wk 8/racing forward to oblivion
so wk 8's out and there's just 3 days left - mon-wed. and then i'll find out what the next 20 months (assuming i don't get a psc oms) hold for me.
wk 8... the main event was our route march, that was on tues. 24km of walking, roughly 6 hrs plus, with breaks in between every 4km. at least the skies held up and the weather was ok. tired, aching and pained all over (abrasions are a nightmare) when it was finished, didn't get much sleep either (something like 1:30-5:30). i'm still sleep-deprived from that day - compared to many people i'm a sloth; i need my 7 hours and i can never get them. fell asleep standing up in CO's parade the next day (or was it thurs?)
there was recruits' evening on wed which was utter bullshit and a total waste of time - us noobs putting up performances about bmt life and that kinda rot lah, full of inside jokes and painful, painful, painful depictions of girlfriends and mothers - yeah, fake tits, camo cream for eyeliner, the lot. fuck. yup, the lamentable fact is that lots of guys do turn caveman in bmt. -.- thank goodness there're still people left who have their sanity and decency intact. i could have haemorrhaged; thought it'd never end. i'd rather have had the 4 hours to myself to sleep.
my conception of time is kinda warped from tues... partly the lack of sleep, partly the random free time interspersed with rhsls for our passing out parade, and partly the incoherent scheduling (24km, recruits evening and the parade rhsls all dragged way over time).
fri... some nervy free time in the morning (yup i did some praying too heh) and another parade rhsl which threatened to stretch from the allotted 9-10:20am slot, dangerously close to our bookout time (11am). thank goodness it ended just on time and we sprinted (fine, ran) all the way back to the company line to grab our bags and scoot.
so that's it. i've posted about my results experience alr so won't do it again. didn't get drunk though, unfortunately. had a nice quiet celebration dinner with family... my parents were ridiculously happy as most parents would be =) sat crashing YO was great too... chatting with mr lim, saying hi to mrs wong, working with the nubcaek bassists and all haha. going there and seeing old friends and the dear old fixtures is damn heartwarming. makes me feel like a million bucks. it's that warm fuzzy feeling again.
ahh well. naptime and book in. and 3 days to POP. i'm dreading my posting (it'll be out on wed), i know it'll be a cold day in hell before i get to ocs; i just hope it isn't too ugly. i tried my best, but it's simply not my thing.
fancy another dinner -> southbridge routine on sat, adam? zh's in.
wk 8... the main event was our route march, that was on tues. 24km of walking, roughly 6 hrs plus, with breaks in between every 4km. at least the skies held up and the weather was ok. tired, aching and pained all over (abrasions are a nightmare) when it was finished, didn't get much sleep either (something like 1:30-5:30). i'm still sleep-deprived from that day - compared to many people i'm a sloth; i need my 7 hours and i can never get them. fell asleep standing up in CO's parade the next day (or was it thurs?)
there was recruits' evening on wed which was utter bullshit and a total waste of time - us noobs putting up performances about bmt life and that kinda rot lah, full of inside jokes and painful, painful, painful depictions of girlfriends and mothers - yeah, fake tits, camo cream for eyeliner, the lot. fuck. yup, the lamentable fact is that lots of guys do turn caveman in bmt. -.- thank goodness there're still people left who have their sanity and decency intact. i could have haemorrhaged; thought it'd never end. i'd rather have had the 4 hours to myself to sleep.
my conception of time is kinda warped from tues... partly the lack of sleep, partly the random free time interspersed with rhsls for our passing out parade, and partly the incoherent scheduling (24km, recruits evening and the parade rhsls all dragged way over time).
fri... some nervy free time in the morning (yup i did some praying too heh) and another parade rhsl which threatened to stretch from the allotted 9-10:20am slot, dangerously close to our bookout time (11am). thank goodness it ended just on time and we sprinted (fine, ran) all the way back to the company line to grab our bags and scoot.
so that's it. i've posted about my results experience alr so won't do it again. didn't get drunk though, unfortunately. had a nice quiet celebration dinner with family... my parents were ridiculously happy as most parents would be =) sat crashing YO was great too... chatting with mr lim, saying hi to mrs wong, working with the nubcaek bassists and all haha. going there and seeing old friends and the dear old fixtures is damn heartwarming. makes me feel like a million bucks. it's that warm fuzzy feeling again.
ahh well. naptime and book in. and 3 days to POP. i'm dreading my posting (it'll be out on wed), i know it'll be a cold day in hell before i get to ocs; i just hope it isn't too ugly. i tried my best, but it's simply not my thing.
fancy another dinner -> southbridge routine on sat, adam? zh's in.
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