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Wednesday, November 4, 2009
a new chapter


the time now is 4.07am.
by 7.45am , i gotta be at Jurong Camp.
reporting to my unit, where i'll be, until the end of my national service.

mixed feelings about my decision to break away from the platoon.
on one hand, i know i'll miss the friends i made in the short 6 weeks at SI.
07/09 IC2 will forever be in my memories , the good , the bad and the ugly.
i won't miss the chaokengs , the retards and the plain morons though.
i just pray for the rest of my platoon mates that they aren't stuck with them for the rest of their national service . let these fuckers go to the various coy lines and the rest of the platoon remain in HQ.

to me, life outside of army has come to an almost standstill.
i guess.
most times i come home and just sleep the weekend away.
i've never felt so drained before.
i've gotta be the only crazy person who's stressed over NS.
i think about every thing that's gonna happen , worried about what's gonna happen next.
all i want is to pass my 2 years in service peacefully.
i don't want trouble , but trouble keeps finding me.
i don't mind doing my part . but when others throw their work over . it's when i get really dissed.
it's life they say . part and parcel . yeah . i totally understand that . but , bloody hell . after a long day outfield , i'm sure everybody is also tired .
some really excel in the art of bochup.
they can take Att C and Att B to avoid guard duty entirely.
as a result , two of my poor platoon mates had to do guard duty 3 times .
majority did 1x 24hour weekend duty.
but these two poor guys did 2x 12hour duties and 1x 24hour duties.

of the entire platoon , i can say that a safe majority truly deserve to earn the right to be called trained Signallers . the rest . i hope to never hear about again .



outside army , the world continues to revolve.
without much of a regard to those within.
so many things happen.
but we are ignorant.
if only you could keep your feelings that way.

shall find time to write some other time.


aiky wrote in white | 4:07 AM




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