"And I ... had a feeling that I belonged
And I ... had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone ... "

You know, honestly, when I look at the others, I wonder, if they couldn't get into ocs, I probably don't stand too great a chance either. Especially since I screwed my sitest up to the highest heavens. Or down to the depths of hell.

oh yes, I somehow got Attend C... that means i'm sitting at home on my butt for three days.. including yesterday.... Funny thing was I didn't even know I got Att C!

Tuesday, Viper Company Office, approx 1500 hrs

Me: (handing status slip to Sgt Fayyaz) Here Sgt, I'm Attend B for 3 days
Sgt F: (taking slip from me, absentmindedly) Ok ...
Me: (about to enquire about my status tag) Sgt, then ...
Sgt F: (Eyes illuminate too quickly) Eh, Bleddy Hell! You are Attend C la dey!
Me: (Stunned, but pleasantly so) Really?
Sgt F: (Jabbing at status slip excitedly) See, 'unfit for duties'!
Me: (Smiling inwardly, while conscientiously keeping smile from escaping) Oh.
Sgt F: (Excitement quickly turns to disgust) 3 days Attend C!
(Rushes to give slip to COS)

The worst thing was, that whole scene was played out in front of a whole bunch of commanders. 2IC, PC2, all the sgts from my platoon, sgt fakhirin, the cos, and at least 4 other sgts. Thank god the OC was in his office. Soon they started assaulting me from all directions, apparently outraged at the unfairness and inconsistencies of life, or at least of Tekong Medical Centre. I couldn't really register what they all were saying, but certain words like *******, **** ***, ****** and ******* stood out.

And I have to agree with them. About the unfairness thingy. Not the words they were using on me. My platoonmate Audi (that's his name. Beats 'Mercedes' hands down) had a mondo high fever the day before and still had a relatively high fever. And he only got 1 day Attend B. Which meant he had to stay in camp. The look on his face when I was leaving the Lecture Room to report to the COS before leaving the goddamm island helped to ensure I didn't miss the fastcraft. UNLIKE the last time I booked out alone.

When I was about to march off to the terminal the COS gave me what looked damningly like a disgusted wave. Moments after Pl Sgt Paul walked past me and threw me the most convoluted sneer ever. I felt really sheepish.

And so I took a taxi home. Sat down in front of the front door. Cause my mom wanted me to tell her about what happened. Literally didn't even give me time to de-boot myself first. Mothers. Then after a while she started to talk to me. Started to slump against the wall. I think she finally stopped talking the moment my head came to rest on the welcoming marble tiles. An hour or so later I got up, dragged myself to my bed and fell asleep in my smart four.

( At this point blogger notices that he is bloody hell rambling. Actually starts to scan through post to shorten it, but suddenly remembers his blog title. Leaves things as they are. )

Murder, he wrote. At 5/17/2006 09:57:00 pm

This is my first post since becoming SAF Property!

I don't feel like doing anything, I've become an absolute slob. Actually I think I don't listen to anyone anymore unless they shout at me in a very affronted and authoritative manner. I almost said "Yes Sah-jen!" when my mom shouted at me to do the laundry just now. hahaha.

I actually got up immediately.

Ah yes, on that subject (what subject?), my rifle (also my wife) is super rusty. She never really recovered from the rainy muddy and sandy Field Camp. I was horrified when we broke rifles. (that means, quite literally, breaking open your rifles to peer on the inside) The whole inside of my rifle and its components sported a healthy orangey tan.


Hmm I also saw something in Lime about vibrators. Let me categorically state that I am disgusted. (Not about the vibrators, though ... If I was then I'd be disgusted with hands too.) In a teen magazine! Imagine what might have happen if Lime had aired this article 6 years ago when I was young and impressionable. Who knows what I might have done to myself.

I don't even feel like going online anymore! Amazing. It's almost as if my hands are now only for shooting, killing and doing pushups!

Which leads me to (actually) ask myself "How did I even get around to posting this?"

I need to go ponder that now.

"IC, permission to adjust!"

"Own time, own target, adjust!"

"Yes IC!"

Murder, he wrote. At 5/12/2006 08:03:00 pm