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I really dread bookout days. The reason why? Because we have to earn them, by getting hammered everytime. And the hammering gets worse each subsequent week. How is bmt going to pass!? I have at around 8 weeks to go!On another note, i appreciate civilian life alot now. My first bookout was quite an experience, once i stepped out of the camp gate i swear i could feel the civilian world embrace me. Everything seemed pretty. No more staying cooped up in our 4-man cabin, no more NS life. Well at least for the next two days.Head's as round as it can be, now. I haven't really gotten used to the sudden emptiness perched on my scalp when i've had my hair all my life until now. Good thing is, washing hair is now a piece o' cake. Its late. I'll say more when i feel like it. Bye!
(Psst. Thank you peejay for the title!)
" 1. You are hereby required under Section 10 of the Enlistment Act ( Cap 93 ), to report for enlistment on
18 MAR 2009 (WED) AT 8.00 AM
to NAVAL DIVING UNIT ( NDU ) "
Sigh enlistment's finally here. After A's, after the first 3 months of 2009, it . is . here. I will miss civilian life dearly, and the food and the freedom that i've had and so wonderfully enjoyed over the past few months.
Okay i guess i won't have the time to update this blog very often now, and there's the 2 week confinement period before i have my first book-out.
So it's goodbye from me here to anybody who sees this. Take care everyone!
Check this space on 3rd April! See you soon!
grabbed from militaryphotos
Come on, spill. I know the kind of thoughts that run through your mind upon seeing the title. You, yes you, reader.
Don't get me wrong(which you probably did). My idea of enjoying myself at night, are just a couple of life's many simple pleasures. Headphones sealed and ears cupped, playing crisp music at a gentle volume, along with a cup of tea which i occasionally sip from. Ah, the life.
Serene.
I hate oil. It is oozing out of my face at a heightened rate. And oil usually precedes pimples. Shiat really. Sleeping with zits lining the sides of your face can be a real bitch, uncomfortable and painful yeah. And usually the dirt accumulated on your pillow contributes to pimple growth as well, so i might as well sleep facing the ceiling permanently to avoid sprouting zits. But of course thats not possible, so blast you pimples.
Stress? Pre-enlistment blues? Genes? Fatigue? Shitty soap? The list goes on. I don't know exactly what causes it for me, but you people without those pus-filled spots on your face, feel very fortunate.
This has been a random pimple rant. Goodbye.
Mopping the house was useful today. Usually it just gets me tired, but today it served well to distract me from the occasional depressing thoughts about my abysmal results. A household chore as an escape. Wow haha. Okay at least it's a workout of some sort and sweating made me feel much less of a slacker around the house. Like all household chores(except maybe washing muddy shoes), it was rewarding. A faint sense of satisfaction, to say the least. Hurrah, housewives.
Dear future, please stay bright.
