Monday, March 26, 2007
The keyword is "Endurance".
It'll be another 3 months till my course's over. All I have to do from now till then is to ENDURE.
Surprisingly, the 5 rolls of toilet paper I brought into camp since the 2nd week have all been used up. No, I do not take a dump often. People are just too cheapskate to get their own toilet rolls. Time to be a cheapskate in camp myself. Haha.
My sergeant is damn happening man. He discusses PSP game strategies with me during our free time. LOL. My encik also, he likes to tell dirty jokes. o_o Jokes that make all of us roar out with laughter.
Encik talking...
"I know you all down here, got a lot of smokers ah. Smoker good. Smoker stress..."
(Makes a stressful face and pretends to smoke.)
"As for non-smokers ah..."
(Makes the same stressful expression, scratches his head wildly and pretends to masturbate.)
LOL.
More stories in the next post, i'll be booking in within 2 hours. Need to pack my stuff, have my dinner, take a shower etc..
Till the next time.
Thy Sins be Cleansed.
9:23 AM
Sunday, March 25, 2007
An Irreversible Change.
EDIT! I forgot to mention. I got a pass for my IPPT. My pull ups are barely there. However I still did better than K, who only did 2 pull ups. Now there's one reason for me to tell him to just STFU BITCH. HAHA!So, been neglecting this small spot in the vast cyber world. Time for a long update. =D
Jan 09 2007. The day of enlistment. Where boys grow to become men. So I left most of my incredulously long To-do List undone, and with a heavy heart set foot into camp. It isn't an easy task, mind you, having to step out of your comfort zone. We were issued our combat bots, uniform no. 4, socks, swimming trunks, and whatnot. We were shortchanged though. The inventory list clearly stated "UNDERWEAR 4 PCS" which we didn't get. LOL.
The first thing that greeted us when we stepped into camp was a very 'friendly' "EVERYBODY HALF RIGHT DOWN". In the same day we got to know our instructors and DRC. Pretty nice bunch of people, I might say. No, I wasn't being sarcastic there. We get these flashy looking CSTW passes! For those who might be unaware, CSTW = Command and Staff Training Wing. We were told by our DRC that when we complete this course, most of us'd become section commanders in charge of 3 firefighters in the various fire stations. A tough training schedule ensues... It's physically taxing to put on our full bunker gear (fire jacket, leggings, fire gloves, top boots) during office hours while doing our drills, carrying hoses, running around with breathing apparatus and such. It's like being put into a sauna for a few hours. Initially most of us weren't accustomed to the heat, many fell out, some passed out and had to be sent to the medical centre. But as time went by, we started getting used to the heat.
During these 3 months in camp, I can proudly say that i have wrought some strong friendship ties with many people, especially with those that reside in the same bunk as me. Most of us are well-educated, well-mannered people, save for SOME. Regrettable, but yes, there are always a few spoilt apples in a basket of fruit. These 3 months, I would say, should have been more enjoyable if there weren't any
assholes bastards dickheads unkind people around to spoil the fun and laughter. SOME PEOPLE just think they are high and mighty, but are unable to prove themselves. For example, K. This K person always taunts me for reporting sick.
K: "Eh Lester, why? You report sick again uh. You want to out of course is it?"
(K proceeds to give me a dirty look.)
Les : "No duh."
(rolls eyes.)
It's a freakishly retarded question to ask. If you're sick, of course you'd go to the medical centre for medicine. To hell with the number of days that I took light duty, I won't sacrifice my health over some course. If the course administrator chooses to boot me out of course, I wouldn't have any regrets. I'm not just a
fucking lapdog who follows instructions blindly.
Take for example. We were told to march after our meals, but just to please the I/C, who gave us instructions to jog to our training ground after lunch, this K person followed the instruction, while I marched back.
(K sees me marching.)
K: "EH WHAT U DOING?! I/C SAY JOG LEH."
Les: "To hell with what the I/C said. I don't want to get appendicitis."
K: "Fuck you lah faggot."
Les: "Fuck you too bitch."
(Makes a rude gesture.)
Bloody dogs without their own opinions/way of thinking. Is it worth the 1k allowance, in exchange for your health? Hardly worth it, in my opinion. K just seems hard up for the cash.
This K person is just one of the few retards in course. Thankfully, only a minority of the course personnel are retards.
More stories next time. I'm tired.
Thy Sins be Cleansed.
1:10 AM