Random mumbles
Time passes by real fast.
Like really really fast. I still can't believe the 5 weeks I've already burned on a desolated island.
I've accepted the fact that the world is unfair and the label of being a Singaporean male is one that "protects and dies for the nation where he learns skills of the trade of killing wild boars in dense forests for survival."
I digress. I'm not here to whine about my nation's defence policies.
Regardless, I'm looking forward to the next phase of Basic Military Training where I get to bludgeon my buddy to death or get stinged by countless hornets.
By the way, my body still feels the same the day I entered Tekong.
I still have the same body mass, bulging fats and skinny lifeless arms.
It makes one wonder where all the training I've endured has gone to. Definitely not my brain.
I'm also beginning to bump into old friends. Friends that have become SAR GANTS and have the authority to ask me to knock it down till my arms become weak and I'm rushed off to the medical centre for the blood rush that goes to my skinny lifeless arms.
As a recruit, I can't talk for long with them.
It's this hierachical (correct spelling? Heck la) order where you cannot cross border and talk buddy buddy with someone higher rank than you like.
For example, if you are out in the working world and you are seen drinking coffee outside office hours with your boss, colleagues will assume the following:
1. You're having an affair
2. You're sucking cock/blowing pussy of your fellow superior
It's highly unlikely it will be the following:
1. Talking business in a casual affair
2. You're trying to poison your boss with rat poison in the coffee
Nevertheless what case it is, it seems you have to be in a role and my role in the army is to take shit from whoever.
But most people say SAR GANTS also sometimes get tekan because they have politics to meddle with especially with warrants or officers.
Whatever. When the time comes when I'm in deep shit of army politics, someone please bludgeon me with an ET stick.
Okay enuff talk about army. What has been going on with poor ol' Benny?
Well, I've been reading up like a bookworm. "The Da Vinci Code" by Dan Brown.
Blurdy good book I must say as it intringued the hell out of my balls.
Besides reading, I've been binging on chocolate with my latest escapade at the minimart resulting in a receipt of 10 bucks solely on chocolate.
Maybe that's why I still have the same body mass, bulging fats and skinny lifeless arms.
In addition to being a chocaholic that gets the adrenaling of licking whatever melting chocolate that's left on the wrapper, I've become more self-depreciating, sacarstic and curt to everyone around me.
Don't know why. I don't have PMS thank you very much but I blame it on the weather.
With reference to my love life, I guess there are no updates.
Nobody new to stalk/interfere or love affairs to break up, it's so boring.
I keep listening to my army buddies love life and some have already faltered in camp.
But hey, I'm not complainig. Relationships are like pets, you need to nurture and maintain it and one wrong move might spell the doom of things. The pet will run away from the lack of love or bite the owner's hand.
So for now, I advocate the freedom to have ONS and going out without holding somebody's sweaty palms.
Oh god, I love being a weekend swinging single NS slave.
Abhors relationships for now,
Pyscho Ben
Saturday, September 25, 2004
Saturday, September 18, 2004
Out n About, in Pain
I guess the idea of booking out early every Friday is getting to be a norm for me.
5 days isloated on an island with free accomodation, food and physical conditioning provided by the government provided by my parents income tax ain't that bad after all.
Just don't think of it as imprisonment. A life changing experience perhaps.
Reason: You get to see all sorts of people from different walks of life interacting.
Like I remember the first day when I got to my bunk. 11 other individuals were uneasy with one another.
But as day passes by, you get to see the side they share, be it good or bad.
There is the smoker beng biker who upholds friendship bonds, the mat yo-yo that adores his girlfriend and juggles like a bartender, the chinese horny guy who fantasizes about the next FHM gal, the inevitable geek who frequents Sim Lim and talks about cars all the time and the suck cock idiot that everyone hates.
It's a general stereotype of some of the people in my bunk. Don't take offence if anybody ever reads the above.
I guess I fall in the stereotype of cynical sacarstic bastard that demoralizes the entire bunk by screaming at them to do area cleaning or hurry up fall in or I'll throw a broom in their face.
I guess that was a pre-requisite of me being the bunk I/C.
I don't see the other section I/Cs doing the same threats though.
Anyway I digress.
I love my bunk mates save for a rare few. Which I shall comment further about their antics if they really irritate me enough on a Friday bookout.
But Friday bookouts are happy moments on a Fastcraft away from the Skull island of misery so if anybody makes me that mad, you'll be able to hear my grunts by Friday night.
Okay back to main point.
5 days week ain't that bad. But it will revert to 5.5 day work week in about a fortnight because that is when my physical training phase is over.
For those pundits who bet that I could not disrupt, go claim your winnings from a 4-D booth.
I did not pass my disruption test yesterday. "Hears cheers and claps from my PC office"
I failed 3 stations.
I hear gasps, jaws dropping to the floor and your balls choking your throat but Rec Ben is the Cannot Make it Physically Type.
Stupid reason being, I went to the gym the night before and trained on my Standing Broad Jump technique.
And practiced I did. The pals that went with me to jump had fits in their stomach from laughing at me when I jump.
This is because I grunted like a horny ape everytime I takeoff from the start line.
And Mr. Long Legs Me is very inconsistent but if I really concentrate, I can jump 230 cm wor~~
I digress again. Look what the SAF has done to poor old Ben.
So, I jump like umpteen over times until I think I mastered the techinque.
The operative word here is "think".
Hence, I headed back to bunk thinking that I could jump. Pass everything except Chin-ups.
Did I tell you that people daydream alot in an army camp?
To horrors of all horrible stupid mistakes in my life, I woke up in agony barely 2 hours before the IPPT disruption test with legs knotted like tree trunks and my lower back aching like Prickly Heat powder on your cock.
Results: My 2.4km run was 12.23 seconds. I failed by 4 seconds.
Pull up - I'm still a zero fighter.
SBJ - 212 cm. Failed by 4 cm.
Did I curse and swear? Nope.
I only have myself to blame for training strenously like a grunting hog in heat the night before.
Strangely enough 24 hours later in the comforts of my home now blogging, my thighs STILL FUCKING HURT and my back is still in AGONY.
I have refused to succumb to medicinal products like Yoko yoko, Counterpain or whatever cream, lotion and shit that you put to soothe yourself.
I believe in natural recuperation. Leave me in agony for the next 24 hours or so.
In pain,
Rec Ben
P.S. I'll be back to report the progress of my natural recovery plus the variety of swear words that comes out of my filthy mouth by tonight.
I guess the idea of booking out early every Friday is getting to be a norm for me.
5 days isloated on an island with free accomodation, food and physical conditioning provided by the government provided by my parents income tax ain't that bad after all.
Just don't think of it as imprisonment. A life changing experience perhaps.
Reason: You get to see all sorts of people from different walks of life interacting.
Like I remember the first day when I got to my bunk. 11 other individuals were uneasy with one another.
But as day passes by, you get to see the side they share, be it good or bad.
There is the smoker beng biker who upholds friendship bonds, the mat yo-yo that adores his girlfriend and juggles like a bartender, the chinese horny guy who fantasizes about the next FHM gal, the inevitable geek who frequents Sim Lim and talks about cars all the time and the suck cock idiot that everyone hates.
It's a general stereotype of some of the people in my bunk. Don't take offence if anybody ever reads the above.
I guess I fall in the stereotype of cynical sacarstic bastard that demoralizes the entire bunk by screaming at them to do area cleaning or hurry up fall in or I'll throw a broom in their face.
I guess that was a pre-requisite of me being the bunk I/C.
I don't see the other section I/Cs doing the same threats though.
Anyway I digress.
I love my bunk mates save for a rare few. Which I shall comment further about their antics if they really irritate me enough on a Friday bookout.
But Friday bookouts are happy moments on a Fastcraft away from the Skull island of misery so if anybody makes me that mad, you'll be able to hear my grunts by Friday night.
Okay back to main point.
5 days week ain't that bad. But it will revert to 5.5 day work week in about a fortnight because that is when my physical training phase is over.
For those pundits who bet that I could not disrupt, go claim your winnings from a 4-D booth.
I did not pass my disruption test yesterday. "Hears cheers and claps from my PC office"
I failed 3 stations.
I hear gasps, jaws dropping to the floor and your balls choking your throat but Rec Ben is the Cannot Make it Physically Type.
Stupid reason being, I went to the gym the night before and trained on my Standing Broad Jump technique.
And practiced I did. The pals that went with me to jump had fits in their stomach from laughing at me when I jump.
This is because I grunted like a horny ape everytime I takeoff from the start line.
And Mr. Long Legs Me is very inconsistent but if I really concentrate, I can jump 230 cm wor~~
I digress again. Look what the SAF has done to poor old Ben.
So, I jump like umpteen over times until I think I mastered the techinque.
The operative word here is "think".
Hence, I headed back to bunk thinking that I could jump. Pass everything except Chin-ups.
Did I tell you that people daydream alot in an army camp?
To horrors of all horrible stupid mistakes in my life, I woke up in agony barely 2 hours before the IPPT disruption test with legs knotted like tree trunks and my lower back aching like Prickly Heat powder on your cock.
Results: My 2.4km run was 12.23 seconds. I failed by 4 seconds.
Pull up - I'm still a zero fighter.
SBJ - 212 cm. Failed by 4 cm.
Did I curse and swear? Nope.
I only have myself to blame for training strenously like a grunting hog in heat the night before.
Strangely enough 24 hours later in the comforts of my home now blogging, my thighs STILL FUCKING HURT and my back is still in AGONY.
I have refused to succumb to medicinal products like Yoko yoko, Counterpain or whatever cream, lotion and shit that you put to soothe yourself.
I believe in natural recuperation. Leave me in agony for the next 24 hours or so.
In pain,
Rec Ben
P.S. I'll be back to report the progress of my natural recovery plus the variety of swear words that comes out of my filthy mouth by tonight.
Friday, September 10, 2004
2nd Book Out Day
Back in mainland Singapore. I think I can get used to this weekday-hell weekend-heaven lifestyle.
It's like a different world and when I'm out now, I feel a little lost, out of place and hapless with no direction to go.
I think I'll spend most of my weekend snoozing and enjoying hot baths and watching TV.
I think I deserve some slacking time after all I have done in camp.
I'm the bunk I/C so I shout at my other 11 bunk mates to MOVE IT, or FALL IN NOW or DO AREA CLEANING NOW.
I'm like the mean guy. Yup. But I think everyone still likes me.
In my platoon, I think we are the best section, reason being we are quite spirited and quite efficient.
I just need to push them sometimes.
There were some occassions where all of them approach me to talk to this one particular guy who needs "assistance" to be aware of his short-sightedness in doing stuff.
He was talking on the phone past 2230, our sleep time where we had an important event the next day and apparently some of my section mates couldnt sleep.
So I had a one to one talk to him and I kinda reprimanded him but he took it in stride.
One ear in and one ear out.
Ok, I'm beginning to start to crap.
In the army, I'm beginning to pick up lots of vulgar phrases.
And I'm developing an even shorter fuse when I'm irritated with people.
I'm on the verge of snapping left right centre but all I do is bitch to some of my good pals in my section to release steam.
Okay, fine. I'm NOT a PEOPLE PERSON.
But then again, you meet different types of people in the army and some people are in my own opinion.
The CANNOT MAKE IT type.
In my section, there's a slacker, a person who loves to sleep ALL the time, an overenthusiastic person who likes to help people but doesnt get things done himself and a stubborn mule.
And the great thing is one of the above people is my BUDDY.
Fuck it.
I'm gritting my teeth everytime I look at him making a mistake here n there and I roll my eyes whenever he tries to help other people but yet fall short of getting his own stuff done.
Whatever.
I'm sure I'll snap one day. But for this weekend, I can just slack n relax.
I deserve it.
Blogging, whining and crapping at the same time -
Rec Ben
Back in mainland Singapore. I think I can get used to this weekday-hell weekend-heaven lifestyle.
It's like a different world and when I'm out now, I feel a little lost, out of place and hapless with no direction to go.
I think I'll spend most of my weekend snoozing and enjoying hot baths and watching TV.
I think I deserve some slacking time after all I have done in camp.
I'm the bunk I/C so I shout at my other 11 bunk mates to MOVE IT, or FALL IN NOW or DO AREA CLEANING NOW.
I'm like the mean guy. Yup. But I think everyone still likes me.
In my platoon, I think we are the best section, reason being we are quite spirited and quite efficient.
I just need to push them sometimes.
There were some occassions where all of them approach me to talk to this one particular guy who needs "assistance" to be aware of his short-sightedness in doing stuff.
He was talking on the phone past 2230, our sleep time where we had an important event the next day and apparently some of my section mates couldnt sleep.
So I had a one to one talk to him and I kinda reprimanded him but he took it in stride.
One ear in and one ear out.
Ok, I'm beginning to start to crap.
In the army, I'm beginning to pick up lots of vulgar phrases.
And I'm developing an even shorter fuse when I'm irritated with people.
I'm on the verge of snapping left right centre but all I do is bitch to some of my good pals in my section to release steam.
Okay, fine. I'm NOT a PEOPLE PERSON.
But then again, you meet different types of people in the army and some people are in my own opinion.
The CANNOT MAKE IT type.
In my section, there's a slacker, a person who loves to sleep ALL the time, an overenthusiastic person who likes to help people but doesnt get things done himself and a stubborn mule.
And the great thing is one of the above people is my BUDDY.
Fuck it.
I'm gritting my teeth everytime I look at him making a mistake here n there and I roll my eyes whenever he tries to help other people but yet fall short of getting his own stuff done.
Whatever.
I'm sure I'll snap one day. But for this weekend, I can just slack n relax.
I deserve it.
Blogging, whining and crapping at the same time -
Rec Ben
Friday, September 03, 2004
Book out Day
After a 17 days confinement, I'm out to the civilized world.
What do I really have to say about the island of Tekong for a chao recruit like me, also known as the lowest lifeform on earth's existence, especially in Singapore?
Nothing really. To be honest.
It is just a total different world on that island.
Regimental lifestyle with no privacy and no sense of freedom. This is what you call the army.
Freedom of expression and creativity is heavily subdued. Your left brain is stagnant for the 2 years serving the national armed forces.
All you do is take instruction, suck it up and take the punishment and that's the moral of the story.
It's 2230. Should be lights off time in Tekong now. Seems like my body clock is shutting down. I'll blog more about my bunk mates and the gossip tommorrow perhaps.
Back to civilian life,
Rec Benjamin
After a 17 days confinement, I'm out to the civilized world.
What do I really have to say about the island of Tekong for a chao recruit like me, also known as the lowest lifeform on earth's existence, especially in Singapore?
Nothing really. To be honest.
It is just a total different world on that island.
Regimental lifestyle with no privacy and no sense of freedom. This is what you call the army.
Freedom of expression and creativity is heavily subdued. Your left brain is stagnant for the 2 years serving the national armed forces.
All you do is take instruction, suck it up and take the punishment and that's the moral of the story.
It's 2230. Should be lights off time in Tekong now. Seems like my body clock is shutting down. I'll blog more about my bunk mates and the gossip tommorrow perhaps.
Back to civilian life,
Rec Benjamin
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