Today is the day of all days. This is my last weekend. EVer. Till i come back from ROC. Yeah balls. OTHER ppl have started to use this phrase too. It's supposed to be a golf 3 thing. Oh wells.

TOday is also the day of all days coz its the only day that im really dry for the entire day. The whole week has been a wet week. And to make matters worst, it just had to rain. IT JUST HAD TO! Watermanship was quite a bore. Nonetheless it was still cold and wet. Topo was a dissapointment. First time ever that i could find a checkpoint. We're saved. And guess what? Ya. They made us do area cleaning lower mandai. WTF?! Standby Nature Reserve. They just had to activate us. I mean, there's those OCS brats who could go there and do it. After all, they are going to be doing nonthing but Only Can Say after they are commisioned. Might as well get them to noe what its like to be on the ground(picking things off the ground too). Other than that, i've got nothign to write about.

Nothing political. Nothing nothing. Shisha was a first time. Felt giddy after a few puffs. First time for everything. Hopefully i dont get addicted to these things that ive been trying out lately. Hopefully la. Negative side of life? Hey. Who cares.

You what they say? There's a time and place for everything. A couple of years back, i thought it was during my JC days. Noooooo. That was the time and place for me to study some more(and actually become smart or follily attempt to) and plan more rugby and enjoy my last two years in a fully rigidly structured education system(ya. I kinda like taking a back seat in life. There are times that i need to become a the driver. But back seat's kinda comfy for me) NS IS THE TIME AND PLACE FOR EVERYTHING! Yea balls! Clubbing. Smoking. Shishaing. Late nights. Doing stuff that i dont normally do. I seem to swear and curse a lot more these days too. Wonder how im goign to cope from nxt sunday onwards. Ya. But, i do tend to make a concious effort not to do it once im in civie. Hmm....aiya. Who cares?

Crap, im still a bit giddy. Lack of sleep or issit hte shisha? Take a breather and eat. Yea balls. EAT!!!! I've got a choice of MEe Rebus or Nasi Briyani. Mom cooked recognizable food this time around. Routine. Jelak. But at least i noe what im eating. Weeeeeee. Giddy giddy giddy. A bit of high. ROC LOR! POP LOR! ORD LOR!!!!!!!!! 1 year 5 months to go!!!

Life in a jiffy. Think i've clocked almost 30klicks of running this week. Running and running and more running. Hell...my calves are still hurting. And ya. I've finally grasped what life is going to be like in the weeks to come. 3 weeks away from homeland. 3 weeks before that away from home. Nxt week will be the last weekend.....possibly ever. War. Hope it doesnt happen. Coz if it does, i'd be shipped out on a one way ticket. Fight and die. That's how dispensable we soldiers are. Fucking sad fact.

On lighter side of life(army life that is), shot two virgin weapons. Ya...one wif blanks one with live rounds. Best weapon ever shot. No stoppages. Juz cant shoot wif the screwed up weapon. Its meant for assault. Not for sharpshooting. Need some more practice to get use to. Heck. I went for the day shoot 3 times before i got it right. Missed 3 out of 16 on the last shoot. Got all 12 at night. Bobo marksman. Right on ballz. Ippt is still a silver. And this story is getting a bit boring.

So on with yesterday. Or this morning. dblO. Nice place. I think. First time clubbing. So ya. Eye opener....more or less. Loud music(retro night). Rofl. So you can imagine the kind of music that was blasting away. Nice. The only thing that still freaks me out a little is how the people there have all the dance move figured out. And they all(most of them anyway) do it with NDP precision. Yeap. NDP PRECISION. Its a 21 and above club. NSF and soldiers are considered above 21.....somehow. Maybe soldiers only. And true to what dharman said, i met a few people i noe. One of them, my buddie......OZ OZ OZ! OIE OIE OIE!. Found another platoon mate. Found my secondary school mate. And i learn a thing or two about clubbing(i tink). 1 is that when someone taps you on the back or on the shoulder, you dont have to turn around coz chances are they want to walk past you. If it was your friend(or wants to be)they would have talkd to you immediately. And...i kinda forgot the rest. Had to act as if i was drinking guiness. Ya. Guiness wif straw. Right on.

Went down to Obar after that. The younger crowd(i tink) RnB was rocking the house. Kinda nice. STood around till 4 girls started dancing infront of me and dharman. But these few short fucks cutitng infront of us. Soooooooooo......we just watched them dance away. Sucks. Everyone seems to be friends there. Thats nice. Smelt of smoke and drinks on the way home. Got home really early.

On the heavier side of things would be the IMF convention. What's up with the wayang? Over exposure? Why cant we just go about doing things as they are cept with the heighten security at the meeting. I doubt they have the time to go shopping. Sight seeing. I doubt they even give a fuck if the service was upped(cept for the other kind of service). Well, the millions that being spent, well, its a waste of people's money. Ya. But the media is going to be carrying someone's balls. It belongs to that person anyway. Ya. Maybe its organic.

9 more weeks to my stripes. Watermanship. FIBUA. Exercise Grand Nutcracking Slam. Exercise Starlight burning my hari raya. Sounds exciting doesnt it?

Eagles with pride we lead! Hoorah!

Im dead.....or dying at least. Juz got home this morning. REgimetnal duties...bleargh. At least let me know in advance or something. Overworked. Underpaid. That's my soldier's life. Fuck...im still proud on being a soldier. Cant take that fact away. And the fact that im now sick. Yeah. Overworked. Undercompensated in pay, rest, food and urm...psychological something somethings.

Anyways, this is going to be the first time im going to spend my hari raya way from my family. The entire two weeks of it. Yup. Hari raya falls on the day i do my section battle course. You people will wake up to the joys of hari raya....food, family, friends and much more. Yeap. The joyous feeling of fasting for an entire month. I on the other hand will wake up to the sound of my instrutor's barking, gun fire, explosions, my heavy breathing and we shouting command to each other so that we only have to do the course only once and once only. Hari raya will be spent fighting and capturing an objective. Im proud to be soldier...but doing this shit on such a day? Fuck...

Anyways, i'd have my brothers to celebrate it with me...well, sort of. Its taiwan and ya. Its taiwan. Winter wonderland. Hoorah!