Waking up as a Leader

Back fron the hantu jungles in Tekong once more.

Completed SIT test which is a test of whether you can make it as a leader.

I think I just did O K. Not sure how and by what I'll be assessed by but frankly, I don't give a damn.

I had fun doing the challenges. It's like Survivor tribal immunity only this time, you can be shot by a sniper, hanging off a cliff of 10m height or suspended on muddy logs.

FYI, I have a sudden interest to be a pilot.

Before you laugh your balls or your knockers off. You all must be thinking.

How can BEN be a PILOT ?

Let me reason. BEN likes to FLY if you all don't know that, BEN likes to go where the WIND blows and BEN likes to get gun down by MISSLES.

Well, somehow, plans of me going to the advertising industry has taken a turnstill and I'm thinking of diverting to work as a CIVIL SERVANT.

OMG - Ben working for the SINGAPORE GAHMEN. I must be an infiltrator or spy for some foreign gahmen.

Which BTW, I don't mind too since I like what Jennifer Garner does on Alias so for what it's worth, I would love to be that sneaky little idiot that prodes around sensitive information and carry out Mission Impossible stuff.

Okay, I'm getting a little out of hand.

Back to topic. Me = Pilot.

The possibility is there. I've did the test and I'm going for my medical on Monday. So if I pass the medical, pass the interview stage and I should be almost there.

(((Sing R Kelly "I Believe I Can Fly")))

On other Bitchy Ben news, my buddy has not bathe for the last two days for some unknown reasons.

He has a dartboard on his back because this morning, he shitted and it was like really ugly and he dare not admit he had "artillier-ized" the bowl.

On news about meself, I've found a newfound sense of discpline of waking up at 530 am to brush my teeth and shit so as to avoid the crowd no matter how tired I am.

I'm gonna meet my DMC buddies later for movie, I've been wishing for a break/breather for god knows when, good thing is I won't return to the jungle in the next month or so and that's good enough.

Barely have 24 hours to spend it on leisure, I have to treasure it hard.

Movie-goer & Buffet-shark,
Ben

A Month of Disappearance!

I'm back and alive again.

For friends who thought I went to the grave, sorry to dissappoint ya.

A quick recap for what has happened to me for this one month:

- I caught a terrible viral fever that knocked me out for a week or so
- Attended my brother's wedding
- Survived a 6 days Field camp in the midst of the Tekong jungle

As you can see, all these took place during my weekends and hence, no updates on this bloggie.

The viral fever was so serious that it involved an ambulance and Changi General Hospital.

My stay was brief though, for 2 hours. I felt mistreated there as the doctor just brushed it off.

CMON, I had a CONCUSSION. Since I lost all my senses and fell into a black daze where I can hear only voices and nothing else.

But all that said and done, I'm still fine but I still have a flammatory cough.

WHICH I GOT IT FROM MY BUDDY.

You know, my buddy has yet to recovered from his fever cum cough cum whatever shit he is still being sick with.

First day of Field camp, my body was ready to tahan the upcoming 5 days of strenuous activities with the lack of proper food, sleep and bath but NO.

I say there is no GOD because my buddy kept COUGHING the fucking entire night.

So instead of me having a lack of proper sleep, I had NO NO NO sleep at all.

FYI, his cough can mimic those old fogeys 80 yr old ++ on their death beds spitting out the last ba kwa stuck in their throat from stuffing themselves from New year goodies.

Hence, I got infected, AGAIN on day 3 or 4 and I tahan my clenched fist from flying to the other side of the basha.

BTW, a basha is a tent, only much more smaller and I SO much prefer to sleep on open ground regardless of rain, snow or slate falling on me.

I cared about needing more fresh oxygen during my sleep than hit by a meteor shower.

ANYWAY, my buddy dare backstabbed me and tell some people whom he went to pee pee to the bushes with that I'm SLOW and SELFISH and not SUPPORTIVE.

"Bashing buddy session alert" - Surf to next webpage if you do not want to read my aggression.

YOU FUCKING CHEE BYE BUDDY. You are the SLOW one. When everyone is eating their ration, you are still doing you powder bath. When I already slept, you have not even packed your field pack for the next day. You are always the last fell to fall in for our section.

Everytime there is a mancheck, you always go AWOL because you are out there trying to suck up to some sargeants or some senior's cock.

The WHOLE platoon is sick of your SHIT. ALL of them agree with me and shake their head at me everytime they see you performing your stance of trying to polish somebody's boots.

I have the honour of the WORST buddy ever in BMTC history. I should have an award for just surviving you. I don't mind suriving another FIELD CAMP as long as you're NOT THERE.

I don't WHINCE like a pussy when I'm digging a shellscrape. You sound like a pussy in heat everytime you smash your ET blade down on the soft soil. For the fucking FACT, you are in the shade whereas the rest are in the HOT SUN with HELMETS on.

You ARE SO LAZY that you only water plants for AREA cleaning and NEVER do any BUNK cleaning and you had the NERVE to say you contribute SO MUCH rations to the bunk when your only offering to the bunk in the past 2 months was "ANYBODY WANT A HACKS SWEET?"

You have the nerve to eat our rations. The bunk ask you to stop eating our chips or chocolate because you are sick but you NEVER LISTEN. You want to become an OFFICER, go ahead, you will only SUFFER. I hope they will enjoy you licking their ass and your feminine whines.

"END OF RANT"

I apologize to my blog readers. This has been pent up too long. I can go on longer but I don't want this blog to be all about my buddy.

I'm waiting to PASS OUT soon where I need not hear his coughing every night anymore. EVER.

Bad Buddy aside, I survived Field Camp !!!!

Infested centipedes and snakes campsite plus mosquitoes that sting your arse when you shit plus rations that taste like mush plus carrying a 17 kg school bag for 4 km or more.

I've survived !!!! YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY !!!!

((((( Round of applause for the Recruits who surivived w/o dropping out )))))

I just wish for more rest before I'm setting off to the jungle again tommorrow for the next 3 days or so. Sigh.

On a happier note, I feel I'm beginning to bond more with my section mates but all of us are too shagged to even think much less care for one another.

I hope to post up a few photos of my field camp before I book in tonight.

That's the update for the one month or so.

I promise not to go missing again for one more month from this blog.

That is if I dig a trench to bury myself to escape from the coughing and whining.

Recruit in training / Posting a Classified ad for a buddy,
Benjamin