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