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Saturday, August 06, 2005


The clouds are getting HEAVIER and DARKER. And Swee Lee that fat dude is still running. If we drag anymore the sun rays will soon disappear. I don't want to appear on TV with contrasting-coloured arms, running in skimpy semi transparent short shorts..

Darn, the cold wind blows. (1102)

Yay it's back! (1103)

Darn it's gone. (1105)

ARGH IT'S BURNING HOT!! I GIVE UP!


CPL Ho Jiaxuan. Can we please skip the corporal rank and jump straight to sergeant.. it's like having an appointment at 1pm, and having to come back to camp around 430pm when booking out time is around 515pm. Totally pointless. I can't order anyone about because my rank's too small, yet I get all the responsibilities a sergeant would kena. So it doesn't make sense. Ah Heng's dislocated arm is keeping him away.


If I ever complained I was one unlucky ass, I take back everything I said. Call it chance or luck, but I fought so hard for a sentry post, only to find out sentries had a special day. NO rest LOL. But I admit it was pretty spooky running about the camp compound at 2am in the morning. The trees became taller, the lights flickered, and the dogs howled in a distance, some 30cm away..

After all it was the first day of the 7th month, on the Chinese calendar anyway. I'm ashamed to say an Indian told me that, but anyway.. I was flanked by 3 dogs on the way, with Fabien loitering behind. Got so bored by his love stories.. but it did help pass the time rather quickly. I'm amused by him calling me an asshole; he isn't the first one, definitely not the last.

With Martin, now a 2SG, and SGTs Loo and Lam, the duty was more endurable than the last one. SSG Phua made things alot better too.


Block leave the next week for 5 days. Wonder what I'll do with it. Everyone's so busy.. maybe I'll practise for the pool competition. Or the final clan match against Leo and friends.. the teams are finalised, we can't lose. But there's this ominous feeling that refuses to go away. What if Salas and Taffy can't hold up? What if Swee Lee can't produce the performance his intensive training promised?


I was bored so my resolve crumbled. The guilt is tickling me. I'm never myself at night, especially during the weekends. I can never close the door.

_'Jx]- faded at 11:00 AM