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Sunday, January 30, 2005
Alpha Reloaded
i reported to the medical centre for the second time on the second sunday of my NS life. it was due to excessive exercising, causing the joints between my ribs to have inflammation. gosh~ when i heard this i got a shock, but the doctor reassured me it was totally ok. fine, riiight. because of this and my injured knees, i was excused for a lot of activities, skipping practically every circuit PT sessions, and trying to siam my SOCs.
i couldn't really remember a lot of things that happened already. let's see, i remembered before my first book-out, we had this out-field session to learn how to pitch our "basha" (*ops* i realised i forgot how to spell the word). it was quite miserable because it was raining and everything, and all the PCs and sergeants are all starting to use physical punishments. i remembered i hated all the Basic Close Combat Training sessions because the PTIs always find weird excuses to punish us.
what was i like during my BMT days? hmm~ i gave people the impression that i can't do a lot of things. i can't pass my IPPT, i can't complete my SOC in time, i can't do PTs because of my problems then, i can't do this and that. but whenever i was asked to do things, i did them with quite a garang attitude. ("recruit zhang! u can do it!" "yes sir!" *give garang face and struggle and struggle*) actually some of the things i can do one, just i don't want to do them too well. for what sia? i really don't want to go sispec or OCS. i don't think i want to hold that kind of responsibilities in army. in those positions, it's very easy to get punished for someone elses' doings, and i hate that. i hate it when i get punished for something i cannot control in the first place. i can almost imagine i get 7 extras for some ah-bengs' childish ill-respect. aiya, i just hate it.
so most of the time, i just scrape thru my tasks. even my job as the (what do u call it? *think* oh!) parade-state I/C, i just try to do it. wouldn't say i did a good job, 'coz most of the time i jus heck it and write numbers in without asking around. (haha, i remembered one of my platoon mate who was a recourse personnel went OOC because he had some "eye problem" which he claimed to have caused his misfire of live rounds during range. and i had to write his name EVERYDAY in the parade state book. i was really wondering when i could stop writing his name sia~)
then field camp and SIT test came. i couldn't really remember much. juz that i didn't really enjoy it, nor did i really hate it too. it's jus ok lor. i managed to book out on the second last day of the field camp because of my NTU mass comm interview, so everyone was like *wa~ so good*. and i had the whole toilet to myself back in the bunk. enjoyed a refreshing shower before i booked out. something happened while i came back, which caused me to sign 7 extras which i never served even until now. when i went back to outfield, it's already late at night and i didn't get to dig trench *no no, i did not regret NOT digging a trench* and slept thru the night at the training shed. next day was the last day of field camp and we went to the *what do u call it?* BOC *issit?*. it was... well... sandy.
oh~ i kind of like SIT test, 'coz i was really slacking. all the people in my detail are like sooo garang, they were always trying to fight to do something. altho there were a few tasks that sounded quite interesting, but i never really got a chance to get involved. the people in my detail would be like "eh, let me do this" "ok, then i do that" "i help you with that"... and in the end, "ok those left, u all do sentry!" and so, i always end up doing sentry, lying in a grass patch nearby staring into utter blank space, observing all the insects crawling all around me, while my detail tried to complete the tasks. not bad la~ we couldn't complete one mission only. oh, i remembered i was the medic for my detail, den i had to carry the stupid stretcher everywhere. but i was like SO weak, and there was once we had to do leopard crawl for 30 metres, and it was one hell of a lifetime for me. the stretcher kept hitting against my head and i could almost faint. and the sand kept getting into my eyes whenever i tried to lower my head to avoid getting hit by the stretcher. it was a terrible time and i was the only one left still doing the leopard crawl when all my people had already reached the point. and they were like "go! johnson! go! go! johnson! go!" den someone actually leopard crawled to where i am and helped me avoid getting hit by the stretcher and also helped drag me to make me crawl faster. wa, it was damn drama la~ but kind of enjoyed it. haha~
after field camp and sit test, everything was quite slack already. jus that i was trying to train myself to pass SOC and IPPT. what to do? because of muscle fatigue and the sudden increase of 8kg of my mass, i couldn't really pulled myself up onto anything high. i just felt so heavy. and every night i would go to the gym, do the Lats Pull Down for 3 sets and the chin-up machine for 200 times, den buying a soya-bean drink before heading to sleep. let me see ah, i did three IPPT retests and eight SOC retests before i passed both. and that's six days before my Passing-Out Parade. haha~ hen2 you3 man3 zu2 gan3 neh~ keke...
oh~ i remembered a few little incidents that happened. two days before my very last IPPT retest, i had a terrible diarrhea, and i was darn worried. i skipped the whole games day for BMTC sch 1 and i was at the medical centre waiting to see the MO lor. two days later, with my stomach still having butterflies due to both the diarrhea and the nervousness, i managed to pass my IPPT. shiok~ haha. then my last book-in to tekong on 1st june 2003, i forgot to bring my 11B. i was damn scared la, 'cos if i rushed back home, i would be late for book-in, but without my 11B, i could not do a lot of things in tekong, and i would get punished for sure. that's like the last 4 days of my BMT liao, dun wan to get punished anymore. so i went to see a doctor to complain abt my diarrhea (which hadnt really recovered yet! heng ah!) and i was given one day MC. so i booked in on the next day, skipping one POP rehearsal. muahaha~
Passing-Out Parade, otherwise known as POP, was the very thing every recruit looked forward to. but everyone dreaded the thing to do before we POP, the 24km route march. by that time, i had already passed my SOC and IPPT and so i was REALLY REALLY looking forward to POPing. so had to tell myself no matter what i had to endure. interestingly i did not really get tired for the first 20km. and by the time we reached back in BMTC for the last 4 km, i was still able to breathe normally. wa, but the very last 4 km was quite killing. it was like you know it's ending, and you are just counting down the minutes, and you dread EVERY second of it. then your muscles start to get tired and you see your bunk but you cannot go back yet. by the time we finished it, we were really drained of all energy.
if i'm not wrong, 5th of june was my POP date. and i was all ready to pass-out. then.... *krrroooonnngg* thunder was heard, and all of a sudden, it started pouring rain. wa~ our spirits were really dampened. we've waited for so long for this and it had to rain. I WANTED TO THROW MY JOCKEY CAP! all of us were waiting at the parade square in between the cookhouses and most of us were like "rain rain go away~ rain rain go away~" wa, it really worked sia. half an hour before the parade should start, the rain miraculously just stopped. it wasn't like "poooouuurr~" den "drrrizzzleee~" den stop, but it was "pouuuuuuuurr!" den abruptly stop. weird right? haha. and so, we happily got our POP parade. it was darn fast and before i knew it, i was already on the fast-craft back to mainland singapore together with my parents, knowing i wouldn't be going back anymore as a recruit.
BMT. it's quite interesting now that i recall the moments. but i knew i didn't really like it, nor did i really enjoy it. the precious moments were because of my frens i made in there. frenships, until then, were still my most valuable asset.
Johnzzon
i couldn't really remember a lot of things that happened already. let's see, i remembered before my first book-out, we had this out-field session to learn how to pitch our "basha" (*ops* i realised i forgot how to spell the word). it was quite miserable because it was raining and everything, and all the PCs and sergeants are all starting to use physical punishments. i remembered i hated all the Basic Close Combat Training sessions because the PTIs always find weird excuses to punish us.
what was i like during my BMT days? hmm~ i gave people the impression that i can't do a lot of things. i can't pass my IPPT, i can't complete my SOC in time, i can't do PTs because of my problems then, i can't do this and that. but whenever i was asked to do things, i did them with quite a garang attitude. ("recruit zhang! u can do it!" "yes sir!" *give garang face and struggle and struggle*) actually some of the things i can do one, just i don't want to do them too well. for what sia? i really don't want to go sispec or OCS. i don't think i want to hold that kind of responsibilities in army. in those positions, it's very easy to get punished for someone elses' doings, and i hate that. i hate it when i get punished for something i cannot control in the first place. i can almost imagine i get 7 extras for some ah-bengs' childish ill-respect. aiya, i just hate it.
so most of the time, i just scrape thru my tasks. even my job as the (what do u call it? *think* oh!) parade-state I/C, i just try to do it. wouldn't say i did a good job, 'coz most of the time i jus heck it and write numbers in without asking around. (haha, i remembered one of my platoon mate who was a recourse personnel went OOC because he had some "eye problem" which he claimed to have caused his misfire of live rounds during range. and i had to write his name EVERYDAY in the parade state book. i was really wondering when i could stop writing his name sia~)
then field camp and SIT test came. i couldn't really remember much. juz that i didn't really enjoy it, nor did i really hate it too. it's jus ok lor. i managed to book out on the second last day of the field camp because of my NTU mass comm interview, so everyone was like *wa~ so good*. and i had the whole toilet to myself back in the bunk. enjoyed a refreshing shower before i booked out. something happened while i came back, which caused me to sign 7 extras which i never served even until now. when i went back to outfield, it's already late at night and i didn't get to dig trench *no no, i did not regret NOT digging a trench* and slept thru the night at the training shed. next day was the last day of field camp and we went to the *what do u call it?* BOC *issit?*. it was... well... sandy.
oh~ i kind of like SIT test, 'coz i was really slacking. all the people in my detail are like sooo garang, they were always trying to fight to do something. altho there were a few tasks that sounded quite interesting, but i never really got a chance to get involved. the people in my detail would be like "eh, let me do this" "ok, then i do that" "i help you with that"... and in the end, "ok those left, u all do sentry!" and so, i always end up doing sentry, lying in a grass patch nearby staring into utter blank space, observing all the insects crawling all around me, while my detail tried to complete the tasks. not bad la~ we couldn't complete one mission only. oh, i remembered i was the medic for my detail, den i had to carry the stupid stretcher everywhere. but i was like SO weak, and there was once we had to do leopard crawl for 30 metres, and it was one hell of a lifetime for me. the stretcher kept hitting against my head and i could almost faint. and the sand kept getting into my eyes whenever i tried to lower my head to avoid getting hit by the stretcher. it was a terrible time and i was the only one left still doing the leopard crawl when all my people had already reached the point. and they were like "go! johnson! go! go! johnson! go!" den someone actually leopard crawled to where i am and helped me avoid getting hit by the stretcher and also helped drag me to make me crawl faster. wa, it was damn drama la~ but kind of enjoyed it. haha~
after field camp and sit test, everything was quite slack already. jus that i was trying to train myself to pass SOC and IPPT. what to do? because of muscle fatigue and the sudden increase of 8kg of my mass, i couldn't really pulled myself up onto anything high. i just felt so heavy. and every night i would go to the gym, do the Lats Pull Down for 3 sets and the chin-up machine for 200 times, den buying a soya-bean drink before heading to sleep. let me see ah, i did three IPPT retests and eight SOC retests before i passed both. and that's six days before my Passing-Out Parade. haha~ hen2 you3 man3 zu2 gan3 neh~ keke...
oh~ i remembered a few little incidents that happened. two days before my very last IPPT retest, i had a terrible diarrhea, and i was darn worried. i skipped the whole games day for BMTC sch 1 and i was at the medical centre waiting to see the MO lor. two days later, with my stomach still having butterflies due to both the diarrhea and the nervousness, i managed to pass my IPPT. shiok~ haha. then my last book-in to tekong on 1st june 2003, i forgot to bring my 11B. i was damn scared la, 'cos if i rushed back home, i would be late for book-in, but without my 11B, i could not do a lot of things in tekong, and i would get punished for sure. that's like the last 4 days of my BMT liao, dun wan to get punished anymore. so i went to see a doctor to complain abt my diarrhea (which hadnt really recovered yet! heng ah!) and i was given one day MC. so i booked in on the next day, skipping one POP rehearsal. muahaha~
Passing-Out Parade, otherwise known as POP, was the very thing every recruit looked forward to. but everyone dreaded the thing to do before we POP, the 24km route march. by that time, i had already passed my SOC and IPPT and so i was REALLY REALLY looking forward to POPing. so had to tell myself no matter what i had to endure. interestingly i did not really get tired for the first 20km. and by the time we reached back in BMTC for the last 4 km, i was still able to breathe normally. wa, but the very last 4 km was quite killing. it was like you know it's ending, and you are just counting down the minutes, and you dread EVERY second of it. then your muscles start to get tired and you see your bunk but you cannot go back yet. by the time we finished it, we were really drained of all energy.
if i'm not wrong, 5th of june was my POP date. and i was all ready to pass-out. then.... *krrroooonnngg* thunder was heard, and all of a sudden, it started pouring rain. wa~ our spirits were really dampened. we've waited for so long for this and it had to rain. I WANTED TO THROW MY JOCKEY CAP! all of us were waiting at the parade square in between the cookhouses and most of us were like "rain rain go away~ rain rain go away~" wa, it really worked sia. half an hour before the parade should start, the rain miraculously just stopped. it wasn't like "poooouuurr~" den "drrrizzzleee~" den stop, but it was "pouuuuuuuurr!" den abruptly stop. weird right? haha. and so, we happily got our POP parade. it was darn fast and before i knew it, i was already on the fast-craft back to mainland singapore together with my parents, knowing i wouldn't be going back anymore as a recruit.
BMT. it's quite interesting now that i recall the moments. but i knew i didn't really like it, nor did i really enjoy it. the precious moments were because of my frens i made in there. frenships, until then, were still my most valuable asset.
Johnzzon
