Icky-ness.

Is too much testosterone, with too much self importance, packaged in a neat box of grumpy pre-pubescent behaviour masquerading as manly behaviour.


Ugh. It's enough to make me want to stab a few eyes out.



Pfft. Men.

Standard Obstacle Course.

This, is what my hands looked like immediately after my first attempt at completing the SOC with rifle and a load bearing vest on. Calloused and bruised, at the same time. With the bruises appearing under the callouses.



This is how they look like today. After much moisturizer and a bit of rest, the callouses have been greatly reduced to reveal the true a bloody under-epidermis and I can finally hold things in my hand without any pain.


Ugh. I can't wait for Basic Military Training to be over. Just two more weeks!

Updates.

3 more weeks to POP (passing out parade)! Exactly 3 more book ins untill my last day in the godforsaken island of Tekong. I hope that I never get posted back there. The past few months have been great I've made up for the exercise I've been missing since I left Secondary School, way back in 2005, dropped 4kg and am in the best shape of my life.

But, I need to get the fuck away from that island.


The isolation from the rest of the world is horrible. Getting athelete's foot for the first time in my life sucks. Also, being treated like rubbish feels like crap. Because I have to stay in camp, I also miss events like the recent Camera Obscura concert and I'm going to have to miss Jens Lekman when he plays in Singapore.



God hates me. He couldn't schedule for all the great acts to come when I was bumming about watiting for National Service. Only after I transitioned from civilian to military personnel do all these great musical acts arrive. Why, dear lord?


Jen Lekman plays 1st Dec at The White Rabbit. Tickets available from www.gatecrash.com.sg
Go watch him!

Horror!

My MP3 player has run out of space. I cannot simply be stuck with 3225 songs alone! There are still so many CDs to burn!

6 Days.

I am a child borne by modern day singapore.

My commanders are crazy. Absolutely mental.

I do not like the jungle. Not for six days I don't.

Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band could play all day long and I still wouldn't care. Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr can kill me with swooning bass lines and crisp drumming all day long.

This isn't it. There must be something else.



caring is bad for your health, seriously.