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I can't think of a title, hence the question mark. This is just going to be a random post.

'A' level results will be out on Wednesday. I'm pissed worried about it, even though i really did try my best. Must try to remain calm, or i'll just kill myself while running SOC tommorrow or something. Hope i do well. Or maybe i can kill myself while doing the 24 klick route march. The Army is a dangerous place...

Things i want to get:
1. A new handphone
2. An iPod Nano
3. A new pair of shoes (the ones by adidas i saw in the magazine. so cool)
4. A digi-cam
5. Play World of Warcraft

Problem is a) i don't really have enough cash, the army pays only 350 a month for now. b) my parents are still trying to control the way i spend my money. Come on. I'm already 18, i slog like a dog in the army to earn what i earn, and yet you still want to control my money. I know that i have to save my money and stuff but can't u people just give me some leeway to spend the way i want to? Bloody hell!

Ok. Enough. Next problem is that i still haven't really decided where or what i want to study. One part of me wants to study the sciences, namely biology, but after that i don't really know where it will bring me to. Another part wants to study the arts, economics and political science, but that would be the path only if i get a scholarship. The last part wants to study medicine. Problem is, i know i won't make it, and going overseas is not really and option i would like to take. So many problems, so little time. I need time to reflect but i can't really find the quiet tiome to do so. Life is just getting too hectic. Need to just space out. I've got 12 days after passing out to do that. Hope it helps.

Last thing. Had a great time going out yesterday, did things i had wanted to do for quite awhile. Less said about it the better. Its kind of private if u get what i mean.

Anyway, i'll figure out how to put on a tag board soon, maube change my template and stuff. Next week. Yup.

Because it was on jean's blog

Ok. Read jean's blog, said she wanted to tag this to me to do. Some thing about 4 shits i did or something. She hasn't bugged me about it yet cos i'm not home most of the time, but i better do it before she starts bugging me during block leave in 2 weeks time. Ok, here goes...

4 jobs u had in ur life:
1. Professional Student
2. Professional Slacker
3. Chao Recruit
4. Soldier

4 movies u cld watch over and over again:
1. Saving Private Ryan
2. Any Star Wars Movie
3. The Matrix
4. Equilibrium

4 cities u lived in:
1. Singapore
2. Pulau Tekong (is it considered a city?)
3. Melbourne, Australia
4.

4 tv shows u love to watch:
1. CSI
2. Scrubs
3. Becker
4. Grey's Anatomy

4 places u've been on vacation:
1. Australia
2. Korea
3. China
4. Pulau Tekong (what a wonderful vacation destination)

4 websites u visit everyday:
1. The less said the better. Nuff said.

4 pple I'm tagging this to:
1. Who to tag to? I don't know. Why not u just tag it if u want it.

Now i've got a headache just thinking. Army life makes you stupid. Seriously.

'No hair = Stupid'

Equation to difficult for you to understand? Man, you really are stupid. Haha.

Nice guys finish last.

Was just reading don's blog, and came across this.

Ode To Nice Guys
This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores.This is in honour of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honour of the guys with open minds,with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honour of the guys who respect a girl's every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they're at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favour cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don't end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn't worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you'd ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn't have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing "serious" between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: "oh, but we're just friends!" And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warmbody for her ego, you went anyways. Because you're nice like that.The nice guys don't often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don't seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can't. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as "oh, he's too nice to date" or "he would be a good boyfriend but he's not for me" or "he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn't possibly ask him out!" or the most frustrating of all: "no, it would ruin our friendship." Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathise and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can't figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do(I'm going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn't last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realise they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys.You know who you are, and I know you're sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker fora pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.

Man. Its deep. After reading it i felt something. What it was i cannot pinpoint as of yet. But hey. The guy sounds a little like me man. Ok, fine i haven't done half the things in there but it really does reflect the way i really am. The guy next door who will always only be a friend, never anything more. Or worse still, just a passing face in the crowd. Who know?

To the guys who read this, take some time to think about it and ask yourself. Are you a nice guy or just another bastard. To the girls, now you know how we guys feel.

Success!

Yes! I most probably will get the job! But what the hell, i don't want to lead an Army life. At least i get to book out today. Back in camp later tonight. After that i'll book out on Saturday morning. A 2 day book in! And if the air force gets its way, i'll book out again tommorrow night. Oh yeah! Then i'll have the best week in my life as a soldier. Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Hah. Just got my pay anyway. Considering i don't book out much and spend much, i feel filthy rich. haha. The feeling is good. Too bad you don't get any of it. Hah. Too bad for you. Now piss off. Hah!
Foxtrot Oscar!

Suprisingly, i'm back.

Whee!!! I'm back.. on a weekday! haha.. so cool.. just walked16 klick (km) before booking out. i got some interview tommorrow. my first real job interview to the air force. hope i do well. short post, i need to go sleep. longer post on saturday, when i book out for real.
foxtrot.. u get the drift..

Survival!

I survived 7 days of field camp! No more crap from green packets, shitting with my ET tool next to me and having to camo on, camo off everyday. And best of all, i get my bed back. The little things we take for granted in life, clean clothes, a nice comfy bed, and a good hot meal, they all feel good once you get them back. Oh, and not forgetting hot showers. Woah! Its good to be home. Anyway, i'll just write a short description of each day, so you people out there know what we guys do in the army.
Day 1:
Route march to the camp site. Set up our bashsas fot the night. It promptly rained. Had a lecture in the rain, followed by practice, also in the rain. Dinner from small disgusting tasting green packs. Threw packet away ate biscuits. Went to bed wet and cold. Did guard duty in the rain. End of day 1. Day 1 in 1 word: WET.
Day 2:
Woke up. Stopped raining. Got punished for being 2 minutes late to fall in. Had a lecture, practice, lecture, practice. Night training. Got punished again, this time for no reason.Started raining. Food came from accessory packs, threw green packs away, except for the desserts. End of Day 2. Day 2 in one word: HUNGRY
Day 3:
Woke up. Lecture, practice. Felt tired. Route march to next camp site. Almost fell out because i was feeling sick. Set up bashsas again. Didn't rain today, which was good. Force fed greeen packets (i had run out of biscuits). End of Day 3. Day 3 in one word: TIRED
Day 4:
Woke up. It was going to be the best day of field camp. TECHNICAL BREAK (or what OC calls 'field routine'). Had lessons in the morning, after that it was off to my first shower in 3 days. Felt good. Cleaned my rifle. Went to bed early. Fresh rations for the day. Wolfed them down. Had a good nights rest. End of Day 4. Day 4 in one word: HEAVENLY
Day 5:
Woke up. Practice for test to be held in the afternoon. Screwed up test thanks to my fool group mates. Rub straight and they still manange to run into me. Weird. Over all had fun. Slept early though a bit pissed off. End of Day 5. Day 5 in one word: FUN
Day 6:
Woke up. Route march to last camp site. Spirits were high. Trench digging excercise. Had to did one shellscrape and help with a fire trench. Started raining again. Dug my shellscrape, helped with the fire trench. Finished the fire trench, found out my shellscrape was flooded. Bailed water. Rain got heavier. Evacuated to trainig shed down the road. Slept sitting up throughout the whole night. End of Day 6. Day 6 in one word: ^%#@%#$@&%$%*^$*^%
Day 7:
Woke up. Stiff back. March to SISPEC to do battle innoculation course. Leopard crawl and back crawl. Fell into grenade trench, slipped while charging at the target boards, made a fool of myself. Back to BMT. Field Camp officially over. Thank God. Slept in my bunk, happy. End of Day 7. Day 7 in one word (ok, 2 words): SIONG & SHIOK
And that basically summarises field camp. It was an experience, one of its kind, bringing out a sides of me i didn't (and i didn't really) want to know. Oh well, what can i say. You'll have to experience it to knwo what it really feels like.
Feeling really tired. Need sleep. Tommorrow is a long day. So for now....
Foxtrot Oscar!

I'm still here.

Yes i'm still here. No i'm not going back to camp till tonight. No i don't feel like going back. But do i have a choice? Don't think so.
The 6 day break must have been a mistake. I'm not complaining but i think it was a wee bit too long. Now i've loss the momentum driving me in the army. Got to get it back fast or not i'm going to suffer real bad. IPPT tommorrow, field camp from Saturday, this week is going to be fun fun fun. If i survive that is.
Can't wait to get out of BMT. Then maybe i'll get a semblence of my life back. Got to work something out soon, or i'll lose the initiative.

Time wasted.

The title has nothing to do with the time i spent out of home today. In fact, it refers to the time i have wasted over the past 2 years, just being focused on 1 thing. Those i confide in should have an idea of what i'm talking about. Anyway, today helped me realise that maybe there is hope in this world, not with her but with other people. No names to be mentioned. 'Nuff said. I had a great time today. The best i have felt for quite awhile. Maybe i should go out more. Hehe..
Anyway, the day started of on a bad note. Woke up early, went to college for morning mass, met Cheryl. Expected miah and kp to meet us arround that time, ended up waiting for 3 hours till about 1030 before they showed up. That's army discipline for you. Anyway, was a bit pissed off about it but cooled down after Cheryl and i decided to repay the favour by leading them on a wild goose chase around orchard road. Went to the library, ate lunch, then proceeded to the arcade outside the cinema at plaza sing. Watched miah, kp and kelvin play house of the dead 4, with the weird shaking motions and even weirder gun controls. Miah thinks it would help him become a marksman. Yup, he will be one if he uses an AK-47 and not an M16 rifle. The crazy game is all about who can spray faster, you or the zombies. Had a good laugh over the game.Then it was off to catch 'Memoirs of a Geisha". The movie was ok but got a bit boring at times. Then off to Starbucks to drink coffee and disturb jean who was working and then had dinner and back home it was for me. Really enjoyed myself today. Haven't felt so relaxed for such a long time. Maybe i should do this more often. Haha.. In 5 weeks time during my block leave. I promise to spend more time with friends rather than be cooped up at home playing WoW.
Booking in tommorrow. Sian. Field camp week. After that grenade live throw and then SIT test. Hope i do well so i can go to officer school. Then i can really start living life the way i want it to be. Hope i can work something out by then. Not angry anymore, just having a feeling of resignation to the fact that life is just so. Post again 2 Saturdays from now. If i'm not to tired to stay up in front of the computer.
Foxtrot Oscar!