a group of three. There is this three friendly force to one enemy rule, meaning a group of three ppl will only take down one enemy. Among the three got one IC and two men.

The three will walk in a file formation, which is staggered positioned. Meaning the first guy to the left, the second guy (the IC) to the right behind the first guy and the last guy to the left of the road.

When an enemy fires of, all three will prone immediately and leopard crawl to the nearest shelter (the trees in this case) facing the enemy in a straight extended line and start firing off to tell the enemy that you are returning fire, no need to hit him now. Then the IC will scan the area and locate the postion of the enemy while the rest are firing off. "GROUP! Straight Ahead! Hundred (meters)! Tree! Enemy behind Tree!".

Now IC shout "GROUP! Advance!". The two men will fire at the spot where the enemy is hiding so that the enemy will have to hide behind his cover. Using this opportunity, the IC will move one bound in front. A bound is a tree length, meaning moving to behind next tree, since down there all the trees are neatly planted. Now IC will shoot and suppress the enemy fire while the two men will move to the next tree (now in line with the IC).

Keep doing until the group about a few bounds in front of enemy, by then he should be dead. The ICE (stop moving and observe for anymore enemies) the group. Then SPIDER (comb the area). The IC move in high alert to the next bound and high kneel there, then the two men do the same to get inline once again.

ICE the group again and then ORANGE, where the IC will deploy the two men behind, forming a triangle about the dead enemy with rifle pointing out of the group and stay to observe for further enemy fire.

Now after a while, the group number off, "One OK!", "Two OK!", "Three OK! ALL OK!". IC will say "to my six oclock position, back to track, follow me!" then move to where u should be going.

Actually still got flanking, where u throw a smoke grenade and one guy will kept shooting while two other will move one big round to beside the enemy. Enemy dunno cos the smoke screen is blocking, and tot the group still there in front, cos still got one guy firing there. The two throws a fragmentation grenade to the enemy and upon hearing the explosion the guy in front stops firing. Then the two will approach and kill the enemy by surprise from the side. "Foxtrot Lemme" command is given to flank left hand side and "Foxtrot Romeo" means flank right.

The fun part is that we were given blanks to fire off. Blank bullet dun shoot anything out, but gopt tons of smoke and sound thats all.

All these pretty much filled the day and ya we are back in the camp side enjoying our sumptuous field rations. By then our field pack is really filled to the brim liao...cos more rations came and we cant finish the previous rations. New clothing resupply came also.

At nite is a nite walk, nothing much. Not scary as last time NPCC's phantom walk. Five minutes complete liao, and each guy is deployed 10 seconds after another, so ya bascially u can see your friend in front there.

Then sleep....snore snore..snore...

Tuesday (23 Jan 2007)
Third day of camp. We destroyed our basha that morning and went more more Fire Movement Drill. After lunch, we marched off to our second camp site. Cos that day i came in a Tonner, so today i needa "repay" the march by marching 6km. With the fuck field pack of course. Maybe its the Pocari Sweat or some drugs or watever, i feel extra high tt day...6km road march feels easier than the 4km one, though its still fuck tiring. I fell out after 6km while the rest complete the 8km, cos my last march as only 4km, so only allowed to go 6km this time. We arrived at the old SISPEC ground and rested a while before the Tonner brings us to the camp site.

HOLY! What kinda camp site is this? This one the reclaimed part of Tekong. The ground is very wet and covered with fallen leaves, prolly cos of the rain before that ba. The mosquitoes really lots and lots...i step down only got four mossies on each hand sucking my blood dry liao. They can even pierce through my uniform to suck my blood sia!

Then Shaun changed from his PT shirt to uniform, then i saw his back! WTF! His back totally rotten liao! I think its heat rash! Sent to medic, and medic ask to apply lots of Prickly Heat...then ya...just liddat.

That night was..terrible, after i changed to a new set of uniform and applying lots of insect repellent, it started drizzling. Shuan's condition is getting worst and the darned medic dun really care. A commander told Shaun, "Give u panadol, come back in an hour and see how". The medic was like "WTF? U mean u want me to return and stay for one hour here!". Hey isnt that his job?

There was no basha this time, just sleep on the groundsheet. The rain got bigger and bigger and all we could do is to put on our Gore Tex jacket. The cold is like....DAMN COLD LAH....just damn cold until my teeth clattered on each other. In the morning still needa change into PT shirt for 5BX....damn cold lor and my PT shirt stinks like...worst than shit.

Wednesday (24 Jan 2007)
Fourth day of camp. Today should be technical break liao. We did a Stand To in the morning, prone there pretend wait for enemy to come.

Then we had some lecture and got punished for lots of stupid stuff. When recovering from push up position, Stanley just cant stand up! I saw ppl pulling him, seems that his knees are acting up again. And can tell its really really bad this time.

Now time to dog shell scrape. What isit? Its a grave! you dog your own grave! But the "grave" actually covers you from enemy fire. So its like u have shellscrapes surrounding the camp site, in alternate position and soldiers lie in there to defend the campsite from enemy attacks.

Sounds simple ah? Dig hold only. I tell u its fucking tiring, especially after all the shit for the past days. Halfway through, i was asked to go clear the shit at the shitting point. In out field, the toilet is as such that the pee point is just a long white strap across two trees, u pee beyond the white strap. Simple.

For the shit point...its like a little hut make from canvas (no roof, use canvas walls) with deep holes there, u suppose to shit in the hole and use some soil to cover it up. Means one shit hole can use limited times before its completely covered. Honestly before field camp i already trained myself to keep my shit for six days liao. The shit point is simply disgusting.

So some bastard dint shit properly, one big lump of shit there, covered with gigantic flies. Me and some suay ppl suppose to light up solid fuel to chase away all the flied, then burn the shit and cover them up and shift to a new shitting point. Nice job man.

Back to digging my grave, or they still prefer call it "shellscrape". Mine was horrible, and i was like again hands and legs trembling from the terrible heat after a nite of terrible rain. Thanks to the others who helped me.

It took hours and hours to dig finish the shell scrape. Upon realising lots of the shellscrape are flooding (cos u suppose to sleep inside), they call us to cover up the hole after the commanders examined our grave.

They then rushed us for lunch and we were told last minute the media will be here to film. WTF...got to march with field pack! This time my shoulders really giving way. I can feel the joint coming loose on my right shoulder and for my left arm, it just numbed cos blood cant flow through my arm. Shaun fell out, asthma attack and was sent back to Company Line immediately cos he had too much complications (heat rash, backbone shifted, asthma, abdominal pain).

We given half an hour break there after marching some time while waiting for the media ppl to get ready. By then feeling much better, rested and drank up. Touch up on our camouflage make up and ya...wayang time! we march and sang damn loud while the cameraman panned the camera across.

Back to the camp site, we were told we can bathe! Changed to admin shirt and took some water, strip naked and woooooo! nice man!

We then packed our field pack and threw away all the remaining rations and gave back our dirty uniform. The day passed quite peacefully. We retired to sleep quite early.

Thursday (25 Jan 2007)
Fifth day liao. Shit ending le. Everything was fine until 1am when it starts drizzling again. Ok lah....little rain only...but when it reaches 4am...the drizzle suddenly became a downpour! The rain was so deep that we got to be evacuated to a training shack for shelter amist our nite rest.

We slept from 4am till about 8am in the training shack. Sleep while sitting down...some anyhow lie about...no one really cares.

After the rain stops, we went back tp camp site. We saw our field pack all downed in the ground. Apparently the ground was soft cos we dug our shell scrape and covered it back there, so the rain water collected and ya...most of our field pack and ground sheets were soaking in "milo". We still gotta keep them and then eat lunch.

Halfway through, it rained again and taken back to the training shack once again.

Rain stopped about an hour later and we got ready for the Group Battle Course. Bascially its the same as what were taught the few days back. How to attack enemy as a group and all that, but now its like a test, the commander will lead a path then u wun noe when the enemy will fire and attack. Suppose to test your immediate reaction.

Just as things are getting excited and everyone were ready to empty their magazine of bullets....the rain came back AGAIN! Same thing...back to training shack for cover and the rain continued till 5pm. We had dinner and the wait for rain to stop.

We were given a new camp site, near the trianing shack, where ppl should built basha on. So there were drainage left there, so even if it rains it wun flood. But thankfully the weather was nice to us that nite.

Friday (26 Jan 2007)
Final day of field camp. We woke up damn early to pack all our stuff and took breakfast and loaded our field packs onto a tonner there drove them back to company line in advance. Then marched to the BIC (Battle Inoculation Course). We had lots of waiting for dunno what.

The BIC is to simulate wartime when u suppose to crawl from one place to another. So went in there, we leopard crawled all the way and back crawl at the last few meters. on top of our heads are three machine guns shooting live rounds. Damn scary, never stand up else u die. Well but i tot the machine guns are pretty high (like two storey high).

At the end i cant climb up the low wall then someone behind pushed me up...got scolded for taking too long time. Body super all mud and sand. They use fire hose to spray them off and a tonner took us back to company line to have lunch there - combat rations.

Damn irritating, the sun was so fuck hot and we were made to clean our rifle there. My rifle all rusty and chocked with sand liao. Damn hard to clean. At 4pm it started raining and we were told to go back our bunk and wash up and ready for dinner.

Dinner was in canteen. Normally we have our food in cook house, everyone eating same thing. Now in canteen u get to choose and buy food! YEah!

Back in bunk the cleaning up was horrendous.. i worked past sleep time just to pack and get sand off my clothings....by late 12am....i cannot tahan...for 6 days...first time dozin off on a proper bed.

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Thursday, January 25, 2007
Love philosophy
[havoc] ranted at 10:55 PM --- Post#1130622847365274346

It's hard for two people to love each other when they live in two different worlds...But when these two world collide and become one. That's what u call...MAGIC! If you're AFRAID to love a person because of friendship, you have 2 choices, either tell what you feel and let the love take place of forever or hide the feeling under a friendship full of PRETENSIONS.

Sometimes I've asked myself, what would make me HAPPY? To think that I have everything else, I get what I want....Then I REALIZED IT WAS YOU, too bad coz' it's YOU I can't have....... Love can never be so beautiful without FRIENDSHIP? One leads to another and the process is IRREVERSIBLE. The BEST of lovers is the GREATEST of friends!!! Love DOESN'T have to have a HAPPY ending, 'Coz love doesn't have to end at all.

When you love someone, DON'T expect that person to love you back the same amount. One of you will be ahead, the other behind. It's either you catch up or the other waits. Never be AFRAID to fall in love.It may HURT a lot, it may give you aches and pains, but if you DON'T follow your heart, in the end you will cry even more for not giving love achance. I'm sorry if you can't love me the way you loved the one before me, so I'll let you go to find him/her and hope someday you'll see that the TRUE LOVE you're looking for was the one who set you FREE.

Isn't it funny?? We're trying to catch the attention of the one we think we love. We hardly NOTICE them till they are in the arms of someoneelse.... Love is like standing on wet cement, the LONGER you stay, the HARDER it is to leave and you cannever go without leaving your prints behind....

THINK OF THIS: Have you really cared for someone more than you expected?Have you ever tried to love him/her despite of all the pain? Will you keep on loving he/she whispers someone else's name? Will you??? True love hears what is not spoken, and understands what is not explained, for love doesn't work in the mouth, nor the mind, but in the heart......

When you love, you must NOT accept anything in return, for if you do, you're not loving but INVESTING. If you love, you must PREPARE to accept pain. For if you expect HAPPINESS, you are not loving but USING.....I like you because you're my friend and because you are my friend and I care, and because I CARE, I LOVE you, I don't love you because you are my FRIEND.... I Love you because I do!!!!

FOOD FOR THE THOUGHT: It's better to lose your pride with someone you love rather than lose someone you love with your useless pride. I can't choose who I'm gonna love, but I also can't just love who chooses to love me....and you can't blame me in choosing to love you as much as I can't BLAME you for not learning to love me." How can I say GOODBYE to someone I never had??? Why do TEARS fall for someone who was never mine? Why is that I MISS someone i was never with and I ask why I love someone who's LOVE was never MINE?" Don't love a person like FLOWER, cause a flower dies in SEASON. Love them like a RIVER cause river flows FOREVER...... Love may leave your heart like SHATTERED GLASS, but keep in mind that there's someone who'll be WILLING to endure the pain of picking up pieces so you could be WHOLE again.... Somehow, it reminds mi of jigsaw puzzles .... It requires time, endurance n patient to fixed a whole picture... I know it's tough... my friend told mi that!!! The best & most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched. They must be felt with the heart.

Love is a choice. When we meet the right person to lovewhen we're at the right place at the right time, That's chance. When you meet someone you're attracted to, that's not a choice. That's chance. Being caught up in a moment (and there's alotof couples who get together because of this) is not a choice.That's also a chance. The difference is what happens afterwards. When will you take that infatuation, that crush, that mind-blowing attraction to the next level? That's when all sanity goes back, you sit down and contemplate whether you want to make this into a concrete relationship or just a fling. If you decide to love a person, even with his faults, That's not a chance.That's choice. When you choose to be with a person, no matter what,That's choice.

Even if you know there are many people out there who are more attractive, smarter, and richer than your mate, and yet, you decide to love your mate just the same, that's choice. Infatuation, crushes, attraction comes to us by chance. But true love that lasts is truly a choice. A choice that we make. Regarding soul mates, there's a beautiful movie quote that I believe is so true about this:"Fate brings you together, but it's still up to you to make it happen. "I do believe that soul mates do exist. That there is truly someone made for you. But it's still up to you to make the choice if you're going to do something about it or not. We may meet our soul mates by chance, but loving and staying with our soul mates is still A Choice we have to make. We came to the world not by finding someone perfect to love... BUT to learn how to love an imperfect person Perfectly...

Conclusion:It is not the matter how to find someone perfect to love, but how to love someone imperfect perfectly .....Love itself is a choice.

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A dedication to our comrade
[havoc] ranted at 10:31 PM --- Post#2122713856139751909

Sec 1.

I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didnt notice me like that, I knew it. After class she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanna tell her, I want her to know that I don`t wanna Be just friends, I love her but I`m just too shy, and I don`t know why...

Sec 4

The phone rang. On the other end it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, watched a drew barrymore movie, & ate 3 bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanna tell her, I want her to know that I don`t wanna be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and i dont know wHy


The day before prom she walked to my locker. "My date is Sick" she said, "he`s not gonna go." Well I didnt have a date and in sec 1 we made a promise that if neither of us had dates we would go together just as "best friends". So we did.

Prom niqht

After everything was over I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her, She smiled at me. I want her to be mine, but she doesn`t think of me like that and I know it. Then she said "I Had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanna tell her, I want her to know that I don`t want to be just friends, I love her but Im just too shy, and I dont kNow why.

Graduation Day

A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an anqel up on staqe to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didnt notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, you`re my best friend, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the Cheek. I wanna tell her, I want her to know that I don`t wanna be her best friend, I \love her but I`m just too shy, and I don`t know why

A Few Years Later

Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is gettinq married now. I watched her say "i do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn`t see me like that and I knew it. But before she Drove away, she came to me n said you came!" She said. "thanks!" and kissed me on the cheek. I wanna tell her, I want her to know that i dont wanna be just friends, I love her but I`m just too shy, and i don`t know why.

Years passed

I looked down at the coffin of a qirl who used to be my "best friend". At the service they read a diary entry she had wrote in her junior college years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn`t notice me like that, and I know it. i wanna tell him, i want him to know that I don`t wanna be just friends. I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don`t know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me...I wish I did too.

I thought to myself, and I cried. IF I had whispered words of love into her ears back den, she wd be MINE and I wd be HERS.

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Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Gags for laughs
[havoc] ranted at 9:07 PM --- Post#49466708636438290

If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee.

(Hardly seems worth it.)

If you farted consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb.

(Now that's more like it! So Eric, pls start farting. LMAO!)

The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet.

(O.M.G.! If my little brother can create that same amt of pressure, I wd haf entered the book of Guinness World Record)

A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes.

(In my next life, I want to be a pig.)

A cockroach will live nine days without its head before it starves to death.

(I'm still not over the pig.)

Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories a hour

(Don't try this at home,maybe at work. So Eric, start doing tt 1st thing tmr.)

The male praying mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to its body. The female initiates sex by ripping the male's head off.

("Honey, I'm home. What the....?!")

The flea can jump 350 times its body length. It's like a human jumping the length of a football field.

(30 minutes..lucky pig! Can you imagine wad I can do in tt 30 mins if I was a pig?)

The catfish has over 27,000 taste buds.

(What could be so tasty on the bottom of a pond? )

Some lions mate over 50 times a day.

(I still want to be a pig in my next life...quality over quantity)

Butterflies taste with their feet.

(Something I always wanted to know.)

The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue.


Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people.

(If you're ambidextrous, do you split the difference?)

Elephants are the only animals that cannot jump.

(okay, so that would be a good thing.)

A cat's urine glows under a black light.

(I wonder who was paid to figure that out? Harshal? Nah. I think the cat will run away upon seeing him)

An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.

(I know some people are like that. An infamous case: Eric)

Starfish have no brains

(I know some people are like that too. Refer to above)

Polar bears are left-handed.

(If they switch, they'll live a lot longer)

Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure.

(What about that pig??)


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Sunday, January 21, 2007
Maple aftermath
[havoc] ranted at 2:27 PM --- Post#3129360052808045893

Well, I decided to give my entire maple a/c to my supervisor. It was quite a surprising thing tt MS is not only popular among young kids/teens, it is also popular among ppl who r ard 30 yrs old. Imagine the appeal it has.. among ppl of diff age grps.. Wow!

So, if u happen to see my char online, dun get angry if u say hi to me and I didnt reply u. Juz tt I m not playing it anymore. And someone is playing it for me.

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The field camp awaits
[havoc] ranted at 2:05 PM --- Post#8426597165132616078

For Cygig, the field camp was the one he hated the most. Y? He cant bring his fone there at all. To add on to his misery, his camp is 6 days long. While he was feeling dejected, I on the other hand was rejoicing for him. Bcos I do not nid to blog on his behalf for 6 days. Woot! I nid a well-deserved break.

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The day continues..
[havoc] ranted at 1:49 PM --- Post#1712865691770082104

It has come to cygig's attention tt it was already morning. While everybody was bz completing the Standard Obstacle Course, he was, well, observing them frm a distance. In other words, he was slacking.

It was his 2nd day of his Att B. Today, everyone in his platoon was trying out the 1st 3 obstacles of the Standard Obstacle Course, which includes low wall climbing, parallel bar climbing and barbed wire trekking. As he was not feeling well, Cygig didnt join the rest in the exercise. Of cos, tt's not the end of the platoon's training menu. They did some strength training in the afternoon.

"Man, is the weather hot. I even feel giddy sitting under the shade," Cygig murmured to himself.

Wad abt the rest of his platoon mates? They continued their strength training exercise. The hot and unbearable sun didnt stop its onslaught against the men who r undergoing the strength training. Luckily, there was a hugh downpour in the evening, which put an end to the sun's treachery.

While some celebrated the oncoming of the downpour, some hated it. For ppl like Cygig who cant stand humid weathers, the ever changing weather makes him even more sick den b4.

Some survey forms were distributed to the cadets. The cadets were asked to fill up according to their preference. Qns include:
1) Interested in gg commanding sch?
2) And other qns which Cygig didnt specify

Who cares abt the commanding sch! Cygig juz wanted the slackest job the army can offer. As expected frm him, I presume.

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Friday, January 19, 2007
Screwed up..
[havoc] ranted at 9:49 PM --- Post#7604887533545697358

Nobody was born a saint/god. I dont haf a halo above my head when I was born, nor do i haf one now. Angel Gabriel didnt drop by one fine day told my mum tt she wd be pregnant.

Looking at my previous entries abt myself and the class, I felt I was too rash in my conclusion. Someone once told me an interesting thing, which I tot was meaningful and decided to share wif ppl viewing this blog.

"Life is filled wif ups and downs. There r times where u will experience immense joy and happiness. Of cos, there wd also be times where situations do not favour u. Its up to u to achieve the impossible. Forgive those who haf sinned against u. Forget those miserable times where the sinners had obstructed yr progress in yr work. Forgive and Forget. The 2 f words r the most fundamental principles of life. Some ppl r born great, while some haf great trust placed upon them. Who r u? Ask yrself. Do u noe the answer?''

Well I found this paragraph quite familiar at 1st glance. Maybe frm some bible or holy teachings? Who cares.

Forgive and forget. These 2 f words on the surface r any ordinary words where one can check up their meanings in any English dictionary. How to forgive? How to forget? Easier said than being done as anyone wd say. I feel the same way too.

To forgive is an easier task den to forget smth. To forgive those who haf sinned against u, for example in the backstabbing case I haf mentioned, it is easy for me to forgive the one who is guilty of committing the crime. I juz accept tt as a part and parcel of life. I do not blame him for stabbing me with a 5-inch knife behind my back. Anyway wad goes ard comes ard.

To forget abt tt matter wd b the hardest thing to do in most cases. Since the 5-inch knife is already stabbed in my back, it had thus left a hideous scar in my sea of memory. Its tt ugly scar which reminded me of how I was backstabbed and who the culprit was. The scar was more of a symbol tt wd stick to my body for years to come. The day the scar finally disappeared is the day where I haf successfully forgotten abt the matter. Time will heal all wounds?

Similarly I forgave everyone in class who ignored my email, esp those who treat the email as dirt. Of cos, I shd show more empathy to my classmates. Putting myself in their shoes, if I was to receive an email by yee one fine day, asking me to provide suggestions to improve some worthless piece of shit, I wont even give a fuck abt it. I wd choose to ignore it. Worst. I wd take it as I didnt receive the mail. Y? The reason being tt nobody felt obliged to do this shit. Since this shit landed up in yee's hand, he might as well clean it up. Do us all a big favour. Well, wad can I say? Ppl's mentality is like tt. The more I blame them, the more I wd hate them. Might as well forgive them. Forgetting abt the unco-operativeness the class had demonstrated was another matter altogether.

I was not born to be great. I am not Theodore Roosevelt aka Teddy. I did not construct the Panama Canal. I haf too many flaws to be picked on. True. Well, at least I dare to admit them. I m definitely not like someone who likes to stir up unhappiness and sow distrusts among friends, yet pretending to be oblivious abt the matter.

The pen is mightier the sword. However, I feel tt the mighty pen is no match to the cunning behaviour one has displayed in front of others. There is always one mountain which is higher, I suppose.

I dont noe whether I qualify for the latter. Who m I? I dunno. U decide?

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[havoc] ranted at 9:13 PM --- Post#8414213031988990067

With every fairy tale comes an ending which is always "happily ever after". Not so for our friend who is suffering under the cruel fate of NS now. Cygig finally walked up to the medic today and reported sick. A long battle with his sore throat for 6 days proved to be a torturous one for our exhausted young friend.

Surprisingly, Cygig discovered more similar cases when he visited the medic. All haf similar syptoms as him.

"Is it an epidemic? SARS? No! I dun want to die rite now.. There r too many things out there for me to accomplish. Tell me this isnt happening.." Cygig became paranoid.

"Calm down. Let me take yr temp and blood pressure. U wont die. Well, at least for now," the medic reassured him in a sacarstic manner.

It turns out tt it was a normal sore throat. Nth special or extraodinary. Well Cygig went back to camp. He was feeling pain in his throat. The painful sensation. Yet nobody took notice of him. They all tot Cygig chao geng. No sympathy for our little patient here.

Dejected, he felt. Angry, he was wif the mates and sergeants who dun understand his plight.

Cygig was really sick. He has no time to figure out how ppl think of him. Due to his illness, he got att B, which literally means he can skip training. He juz haf to sit there and observe his platoon suffer under the hands of their sergeant for 2 days.

Juz as he was slacking, Cygig set his sight on Shaun. Shaun was not acting normally. He was staggering during the road march. He seems to be holding his chest really tight, somehow he had difficulty to breathe.

"Asthma attack," Cygig reacted.

Off he sprang to answer Shaun's distress call. After saving him, he accompanied him to walk to the cookhse to haf dinner. Yet some OCs r unsympathetic towards the both of them, feeling tt both of them were exaggerating their actions. WTF!

Cygig felt tired and he soon fell aslp. Perhaps its the anesthetic the medic used.

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Thursday, January 18, 2007
Nostalgic abt SBQ
[havoc] ranted at 9:42 PM --- Post#2416421027719624788

Source A

This extract is taken from the conv with a berserker after reading my earlier entry.

"I juz want to let u noe the truth. It was a v last min thing, just to find company for hinho cos his last day b4 work. I only contacted 2 person, wj n ct cos they were online. We only contacted other ppl to join us when we were at kel's hse. I tot wj called to inform u abt the matter. However, he forgot. The purpose is to let u noe the truth so tt u wont misunderstand. End of story. Take it or leave it."

Source B

This extract is taken from a peacemaker during a conv wif him over msn.

"I read yr blog. So sry tt I forgot to tell u abt the gathering. I think it slipped off my mind. Its not HP's fault. It was a last min thing, and there was little time for us to prepare everything. So when we were at kel's hse, we started to call everyone. I called KS. Maybe I left u out. But it wasnt intentional. HP also suggested to ask u along."

Source C

This extract is taken from the blogger himself.

"I was bz the whole of yest. I had to spend the whole morning walking ard the whole office searching for missing files which were scattered at every corners of the office.

At nite, I had a final draft to process on b4 submitting it to the AJC teacher in charge. Teacher reprimanded me over fone for late submission of the draft. The reason behind this: The fucking email wif attachment I sent out to the entire class to ask them to give their views on Ms In, less den 1/5 of the class replied.

Though some constructive suggestions to improve it were made, it took them a decade to reply. Some didnt even take the trouble to reply me, making my job v difficult. If I noe the class were so unco-operative, I wdnt take on this job in the 1st place. No sympathy for the person doing the shit. No empathy for a person who is anxiously waiting for ppl's replies. Nothing. This is wad I get. WTF!

To add on to this nonsense, I haf to exercise multi-tasking. Besides editing the draft, I haf 3 msn conv windows on my screen, with 2 talking abt the same stuff. (pls read Source A and B for further details).

If a berserker who comes online all of a sudden starting to condemn wad one has written in one's blog, using preaching language to convince tt she shd not be suspected or even be blamed for this misunderstanding, it surely and definitely wd piss me off at tt moment. Though I was pissed at tt time being, I withheld my anger and frustration. There r more impt tasks, like editing my own work wif the few suggestions given, tt nid to be done. Tt was y I was reluctant to pull the trigger on the berserker. If u think u haf won, think again.

Also, pls do not make the conv like we r in a market place, slashing over prices of goods. The berserker sound as tt I m left wif no choice. The feeling of "Whether u r wif me, or u r against me". Sounds familiar? Yah go check out from whom's mouth tt came frm. U shd den understand y i m so pissed off wif u.

The peacemaker's approach was of cos "to make love, not war", which I appreciated. Less emotive words, but it brought the whole msg across. Gd tt he makes an effort in convincing me tt it was all a misunderstanding. I wd apologise if i see the nid.

I m not writing this bcos I want to piss the berserker off or humiliate her for suspecting her of hiding smth frm me. I serve to inform, not nag. I m not a hero/saint, but I m someone who slogs his guts out, working on a useless thing where few contributed. Y was I picked? I dunno. U can say its unlucky. No reward. Nth. This is the shitty reward I get. Who's there wanting to hear this life and true story I wanted to share wif? I can tell u truthfully. Frm the btm of my heart, the answer is nobody. Nobody at all. Not even KS. He's not there when I nid him. Bcos nobody gives a fuck abt me and the email I sent!

The gathering is all I nid so tt I can ask anyone u all invited to gif me opinion so tt I can improve on. When the teacher in charge told me to ask my class to sign for the draft I wrote, I told her this myself.

"No nid to ask them. They simply haf no time. I shall sign it for them on their behalf."

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Save me from this wretched tomb!!!
[havoc] ranted at 9:23 PM --- Post#7191588823872037425

As mentioned in earlier entries, Cygig was suffering frm a bad sore throat, which devastated his days in tekong. Luckily, he was off to a slack start today.

They juz completed their shooting test. So it was Platoon 3 and 4's turn at the target shootout zone today. Cygig was relieved tt today they wont be doing anything special. They juz had to clean up all the shit they left at the scene yest. Haha juz kidding. Cygig was bz cleaning his rifle, packing stuff for field camp and other misc jobs in the bunk, like airing their smelly and wet uniforms and undies.

After cleaning up, Cygig stayed quiet and depressed. Missing his parents? Nah. It turned out tt it was too painful to open up his mouth to talk. His throat felt dry and painful. The days under panadol only ease the excruciating pain surging inside his throat. Healing the bad throat was another matter altogether.

Many days haf gone by. Everybody tot he was juz fooling ard so tt he can skip training and get MC. In actual fact, he aint. Well nobody believed him. Even myself. No offence. So there we haf a sick cat who is unable to voice his pain due to a bad throat. I mean literally.

With temp surging higher with each passing day, setting a whole new record each time he took his temp, frm den 37.3 to now 37.9, he's confused whether to approach the medic. Afraid tt the medic wd perform some operation without anesthetic, he gave out on the idea.

"ARGH! PAIN! Swallow saliva until v pain. Someone pls save me. Anyone will do," Cygig took his last breathe to utter these few words. Those were the final words of his msg. I simply dunno wad has become of him.. NOW..

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Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Get ready to fire..
[havoc] ranted at 9:31 PM --- Post#4296826970638256826

Today is the expected live shooting exercise. It took place in some remote part of Tekong. Since the place was too remote, Cygig cannot pinpoint which way points in the direction of his camp.

A 5 tonner military lorry, capable of transporting abt 30 men and equipment, picked Cygig and his friends at the transport station. The journey was short, but the roads were bumpy. Cygig got a few hard head knocks on the way due to the low ceiling. "Blast tt ceiling," he lamented.

Soon the lorry came to a halt. Cygig was amazed at wad he saw. Nth but several target practice. Everyone went for weapon zeroing, which is to offset the rifle's aim to one's eye. Due to the lack of space to carry out the live fire, platoon 3 and 4 were sent back to their camp and their shooting exercise will commence the following day.

As for Cygig's platoon, they took lunch at 12. After lunch, they entered the unfamiliar outdoor firing chamber and shot (I meant frm the rifle, b4 u think of smth else). The targets were all same as the IMT simulator, but the difference is the real fire recoil is damn, DAMN loud and explosive..

Cygig almost went deaf. It took him a few mins to realise tt he's missing his ear plugs. Luckily the OC didnt c, or else his weekend will be burnt off for guard duty.

Since it was a hands on exercise, lots of rifle jammed repeatedly and lots of reshooting were put in place. Lots of targets were spoiled. For instance, the target nv seemed to respond when Cygig hit the target, which affected his overall grade. In addition, there were times where the magazine went faulty, tt is bullets wont feed into rifle. Well, who else to blame for rotten luck? Other den himself?

The whole shooting practice lasted until 1230 am. It was a gruesome day for Cygig, managing to pass the overall test. Surprisingly, he failed his morning shooting. Fortunate for him, the nite shooting saved some of his ass and it brought his result to a pass grade. Of cos, the advantage of nite shooting is one can aim and fire at own time own target and at nearer distance frm the target. "Man, bring up the challenge. This is Gunz Live. And i really mean LIVE," he cheered.

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Tuesday, January 16, 2007
The infidel
[havoc] ranted at 9:36 PM --- Post#4452510996188118731

This entry is dedicated to my acquaintance, who is btw an irritating fucker by the name of harshal. Pardon the use of profanities. He deserves it, in my most humble yet reserved opinion.

The days of backstabbing r over. Man, I felt relieved. The tense atmosphere in class, coupled wif a few friends who r always plotting to backstab other ppl, was a terrible exp for me. Being backstabbed was not a pleasant thing, esp if tt came frm Harshal.

Tt 2 faced fish cum backstabber was a pain in everyone's ass. And I mean everyone in particular. He was responsible for the offset of friendships or alliances betw each groups. Juz when u think u noe him v well, think again.

Gd at covering his own tracks without leaving a single trace. Proficient in the use of words to convince ppl tt he is an innocent party. The most vicious and cunning super villian one can ever imagine. Yet he is rite here in our realm. OMG!

Though the backstabbing days r over, but his childishness nv cease to amaze me day by day.

Whenever he is online, he wd say hi to anyone who is msn online. A very polite boy I muz say. Juz when i was abt to reply and send him my well wishes for him, he wd suddenly appear offline. It didnt happen once. It didnt happen twice. It didnt happen thrice. WTF! It happens almost every single time. Is this a kinda of joke? So I decided to ask my friends whether they experienced this b4. The results: YES!

WtF was he thinking? A 19 yr old young adult, wif the mind of a 1 yr old? Is the body developing faster den the brain himself? A clear demonstration of how the growth of a body far surpass tt of a human mind. Seriously spking, I was abt to call SUNDAC to check whether any of its patients was granted an early breakoff. The 1st person tt came to my mind when I asked tt: My beloved Harshal.

Some ppl r born to be great. Some haf great trust bestowed upon them. Harshal was no where in betw. To put it simply and bluntly, he was off the scale. He was neither born great or had tt much of trust to start wif. He is a mangy son of a bitch.

PS. Harshal, if u so happen to read this entry, do not be so pissed off that u start to pee in yr pants or run off to yr mummy and ask her to comfort u. This is wad the rest and even myself felt towards u. No hard feelings. But for a bloody faggot like yrself, u wont noe how it feels like to be bestowed the power of love. Dun worry, we wont shed a drop of tear on yr deathbed. The only thing tt we will be shedding is our unsympathetic passion towards u.

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Hell? Maybe not
[havoc] ranted at 9:04 PM --- Post#9014647668592097027

The day drew to a quick closure. Everything ended smoothly for cygig. Well almost everything. The postponed shuttle run test was scheduled this morning.

Cygig ran. For the 1st time, he gave all his heart and soul into tt sprint. Results proved to be disappointing. He failed. Fortunate for him, he was given a retrial. This time, Cygig mustered all his strength, got ready at the starting position, and ran.

He sprinted forth and back twice. Ouch! His knees hurt, but tt didnt stop our young bucaneer frm completing the torturous race.

"It was a race to the finish. No stopping now," he repeated tt in his mind.

Soon it was abt to be over. However, Satan was beside him all the while, watching his every movement. He raised one finger and pointed to the block tt cygig has retrieved earlier and placed on the ground.

Oblivious to Cygig, he was heading into the road of doom. He sprinted. Suddenly, he tripped over tt block on the floor and fell flat on the ground. The ground ard him starts to shake juz when his whole body collided into it.

"Ouch!" Cygig exclaimed.

IFC is nx on Cygig's task list. First, he had to judge the distance using only his eyes, thumb and feet. Then, he had to determine tt distance by drawing on a range card. A range card is a simple map of the surroundings, indicating one's arc or boundary of fire and some other prominent landmarks. This is to aid reinforcement troop understand the surrounding when they replace yr position if u die in war.

"How nice and thoughtful," Cygig gave a sacarstic remark.

Basha aka small tent building was nx. The weather was on Cygig's side this time round. It was sunny, so he didnt get too wet or dirty from pitching the tent.

Tmr is live range shooting. Cygig is scared, bcos shawn will be there. He's worried history will repeat itself. Cygig also quite scared tt his throat may get worse, since the pain came back after panadol's effect wore off.

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Monday, January 15, 2007
A simple yet hard to swallow truth
[havoc] ranted at 8:59 PM --- Post#1121320805552646741

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to anyone, dead or alive, is entirely unintentional.

In dedication to Uncle Alvin's Nov post..

Well my case is less severe, compared to uncle alvin's scenario. To put it simply and bluntly, life really sux when u take someone for a friend, yet he/she treats u as a rubbish chute..

The most immediate response from a person who got deceived by the other party in the above scenario: WTF!

Of cos, I muz admit I m pretty blind myself to not notice this ugly trait tt my so-called friend has subscribed to. Ignorance is bliss? One certainly has to rethink and revalue tt statement.

How I manage to find out? Mere coincidence and sheer luck, sadly and truthfully spking..

Juz happened to meet up wif bq and wj one fine day at Ajisan. It was bq's bookout day. We were hoping to see how army has transformed and shaped our young debator friend. Besides tt, wj and I were curious how army wd be like? Is it tt horrible like most of our predecessors b4 us had mentioned it to be? Or wad? Well, there we r at Ajisan getting to noe more juicy news frm him.. Wad a better person to ask other den him?

So he was sharing his wonderful experiences he had back in army. It was not tt bad as some had prescribed it to be.. Feeling bored, I decided to change the conversation topic.

"Hey wj! Wad r u bz wif nowadays?" I asked.

"Nth much. I juz quit frm my previous job.''

"Haha. U juz cant live without me, rite?"

WJ gave a sacarstic grin. Den he popped in a qn which left me astounded for minutes to come..

"How come U were not at the farewell gathering last Weds?"

"I beg u r pardoned? Wad gathering? How come I didnt hear a single shit coming frm the organiser or the one in charge?"

"The gathering was at kel's hse. HP was the organiser.. I think it was a get together gathering to send off kel and the rest of the pack who r enlisting in JAN.." Wj replied.

"Ouch," BQ lamented sacarstically.

"Army's life drilling a hole in yr body?" I tried to tackle tt insult BQ made.

"C'mon. Stop digressing frm the issue.. Not poking fun at u here.." BQ fought back.

"Haiz maybe she forgot? Or the person who is supposedly to msg me forgot all abt it? Or.." I answered half-heartedly..

"Or wad?" BQ spoke in an intimidating manner.

"U juz want me to spell out, rite? Fine, tt incident last mth.. Happy?" I frowned.

"Of cos. Its highly possible tt she left u out juz bcos of tt." BQ answered.

"Nah, I dun think so. HP isnt tt kinda of person." WJ defended.

While the 2 r debating on the issue, I was sitting in one corner listening to wad they haf to say. Obviously this has turned out to be a cat fight betw the 2 of them. I was no where in the pic. Finally, I gave them a piece of my mind.

"Aiyah. Though I cant be certain abt wad BQ said, but his words bear much sense. After tt incident, it made me realise how selfish and self-centred and cold-blooded HP can be.. For a person whom I regarded as friend for 2 yrs, tt is like a knife stabbed in my back. Let's juz stop arguing abt this issue and move on to another topic, shall we?"

Obviously, I want them to talk abt smth else. Arguing abt it makes no sense and has no bearing in our life. If a friend whom i noe is so petty abt such stuff, it will be jolly gd for both of us not to be friends in the 1st place. Though I want to hear her explanation, after wad I had witnessed, I find it meaningless for me to do so. It saddens me to noe a friend of such ugly behaviour and trait.

Her existence in this world brings joy to some ppl, yet endangers the nature of humanity. Humanity is at risk. Who is there to stop this? Sadly not me, but herself.

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The road back to hell
[havoc] ranted at 8:36 PM --- Post#3987862111176992098

Hell was nv a place one wd like to be in, likewise for cygig.

Depressed tt he has to leave his comfort zone once again to return to hell, he has no choice but accept this cruel fate. Fate has been screwing him up and down ever since he was born. Y is he born to be a boy? Y muz he grow up? Y muz he turn 18? Well, only god noes the answer.

Cygig sat down for dinner wif his family b4 his yet again departure to hell. Even though he can reunite wif his family in 2 weeks time, the food was having difficulties to get down his throat. Cygig wasnt feeling sentimental or emotional, but rather his throat hurts and swells when he gulps down the food.

Pathetic, he thought.

Back at Tekong, he took some panadol to relieve the pain in his accursed throat. Panadol proves to live up to its name. It was less painful for cygig. As he laid down on his bed, the thoughts of him spending the following days and nites in the creepy jungles of Tekong came to haunt him. Training was no tough feat for our young and worthy athelete. The 2 weeks of IFC and stuff leaves him little room to ponder how is he gg to clean and dry his uniforms in time..

Paranoid, he felt..

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Sunday, January 14, 2007
Sorry, thats Mr Zombie
[ZOMBiE CyGiG] ranted at 4:25 PM --- Post#432972238791303762

Ok, i dunno who is gonna read this blog, so for privacy sake, i shall name two persons Alpha and Beta in my section.

Both Alpha and Beta are nice peeps. Alpha is actually quite normal normal...well, like to joke around sometimes to keep things alive in bunk. But Alpha seem to be overly-anxious about some particular events in NS. Overly anxious....so anxious that he will keep recurring the event in his mind and get overly stressed about it. Sounds abit like me actually.

Beta is a quiet guy. Loves literature and all the classics. Being innocent and guai(1), he seldom goes the "lame way", nor fancy about disturbing and making fun or particular ppl or events. But this Beta is actually quite emotional. And due to some cultural difference, he dun seem to be able to express himself well to the others. Meaning he keep all his feelings to himself.

There was this day Alpha was praying hard he wun get the guard duty on Sat. Becos if that particular Sat is burnt, it will be another two weeks later before you get a good book out and rest, cos the next week is field camp, and gotta be confined in tekong. Somehow or rather, the Mr. Unlucky found him. Alpha got the guard duty. He was simply shocked. Being overly-anxious...he dint noe what to do.

The thing is inside his mind, the idea that his weekend will be burnt is killing him. The idea recurred again and again which eventually brought him to a state of "zombification". This also worsen his poor health at that point of time. He coughed more and ached more all over. Finally he cannot take it anymore and went to report sick. Sure enough, he dint "chao geng", he was really really sick. He got Att B, meaning off all hectic duties, including the Sat guard duty.

So who knows...Beta was called up to stand in for him. Previously, Beta was already mentally unstable. Things like the tough PT and the rolling in mud field simply put him off. He hated his stay in tekong enuff liao. So when Beta was informed he has to burnt his weekend for Alpha, he was stumped. He dint noe how to express himself, he just quietly accepted the fact.

Alpha dint feel good either. Becos the others labelled him as a black sheep who put off his duty and inconvinenced others. But he knew himself he was really sick and forced to the point of explosion. He really regretted everything. So he decided to apologise to Beta sincerely. He was sincere, Beta never really blamed him also. But Beta, like Alpha detested the idea of burning such an important weekend.

As the day goes by, all the mud and sweat and dirt kicks in, until a point he let out a sharp hysterical scream in the toilet that pierced my heart. Meanwhile, Alpha lived in the shadow of depression and self-blaming, and under the saliva fire of the others. He tried to be nice and good to everyone, but i noe he is really down inside.

What can i do? I told the rest that Alpha dint do it on purpose and he is feeling as bad as Beta. And i keep asking if Beta is alright. I mean thats as much as i can do. Beta dint want to create anymore complications, so he went for the guard duty in the end.

All these are based on my personal views. Personally, i dun blame or despise Alpha or Beta. Cos i noe the feel. F E E L. Smthing i keep telling lily about on MSN in the nites. A lot of times, its very hard to imagine or know how other feel. Smthing light and simple to you may be hell to others. I told Jas before, replies like "its ok de lah", "just dun think about it", "other ppl also liddat", "look on the brite side" NEVER helps. Becos its just simplifing stuff, and seeing the problem as smthing small from your perspective, where the other party is feeling exactly the opposite.

For me myself, i dunno why im helping the rest when im already losing my mind. I had lost my mind since the long term depression in AJ. Now its coming back once again. In tekong im really really trying my best best not to collapse or go into a state of madness or smthing. It will be terrible. The most is that i zombifby myself. Dun tok, dun think, cry inside my heart and hope things will get better. Meanwhile, i will not allow the harsh situation to shake my ideas and mindset. Some ppl say my mindset is completely screwed and corrupted. Sorry, but thats me. Mr Zombie, thats me myself.

My friends noe very well i detested physical activities. I dun give a damn about what having nice body or being very fit. I hate the idea of "be a man!" - torturing yourself in physical activities to prove your balls out. I never believe in working hard or endure or persevere in smthing i dun like, much less smthing i hated all along my 18 yrs of life.

Sorry, thats Mr Zombie.

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[ZOMBiE CyGiG] ranted at 12:31 AM --- Post#6796883694117070693

Very tired....shagged.

I dunno...but i cant feel my legs. I cant open them wide apart, can only do small movements like walking in small steps. My left thigh joint feels its not in the correct place...like got some screw loose inside liddat. When i walk, i just cripple, as if my left leg is coming out anytime. Pain? No pain at all, thats the strange part. I cant control my legs, i cant really feel them when walking. When standing, my kness will just give way all of a sudden, and i got to use extra force to hold myself there.

My right shoulder, as usual the old injury from carrying my bag on the right for prolonged period of time, aching like mad. How it feels? Hmmm imagine again u dun feel much on your shoulder, the surface of my shoulder skin is just like...dead. Then the shoulder muscle is just damn tensed up, like a cramp liddat, very "sour" feeling. U poke my shoulder, its rock hard. And when i try to relax, my right shoulder will be at a lower level than my left shoulder.

My throat...dry like desert. Pain like labour. I cant swallow even my saliva properly. Keep coughing and i can taste my own blood inside.

Fortunately, my arms still alright, else i wun be typing here le.

Mentally...i cant think of anything...Very confused...dizzy...tired...feel like bursting...feel like going mad...ahhhh...why am i inuch a state? i dunno....maybe i pushed myself too hard le? Haiz...

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Saturday, January 13, 2007
Total Zero Energy Left
[ZOMBiE CyGiG] ranted at 3:50 PM --- Post#5836956628353773878

The New Blogger
The blogger is Havoc, formerly known as Hoi Hoi on Kiat's blog. And wtf my blog team doing....why my daily events not updated sia...well just joking...they are busy as well. Ok...let me try recall what we did in tekong...

Saturday (6 Jan 2007)
Returned to Tekong, supposed to return one day before, but cos i sick so i got to return the next day.

IMT time again. Remeber IMT? Its the simulator shooting. Today trying out new targets, like the snap target which appear for only 4 seconds...strangely...they are not as strict this time...i remb they kao bei a lot the last IMT lesson.

Cos im only day 1, the afternoon PT i was slacking all away...

Shaun on MC....returning on Sunday

Sunday (7 Jan 2007)
Shaun returned from his...FLU...ya rite...and kena guard duty on monday.

Today really....slack? Again im on Day 2, slacking away off the PT. Everyone is complaining cos its fucking bored...its a Sunday...so not much activities...its like wasting our time lor...

Yaseen tore his chin while running...its like im sitting there slacking with Shaun when i saw Yaseen returning to join us with a bloody PT shirt. What happened was someone knocked into him and he fell on the edge of the parade square and got this chin deeply cut. He was sent to the medics immediately..where they and the commanders decide what to do with him. The commanders suggested putting antiseptic cream and bandage..while last minute the medic decide to do stitching.

Stitching is still alright....but the medic never put anesthesia (dunno the correct term for it). Its like...just stop the bleeding and stict his chin right infront of him...even the commanders dun wanna see..all walked off. After that...he cant tok, he cant eat, he cant luff...pain on the chin mah. Then the Medics also never give him any medic status...so its like they expect him to join in all the physical activities right after getting stitch on his chin

Monday (8 Jan 2007)
Day 3 liao...haiz...got to join PT. There seems to be a lack of commanders...a lot of them not there...

Morning is the IMT test. Again the commanders were screaming his old same phrases again. "Its ok...do what you want, if your kill someone in the live range then your know". Since Shuan did not come on the last practise, he missed out a lot alot. So ya lor, he was like damn blur about the procedures. He still failed after three tries. He keep saying what cannot see the target.

Honestly, i cant see shit also for the illum target. Nite shooting is tested, but its the first time doing it. They have a practise magazine, then the next magazine is the test liao. WTF? Nite shooting got 3 type, illum (a guy slightly camouflaged to the sandy bg), flashing (the target itself cant be seen, but a flashing light is centered in the target, simulating an enemy firing at you) and lastly the silhouette target, which is brite light coming from the back and the target is just a black shadow.

My eyes just cant pick up the illum target from its bg well. I got 0/4 shots for that.

There are foxhole, squatting/kneeling, standing shoulder, prone position to be tested...trust me...except for foxhole, the rest all damn tiring...its like u cant relax your arms cos u will be scolded for pointing your rifle anyhow.

Ya i passed the test...just barely passed...As for shaun...the commander say "i have no time for you (for more tries)". Well...maybe he got to re range again or smthing.

Shaun say guard duty very easy, he got sent to the Ammo Depot...and guard 2 hours, sleep 4 hours...until tuesday monring. Can bring food, bring phone, bring radio. Shaun carried the shield and some rod to wack off ppl trying to steal bullets. Sadly no one stole any bullets.

Tuesday (9 Jan 2007)
PT starts today...oh wtf...AGR was canceled halfway cos of the rain. Then the commander say we will have OTOT (Own Time Own Target) as a platoon. What 15 standard push up, 10 diamond, 10 spider and end with another 15 standard. This is one set...we did a lot of sers...plus all the leg rising...50+ jumping jets, lots of chicken backside (squat down, hold ankle and move your butt up and down) and a lot that i cant even remember.

Shaun came back from guard duty then, halfway thru our brutal punishment. He was given the permission to sleep for four hours after he comes back from duty, while we were manically tortured.

In the evening is the 4km road march...with the field pack this time...haiz...so tired liao still want march. I tell u hor, the bloody field pack is like...what 10+kg? U put it on u dun even feel like moving liao...much less marching 4km. Seriously tiring.

At nite is swimming...quite song lah...cos slack what...take float and swim like 25m...then finish le.

Wednesday (10 Jan 2007)
Double PT. Double strength training. one on the morning...one in the afternoon. Its the same old stuff again. The warm up, 5BX (5 basic exercise), movement drill, then take dumbells and lift, then throw medicine ball at your partner (partner cannot catch, down 20). Same old commanders yelling and screaming at us for the slightest mistake. Same old tekan and push ups...same old sweating until whole body wet. SAME!

The SAME repeated for the evening PT! But they cut off the 5BX and the movement drill. Cos later on after dinner is the National Education tok (which is sleeping session mostly) in the Audi. Was sitting w old buddy Shaun and Yaseen toking cock and imitating the commanders' yelling and screaming.

Nite falls and...ya we went to bed. Damn tired. Although in my blog, u read u think like we very relaxed liddat, but the environmental stress, run here run there, cant sleep well in bunk plus all my usual over-anxiousness really pushed me till to level zero. Here the seven hours sleep is like not even as nice as a 3 hours sleep at home lor...stressed...AHHHHH~

Thursday (11 Jan 2007)
Morning's PT was canceled due to the heavy rain. No OTOT also. Happy. Then got some lecture on IFC (Individual Field Craft). Then lunch.

After lunch, we lethargically put on our LPV (Light Protection Vest), helmet, long four and rifle and proceed to the outfield for practise on camouflage. They never really taught us how to put on camouflage cream...We anyhow anyhow lor. The base is green in colour, then three black strips from left top to right bottom of your face to cover your nose and your two cheek bones.

For your body, stuff grass into the shoulder rank strip to break the shape of your shoulder. Then poke in grasses into your helmet. We went into the forest at first, but then it rained too heavily out of a sudden. So we went to a nearby training shack to wait. After the heavy rain, we found a better forest clearing to practise the camouflaging.

I dunno anything...just follow Shaun around...poke grasses into each other's helmet....then just lie on the wet ground behind the bushes.

WTF the ground really WET and crawling with all sorts of INSECTS. Although ya a bunch of guys...but the amount of insects in the vegetation is really...disgusting. Woodlouse size of cockroaches, large spiders crawling up your shoulder, mites going into your underwear and bite your cock...all sorts of crawlies...

We suppose to observe what the commanders are doing at some distance from where we hiding, so as to simulate observation of the enemy. "ah ah that two buddy...come out"...me and shuan kena caught...i guess cos we keep toking to each other.

Then after some tries i sort of "pass" the test lah. Then asked to roll in mud and stuff.

Its fun....but the cleaning up is worst sia...all the mud and stuff so damn hard to get rid of...and the smell of mud is making me puke. All my LPVs and Uniform completely yellowing...and after 5 rounds of rinsing the water is still opaque yellow.

Friday (12 Jan 2007)
Same thing again...AGR in the morning canceled halfway, followed by IFC once again. The rain is fucking big and we were made to roll in the wet field. Learnt how to approach the enemy. Walk walk walk then when contacted with enemy, prone down.

Prone down:
1. Squat with master hand supporting ground, another hand hold rifle forward
2. thrust out both legs, like push up liddat. Another hand still holding the rifle, pointing forward.
3. let go of master hand and grip rifle properly and take aim

Now the supressing fire suppose to attack enemy, so this chance u can stand up and advance forward to the next cover. within 4 seconds, u need to prone again. If u haven reach your shelter, then u leopard crawl there. Why 4 seconds? Cos an average human take 4 seconds to aim and squeeze trigger. So within 4 seconds u got to prone to avoid getting hit.

By the end of the lesson, same as the day before, all wet all mud and my boots is like got tapole lying eggs inside liao.

Again damn shagged and sick and still got to clean the rifle and mud.

Saturday (13 Jan 2007)
Today (the day i wrote this entry) is book out day. Morning got IPPT. As usual i fail Pull up, running, SBJ, shutter run only lah. In fact my results deprove liao from last time AJ. Anyway i dun give a fuck care about IPPT (u noe me....)

After that was a hectic Area Cleaning. Then due to the new intake parents and the rain, book out time was delayed from 12.30 to 1pm plus.

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Thursday, January 11, 2007
part ii
[havoc] ranted at 9:08 PM --- Post#3913841216956756412

"Status of patient?"

"Heartbeat normal. 2 major cuts near the chin. X-ray shows no fracture of skull. Skull seems to be intact."

"Wheel the configurator to the operation room. Prepare for stitching operation.'

"Yes doctor."

Chee was wheeled into the operation room for almost 1 hr. The tense situation of the medical centre, buckled wif the mystery appearance of the trench they saw earlier, made the trio entrenched to their seats.

Unknown to them, a dark shadow looms in the dark corner behind them, watching their every movement v closely. He has been following them for the past 1hr. His eyes are like those of a hunter eyeing his prey. His focus was not on the trio, but at the door which holds access to the operation room.


Cries of agony blasted the quiet hallway. The trio was shocked by the abrupt noise. The noise pierced and shakened the ears of the trio for 2 mins. Zombie wished he had brought earplugs. "Too bad den," he murmured to himself.

Just den, the guardian angel in white reappeared b4 them, wif a face of disgust.

"Yr friend is okay now, all thx to the thick skull of his. We had stitched the 2 cuts. His jaw is fully operational. The patient is now conscious. U can visit him, but dun disturb him for tt long. He nids ample rest."

Off they stormed to the room to meet chee.


The trio sensed smth amiss frm the operation room. But they cant pinpoint wad is wrong or out of place.. Soon they were brought back to their senses. How come chee wasnt given anesthesia? WTF?

"FUCK U," the doctor made his last entrance as he approached the trio. " Do u noe how expensive anesthesia drug is? This is the island of Tekong, if u want proper treatment, by all means, go to the main island. Our medical centre is too poor to afford such high quality and elite treatment.."

The trio was caught dumbfounded.

"Also, i nv seen such a coward in my entire life. Yelling and screaming at the top of one's voice for such a minor operation. Adults behaving like toddlers.. I wont be distributing MC to such a pathetic guy. He can go fuck shit for all he wants. I wont ward him. Pls show the basic courtesy of bringing him home! Pls get off frm my uncaring and unsympathetic face."

Chee was speechless. But not for the dark shadow. He has been grinning ever since the guardian angel stepped out frm the operation room.

To be continued

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Wednesday, January 10, 2007
[havoc] ranted at 9:13 PM --- Post#5480031893138544025

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to anyone, dead or alive, is entirely unintentional.

Once upon a time, there lived 4 ppl on the same island. Ah chee, Ah tat, Zombie and Shaun. They r gd friends as well as colleagues working for the same company, Company M.. They lead an ordinary life, a life no different frm any other ordinary human being. Just like u or me.

They have big aspirations to achieve in life. Getting credit cards, car, condos, club membership and striking out in their career. In spite of the pathetic monthly pay they received, amounting to $450, these did not hinder the 4 determined men frm achieving their goal. The goal to endless glory and fame.

Of cos, the road to glory was not easy for the 4 men. Tragedy reveals itself in the most hideous form one wd possibly imagine. The 4 of them were caught unprepared by it. The day was 06/06/06. A seemingly daily routine tt turned ugly in the blink of an eye. Ah chee was jogging wif his 3 friends near their residential area. As usual, Chee was leading, throwing the trio behind.

As candid it may sound, a few mins later, the trio spotted Chee. Not at the finishing line, but inside a trench, unconscious and bleeding profusely. Nobody cd explain how the trench came abt, since it doesnt look like its freshly made. The 4 of them haf been living on the island for more den a decade, yet they haf not come across tt trench b4. Its their 1st encounter. The ground around them seems so familiar, but the existence of the trench makes it less so.

"Heck the trench, we gotta rush chee to the nearest hospital. He is losing blood, fast," shouted Tat.

It was as if all of them were somehow connected thru their thoughts. Who cares? There is a more impt task b4 them and they sped off wif chee in the direction of the island's medical centre.

To be continued..

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Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Just a little update...
[Jasmine] ranted at 5:56 PM --- Post#7051883270257562838

Hii everyone! This is Jasmine here, havent been blogging for quite some time since school started. Super busy. =( School's pushing us to the limits with the fact that im taking o levels this year. Sadz.

Anyway, new blogger have been added here, he is called Hoi hoi, and he will be blogging for zombie too. Welcome him, and have a nice day! =)

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Friday, January 05, 2007
High Fever + Gastric = Sent Home Att C
[ZOMBiE CyGiG] ranted at 9:08 AM --- Post#1025511153453078352

Got to this "arcade", a shooting simulator, where u shoot a M16 rifle into the projected screen. Smthing like Time Crisis in arcade lah. Then after shooting they will show all the scores, if u apply enuff pressure...whats the group size...all the crap. As expected...commanders will scream at you for the slightest mistake like not aiming before squeezing trigger...forgetting to shout "Loaded magazine checked".

Ok for those wondering how its done, here it is:
- Get into your positing, proning/fox hole/standing shoulder
- pick up rifle and take aim
- Assistant will adjust the supporting sandbag to your aiming position
- When asked to "Load Weapons", pick up magazine
- shout "loaded magazine checked!"
- slot the magazine into rifle
- shout "weapon loaded!"
- When asked to "Firers, READY!"
- cock the rifle and put to SAFE mode
- Shout Ready!
- Assistant will come and check if the rifle is put to SAFE mode
- Assistant shout "SAFE!"
- When asked to "Own time own target"
- Shout "Own time own target"
- Switch to SEMI mode, take aim and shoot
- When shoot finish, ease-spring your rifle
- AIM and squeese trigger [need to aim whenever u squeese trigger, be it got bullet anot]
- When asked to "Unload weapon"
- Release magazine
- Shout "empty magazine checked!"
- Check clear by cocking two to three times and look inside the chamber
- shout "CLEAR!"
- Assistant look inside chamber also
- Assistant shout "CLEAR!"
- close dust cover
- When asked to put down rifle, put rifle on right, with dust cover facing up

Anything wrong with any of the above step...there u get it...


You: sorry sir...


Luckily i dint screw up too bad....but my aiming is atrocious. Some almost cried upon the pouring of vulgarities from the commanders. Well i guess its expected...first time mah, everyone sure cock up one.

Morning wake up stomach keep contracting...damn fucking pain... i dint eat any breakfast. So later on the road march, i decided to tell the commanders im not feeling too well but able to march. So when they asked me what happen, i told them i got gastric problem, dint eat breakfast.

Kena scolded for not reporting that im not feeling well. Excused from road march and given some Oreo to eat. I dun feel like eating...but just forced a bit down. Later on while sitting and waiting for them to march...i started feeling hot...took my temp...38.0 degrees. Fever.

Got sent to medical center. By the time i reach there, its 38.4 liao. Waiting from 9am till about 11am then got to see the doctor. Took my saliva for chem analysis cos my fever too high. By then my fever was 38.6 degrees. Doc say my heart beat is too fast...120bpm, its fast for the fact im sitting and relaxing. I told him my gastric problem as well. He say i will be admitted to the sick bay.

I waited outside for my name to be called to takie my med and be warded, fever was getting worst...reached about 38.8 degrees. Im fucking cold and cant move at all...the medical center's seat wasnt too comforty...i cant find a good posture to sleep. The mask they gave me is making me short of breath, so i threw it away. Again my stomach is acting up....contracting....i cant do a shit....but just to wait and wait. At about 1.45pm...My name was finally called...went to the dispensary and waited till 2pm before getting my med and warded to sick bay.

In sick bay....i ate some porridge...then slept on the bed like i never slept before...

Fever was still on...still 38+ degrees....wun go down even after taking panadol. At about 4.45pm...they discharged me. I went bacl to my company and showed my COS [Company Orderly Sergeant] my medical cert. Got Att C till Sat morning. Means im to go home straight away.

Packed up...called my parents to pick me up... The COS brought me to ferry terminal and board the 5.30pm fast craft...went home and rested...

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