Field Camp.
Field camp was OK. The only "hiong" part about it was the no-shower-for-5-days, and the few tekan sessions. The "latrine" which consists of a designated peeing spot smells like a zoo and I try to take a deep breath before stepping into the smell zone in order to avoid any possible nose-upsets, which is possible despite the fact that I have flu.
Holding in my motion for 5 days isn't exactly something to be proud of either. Not changing underwear and clothes at all isn't exactly an achievement. Sleeping in much discomfort and getting tekan-ed every now and then isn't fun, but wellllll. I guess I can call myself a field camp survivor.
_|_ field camp. It has been the longest 4 days of my life so far. Everyday is spent in fear over how the commanders would treat us, how hiong the day would be, severe itch, et cetera. It's really very bad and seeing as I'm a very civilized and hygienic person who never picks his nose, I am appalled by the living condition fit for wild boars. The worst part is that I don't get a shirt to wear around showing that I managed to survive 5 days without changing underwear.
OK, I jest. Most people change their underwear pretty often. I was just too lazy. When I did change my socks, it stank like hell. I was pretty worried about foot rot, and feeling a fresh pair of socks in the ziplock bag, along with a new set of uniform, brought me a boner. I didn't cave into temptation though. Didn't want to bring home too many sets of uniform to wash.
To be honest, I'd rather sleep in the zoo with the hippopotamuses. At least I feel more satisfied that my discomfort is directly boosting zoo admissions. I might even get paid for it, and become known as The Man Who Lives With Hippos. Besides, they smell better than me, or at least they did during field camp itself. I felt so bad for the commuter sitting beside me on my bus home, her nose might never feel the same again.
I'm too lazy to go into details. It's just severe discomfort. I'm not one who likes my showers, and I hate bathing more than once, but this is pushing it. Powder bathes just aren't the same as the feeling of water flowing all over you.
I am kind of thankful for NS though. It makes me appreciate the little things in life, the things we take for granted. We often take for granted stuff like popping into the nearest convenience store for some chilled drinks, eat food, sleep/wake up at whatever time we want to, using the computer like free, having sex, masturbation, taking elevators/escalators, et cetera. The regimentation is quite intense, and rare flashes of civilian life/freedom are very much appreciated, like when the sergeants start playing pop songs.
We were all grooving while cleaning our rifles after field camp, and I've never heard of those songs before.
I want my pink IC back. The 11B is not fun and green is not my favourite colour.
I'm going to take the lift 20 times just out of spite, and probably to make up for lost opportunities. Bye.
-- 5/29/2011 01:05:00 AM
"Wah you damn hard to please leh."
My buddy made an astute observation about me whenever I make comments about the other people around us:
"Wah you damn hard to please leh."
I can't help but agree. Everyone pisses me off, it's just a matter of the extent they piss me off to. I expect everyone to have some kind of telepathic link to my brain so that I can be as concise as possible (otherwise known as comprehension). I expect everyone to behave in a way that I deem fit. I get pissed when people don't conform to my ideals. I do think that deep down, I'm secretly a moralist. I cannot stand people who don't understand what I'm sticking my neck/finger out for. I suffocate every time someone can't reach my expectations and I die a little bit every time that happens, and it happens all the time so I have little deaths all over.
Sometimes I get suicidal because deep down I want to change everyone and I know that I'm striving to achieve that but I know my limits, and that I can't, and that life simply isn't worth living if you can't achieve what you want to.
Am I too ambitious?
Am I asking for too much?
-- 5/21/2011 12:11:00 AM
First Book-Out.
That is, of course, not to say that NS is all about shit. It does have its fun side, like walking along the corridor clad only in underwear while exposing butt-cracks, having karaoke sessions (Bad Romance, Teenage Dream, Pokemon) during route march, a mass orgy when they screened the whole Transformers movie when Megan Fox made her many appearances (I don't find her exceptionally hot under normal circumstances, but being in a testosterone-filled environment makes me more...needy), a sudden discotheque-ish competition/talentime during the wait-up for the movie to be screened, and other random things.
It's been quite fun I guess. I just hate having my life controlled and having my individuality bull-dozed.
The first book-out (ie, yesterday) was quite climactic in the sense that we all wet our pants upon seeing traffic lights and SBS buses at the ferry terminal. Think of it as ordinary, law-abiding male citizens being imprisoned for being healthy, "combat-fit" men. Releasing us into the wild is like...a primary school excursion--we get overly sexcited with the smallest things.
-- 5/17/2011 02:43:00 PM
"Down here, I CONTROL YOUR LIFE."
I hate it when other people waste my time for me. I like to waste time, but I don't like others to waste my time. It's like having privileges that you can't enjoy--you just don't want others to enjoy it in your place. There's morbid jealousy in every one of us, just a varying degree of how morbid/jealous.
I think I can understand why one of my close friends contemplated self-mutilation to get out of BMT. The "Rush to wait, wait to rush" saying holds so many years after the beginning of SAF. Normally when there's a problem there are solutions. When there are no solutions to a problem, it's called a situation. I really don't understand why this situation persists till even now. And I really hate feeling that my life is being wasted by the country. Sitting around doing nothing for hours on end is really a waste of my life. I could be at home playing Runescape completing tasks, quests, and masturbating to porn sites instead of being stuck in a sweat-soaked shirt waiting for something to miraculously happen due to improper planning.
I've seen pissing contests organized in a more proper fashion than this.
Being "Combat-fit" is not a good thing. It's just unhealthy. Straight out unhealthy. People go on and on about how "NS turns boys into men." But seriously, do I want to go through 2 years just to get out of this shit and be labelled a proper "man"?
Do I really care about labels?
But then again, crippling myself just to slacken my load for 2 years isn't feasible. A crippled hand is for life. NS is for 2 years.
What to do? Suck thumb lor.
Another thing I don't like about this shit is that it's severely anti-left-handed. When doing Basic Close-Combat Training, the master hand should be pulled close to the body to that when it swings out it hits for a larger impact. My master hand is obviously my left, unless you're talking about masturbating hand, which is my right. So when I assume the stance, it's different from the right-handers.
But apparently, being left-handed and expressing so is a direct infringement of certain SAF policies, and there is no room for individuals in the army. It's a right-handed world out there, despite the fact that around 1 in 8 men are left-handers. I can only guess how severely crippling we are of our combat forces.
The SAR-21 is also impossible to fire for a left-hander.
I quote "The SAR-21 is a right-handed weapon. Why you holding with your left hand? What makes you so special?"
The M16 is more left-hander friendly, and it's phased out. What can the left-handers do then? Suck thumb lor.
Such discrimination makes me feel like a minority. But are we really a minority? I'm beginning to doubt the sanctity of the state and myself. I can only blame the alcohol and the fact that I haven't masturbated for 2 weeks. Unlike most of my friends who have a social life/girlfriends, I don't have others to have sex with. So bye. I'm off to watch porn and relieve myself. I don't want any wet dreams (I dreamt of watching porn back in Tekong. How sad is that. Dreaming about watching porn is damn screwed up. It's not even dreaming about sex, it's dreaming about watching porn. How sad can my life be.)
I quote one of the sirs:
"Down here (in Pulau Tekong), I CONTROL YOUR LIFE."
That applies to masturbation in camp, which is a chargeable offence.
-- 5/17/2011 01:58:00 AM
Asexual.
This is my 600th post. Numbers don't mean much to me, but I do hope this means I don't die too badly in NS.
Time to be an amoeba. Bye.
-- 5/02/2011 09:49:00 PM