cheers from tekong! it's been a fucking long time.
i don't really know why i'm here now. i was intending to lie on my bed and read the shining until i pass out. anyway, the point is i'm back at the keyboard again which feels good. i'm not sure if this is a temporary measure until i work things out with bonks, or if i'm really taking up permanent residence at blogspot. up until 5 minutes ago i was actually trawling blogskins looking for something nice to put here but knowing me well enough, i gave up. with any luck, i can try for a new host with bonks or maybe even try get my own domain (with my new debit card, heh heh).
by the way, i'm not starting this to chronicle my army experience. mostly because i will probably get charged if i did. it's more of a having-too-many-serious-thoughts-in-my-head kind of thing. anyway, i've been in the army for about 6 weeks now and my bmt is almost over. i don't know whether to be happy that its ending soon, because there's only worse to come. i can't imagine what worse to come might possibly mean, seeing that i'm already fucking shagged now cos my 16km march just ended. anyway, this post isn't about army stories cos for one, it will bore the pants off most of you since that's all you hear from army boys. secondly, army stories are better heard and not read.
i think army on the whole has been okay la. the best part about army are my section mates without whom i could never have lasted this long. they almost make me wish i was in a mono-intake, then we could be men together for the rest of our time in army. firstly, there's justin my bed buddy who's a fucking giant and does almost all the heavy lifting for the both of us. and he never complains that i make him do most of the work either. then there's the constant bickering and exchange insults between the both of us that brightens each day and makes it almost bearable. i will never forget the 'eh the ezlink not enough space to print your name's, or the 'also no space to put your fat face's, or the 'and justin turns gay men back straight's. suffice to say, he's been my best friend in army so far. of course, the rest of my section are there for each other too. we might not all be from the same school or background, but we've bonded so far and almost to the point of taking a bullet for one another. and i thank my lucky stars there are no cocks around, except perhaps my section i/c who's actually only mildly annoying so he doesn't really count as a saboh king.
the toughest part will always be the lifestyle. i am, and will always be the dedicated sloth that i am. army can force me to adapt to another lifestyle, but it can never truly change the spirit of the sloth that resides within me. the complete withdrawal of all your privileges, the lack of any freedoms whatsoever can almost choke a person. you are effectively reduced to nothing in bmt, or as our officers affectionately call us 'scum of the earth'. you have no rights, no power, nothing. you want to shit, you damn well ask for permission. want to breathe, damn well better ask for permission as well. the initial change, i admit, stunned me quite a bit. the feeling of being reduced to less than nothing depressed me quite a bit and i spent several sleepless nights dealing with it. eventually, i finally accepted what i was and what lay in store for me. i take each day as it comes and though i might not be die-die-chionging for command school type, i try my best and see where i wash up. that's been my motto in life so far, just riding my luck and i won't be the last to admit that i've been lucky.
two years seems like a very long time indeed. there's a lot more than i have to say, but times a wasting. going out to lunch with my family now. aunt and uncle are upping and moving to china where my uncle's new job is. once again, everything seems to be changing and i will always be the one who tries to resist or perhaps even deny the changes that are happening all around.
