Highly Toxic

Read this from a small bottle of liquid pesticide which my sergeant gingerly poured to a pail. Mindef ordered us to soak our uniforms to make it supposedly mosquito-free, due to the recent spate of dengue cases. Here goes:

Highly Toxic! Especially to bees and aquatic animals.
Gloves must be worn at all times when handling and mixing.
If there is contact with eyes and hands, wash with copious amounts of water for 15 min.
No known antidote available. If ingested, doctors are to treat symptoms accordingly (meaning= hope for the best)

Quite amusing to see my sergeant cussing and swearing (and sweating) while I read out the labels quite audibly in front of him and my platoon.

Military Style Driving

It's not heaven there. Don't go patting on my back and say "you lucky @#$#%# get to learn driving." I would rather relive all my BMT training than endure 5 weeks of this, which is in fact months of driving knowledge in the civilian world compressed into a gruelling 1 month.

My instructor and I share the same mutual feeling towards each other; both dread seeing each other. The former thinks that I cannot make it, has no talent for driving etc etc. Meanwhile, I have renewed vigour in detesting myinstructor everyday, with increasing fervour. Imagine Harry Potter having one-on-one driving tuition conducted by Severus Snape.

Everyday is excruciating slow. I have to go through the motions everyday, where I would have 100 min of driving, parking, theory and a simulator ride that makes one puke. Urgh. Malays are a great bunch of fun-loving people. They make driving a less ardous process.

Having a driving license is a privilege. Hopefully I would find it easier to convert to a civilian one once I am free from the army.

A Truck, A Tank and A Rover

Am going to learn how to drive them. I observed that almost all of the Treetop Community, including me, are in armour. Raymond used to be in armour before he disrupted.

Went to Orchard (as usual) to accompany Eddie and Ivan for high tea. Unexpectedly drizzled, but it could not dampen our hunger. Settled at Hotel Phoenix and ate while we waited for Ginway. Ginway came later to entertain us with vivid details of his survival in armour camp, albeit colourfully.

Later went to watch Land of the Dead, in which Ginway and I had to literally drag Ivan to watch that "horror" show. I do admit that House of Wax was a bad idea and a sick show. Finally, after much cursing, swearing and peer pressure, Ivan succumbed. At least, cannibalistic zombies turned out to be much nicer than evil sick bastards in House of Wax.

Walked all the way from Somerset to Bugis, in which we passed by a live telecast of Aston Villa vs Man U. At Bugis, we came across a raunchy shop that is so frisky, that apparently, the age limit is 23. We were amused by some of their very creative gadgets displayed outside, in which their descriptions would have been distasteful for our readers here.

Changelog

version 1.05b

• Added a countdown timer.
• New entries under the blog section.

Credits to: Alvin Tan, Whitney and Dingjie, whom I borrowed bits and pieces of their source html to form this hybrid blog that you see right now. =)

Makansutra

Shaved my hair at the start of official school term to drown my sorrows. It will be ORD by the time I visit the barber for the second trip. Ivan looked hip with his yellow retro specs. Notice all of our eyes squinting?That's coz there is double flash.

7th Heaven Bar

Accompanied Damien and Junda to a bar at Chjimes; to watch the opening match between Everton and Man U. Chjimes. Remembered scouring the whole area of City Hall to find a befitting birthday present for my senior, Fishball. (phonetic wordplay)

Bummed around eating wedges, wings and pizza for the whole of 90 min. Expectedly, the whole bar groaned when goals are missed. The atmosphere is simply livening (though they can always do without cigarette smoke). Junda and Damien contemplated ordering beer if there is no goal after 1/2 time (or Man U kena thrashed). Fortunately, that reality did not occur. I would rather drink chocolate shake, which I did.

Nothing much eventful occured, though I find Everton supporters jeering Rooney quite hilarious.

Rats, Fish and Co.

A myriad of events happening over a period of two months, but have somehow slipped my mind:

Fish & Co:
The waiting time was atrocious. Air con was so damn cold that I felt like a fish in a freezer. Eating somehow distracted my pissed off mind for a moment before I was back shivering again. Besides that, NEVER ever eat New York Fish and Chips. It is so stuffed with cheese that I felt nauseous eating it after a while. *The amount of fats there is SINFUL. *sick*+o(
*usually I can happily gulp down tons of fats, skins and all, due to my innate fat-resistant shield. So trust me on the above.

Rats:

My old furry rodents are back to haunt me. Highly suspect that those army-trained rats are somehow mutated. The furry pals are getting more and more courageous, running and jumping on top of my cupboards during the middle of the night.

Microwaves:
Placed myself in a precarious situation a few weeks ago by standing between two corner reflectors on high power. Until I was kindly reminded 30 mins later that microwaves are apparently not good for the......male species. -.-' **sweats literally**
**which probably explains why signal officers have only daughters,not sons.

Girls in NS:
Personally feel that it is unnecessary. Girls/Women/Females shouldn't be made to suffer the mental and physical humiliation that guys go through habitually. Including vulgar abuses, knock-it-downs where you stare at the floor or the person's boots (plus many things that make you mentally and physically thoroughly exhausted) So please. No mandatory NS for girls.

National Day Spirit

Strangely felt a tinge of pride when I saw national flags fluttering outside HDB blocks. I am usually nonchalant about such stuffs. To be able to see civilians and they leading a carefree life (as in, just have to bother about themselves) is more than a satisfying reward for me.

What price must I pay to pursue my dreams?

Note: Wanted to write about more stuffs, but I realise those stuffs could be a breach in security. So. I'm sorry.

Reminiscence

Was musing to myself as I was going up the escalator, when I met Nikhil. Instead of rushing off to Tampines MRT station to wait for the as usual late Raymond, I stayed and chatted with him. The meeting of old friends never fails to warm the heart; memories of times in our sec school came flooding back...

Still remembered suffering military style hell in orientation camp. Till now, my shoes are permanently stained brown. Refused to shed a tear, but still, an angry tear defiantly rolled down my cheek.

Another time: We were happily playing soccer in our classroom, when Melvin accidentally kicked the ball out of the window. Down it came from the 4th storey; caught by the security guard and was punished by standing outside the staffroom. We were told to count the number of teachers that strolled past. In the end we gave up and decided to coordinate a number (courtesy of Eng Seng).

Seemed that it was a carefree and happy period. Still recalled the fervent LAN sessions we had in one of the abandoned classrooms, where we battled it out in Duke Nukem. Junda and I enjoyed blasting each other in oblivion with RPGs and shotguns. Damien introduced us to the violent world of Halflife, in which he found creative ways to use a crowbar.

Computer lessons=net-surfing. Had a tinge of regret of not properly learning network.

The moment we stepped into Morrison, the champion house had become last for the next consecutive years. Suddenly, blue had never looked so forlorn. It only became better when we were sec 4, like the house had given out a sigh of relief at our departure. How nice.

Cross-country=sux. Nikhil and Jasmeet would somehow end up top 50s. While I would be strolling around MacRitchie with Junda and Damien.

Once, Ginway pissed off the teacher, and the teacher was also not happy with him. Bad blood was developed between them. Hated Mondays, in which we had to wear green snakes around our necks. Felt constricted. And the memories live on.......

Thankfully, Nikhil is now in Medicine. Apparently, he is having some hockey chalet opposite my house. Guys are not exactly adept in expressing "I love yous" or all those nice words like girls are. Gave each other a pat in the backs before departing our ways.

And I continued to muse silently on the train.

Weird Dreams 2

Faithfully recorded by (points below)

to be as true to the original copy as possible
Source:My platoon mate

Settings: In the guardroom at the middle of the night exchanging stories

Happened when I was slacking away sleeping in one corner when doing guard duty. In the 15 min rest, I dreamt about ...."

' Was walking down the parade square with Weiyang (another guy), doing the usual rounds. Then I spotted a black figure around 100m away. As I approached the place, it looked disturbingly bear-like.

At about 50m away, the grizzly bear suddenly charged at us. Nonetheless, I was thinking about the handbook about (normal)intruders. Was considering whether I should shout "Stop, stop, stop or I will shoot" while the bear happily charged at us. (it starts to get ultra weird here).

25, 20, 10m. Suddenly, the bear stood up on its hindlegs. I was stunned when I saw that it had a rocket launcher slinged on its shoulders aiming at me!!. (with an evil grin to boot) Panicking, I tried to load the rifle but I experienced IA !@#$%^&*(army term for cannot fire)....Then I dunno what happen. I was woken up by (the blogger)

What a weird dream.