Friday, August 29, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
got no time to blog this week ah...
...but got time to do PT ah!
The big acronym that kept me busy on Thursday: COS.
But before Iget got down to talking about "Corporal Or Sergeant", I am going to have had my weekend burnt for the other big acronym, AHM.
Will be back on Sunday afternoon. Came back on Sunday evening.
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COS means Company Orderly Sergeant. As the name implies, this job is actually done by a specialist. But in my unit where there is not enough specialists to go around, the men with the rank of Corporal have to do this too. Hence the running joke "Corporal Or Sergeant". The difference lies in that once we the men start doing COS duties we no longer have to do guard duties.
COS is the running equivalent of a general desk reception clerk in the corporate world. Basically I am the point of contact of all matters on that day, answering all the phones that ring in the office and disseminating information to concerned personnel, which means the contact list is my best friend for that day.
From being at the receiving end of saikang arrows I am now at the shooting end. During duty everytime someone asks for people to help him I need to provide him the manpower, but being the bad guy and calling up those who are free.
On that evening I pull the flag down, and the following morning the flag up, together with the other two COSes, and everyone knows that handling the flag is probably more important than handling your own life. The flag must not touch the ground, the flag must be hung the right side up ["Red is up or down?"], the flag must be folded nicely etc etc.
Keeping track of personnel movement in and out of camp is also my job. I need to know who is on MC, who is going for medical appointments, who is in camp, who is not.
COS duties aren't that easy to do as I have come to realised; my first duty wasn't that bad because most of the regulars were out of camp. Comparing guard duties with COS duties, both are hard work. Fortunately I don't have many months left [Choy!].
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This was the second time I was involved in the organising of Army Half Marathon, since my unit was the organiser for both last and this years. Like last year I was attached to the same senior specialist to help out at the command post, like setting up and tearing down the command post, laminating printouts, helping the commanders buy coffee, get them food etc, because you don't expect the commanders to do so.
Arrived on Friday afternoon to set up the command post, this time at Padang instead of the floating platform last year. Stayed back until nighttime to watch the Fireworks Festival before going home, reporting the next morning, all the way until Sunday afternoon where we tore down the command post and went back to camp to unload the stores.
It was a miracle that the run proceeded on as usual, because it was raining for most parts of Friday and Saturday. Even as we monitored the weather on Saturday night the forecast was still expecting thunderstorms the following morning. Luckily the skies cleared in time for the run, coming down again only after the race when we were halfway tearing down the command post.
The only complaint many had was the mud at the Padang field, no thanks to the rain from the previous two days and subsequently the 30,000+ participants' feet that helped turned the once green field into complete brown mud bath, with many cursing and swearing [I could hear them] as they walked through the field in their sports shoes.
I made possibly one of the best decisions in my life when I decided to turn up in my combat boots on Saturday. Haha.
Upcoming this week, yet another battalion full troop exercise, hopefully it will not be too xiong. Can I start smelling my ORD air?
The big acronym that kept me busy on Thursday: COS.
But before I
************
COS means Company Orderly Sergeant. As the name implies, this job is actually done by a specialist. But in my unit where there is not enough specialists to go around, the men with the rank of Corporal have to do this too. Hence the running joke "Corporal Or Sergeant". The difference lies in that once we the men start doing COS duties we no longer have to do guard duties.
COS is the running equivalent of a general desk reception clerk in the corporate world. Basically I am the point of contact of all matters on that day, answering all the phones that ring in the office and disseminating information to concerned personnel, which means the contact list is my best friend for that day.
From being at the receiving end of saikang arrows I am now at the shooting end. During duty everytime someone asks for people to help him I need to provide him the manpower, but being the bad guy and calling up those who are free.
On that evening I pull the flag down, and the following morning the flag up, together with the other two COSes, and everyone knows that handling the flag is probably more important than handling your own life. The flag must not touch the ground, the flag must be hung the right side up ["Red is up or down?"], the flag must be folded nicely etc etc.
Keeping track of personnel movement in and out of camp is also my job. I need to know who is on MC, who is going for medical appointments, who is in camp, who is not.
COS duties aren't that easy to do as I have come to realised; my first duty wasn't that bad because most of the regulars were out of camp. Comparing guard duties with COS duties, both are hard work. Fortunately I don't have many months left [Choy!].
***************
This was the second time I was involved in the organising of Army Half Marathon, since my unit was the organiser for both last and this years. Like last year I was attached to the same senior specialist to help out at the command post, like setting up and tearing down the command post, laminating printouts, helping the commanders buy coffee, get them food etc, because you don't expect the commanders to do so.
Arrived on Friday afternoon to set up the command post, this time at Padang instead of the floating platform last year. Stayed back until nighttime to watch the Fireworks Festival before going home, reporting the next morning, all the way until Sunday afternoon where we tore down the command post and went back to camp to unload the stores.
It was a miracle that the run proceeded on as usual, because it was raining for most parts of Friday and Saturday. Even as we monitored the weather on Saturday night the forecast was still expecting thunderstorms the following morning. Luckily the skies cleared in time for the run, coming down again only after the race when we were halfway tearing down the command post.
The only complaint many had was the mud at the Padang field, no thanks to the rain from the previous two days and subsequently the 30,000+ participants' feet that helped turned the once green field into complete brown mud bath, with many cursing and swearing [I could hear them] as they walked through the field in their sports shoes.
I made possibly one of the best decisions in my life when I decided to turn up in my combat boots on Saturday. Haha.
Upcoming this week, yet another battalion full troop exercise, hopefully it will not be too xiong. Can I start smelling my ORD air?
Sunday, August 17, 2008
"can clear off some other time?"
Congratulations to Michael Phelps for his eight-Olympics-gold-medal haul at age 23, Tao Li for her fifth place finish in the finals at age 18, Ai Fukuhara who is borned in the same year as me and is already playing table tennis for her country, and numerous other youths who have achieved different medals in different fields while still in their teenage years.
I have lived for twenty years; what have I achieved?
My hopes for a good week last week were all dashed when both my off days on Thursday and Friday had to be cancelled because of last minute useless things which either did not benefit me in any way or I had totally zero interest in getting.
Upcoming next week, all things else aside, there will be my first ever COS duty.
Hopefully I don't screw anything up.
I have lived for twenty years; what have I achieved?
My hopes for a good week last week were all dashed when both my off days on Thursday and Friday had to be cancelled because of last minute useless things which either did not benefit me in any way or I had totally zero interest in getting.
Upcoming next week, all things else aside, there will be my first ever COS duty.
Hopefully I don't screw anything up.
Friday, August 15, 2008
when do you stop asking
How many times the same answer "I'm not going" does one needs to get from a particular person before he decides that there is no longer the need to ask that particular person anymore whenever he organises a gathering?
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
six
[This is a scheduled post because, aiya you know why lah.]
*****
Tuesday:
While the whole world went slight ga-ga over 080808 I am here celebrating the big six!
6) Six more months to ORD loh!
6) This is my six hundredth post!
6) Its 6.06pm when this post was published! [Ok fine that was simply to add on the coincidence and has no significant meaning to it. Kind of 勉强 I know hahaha.]
Due to various circumstances I have not gotten down to the first step to handing the baton over to the new birds: teaching them. Hopefully this can be done soon, so that after the Army Half Marathon at the end of the month and an exercise in September I can start seeing the light at the end of this horrible tunnel.
The past hundred entries had been hard to come by, because access to computers has been limited to weekends, and where I am now there is really nothing much to say; either that or I don't really wish to recall whatever had happened. Its nowhere near the yesteryears of school life.
*****
Monday evening before I set off for camp [I had to save on entries or the above cannot happen. 601st post just doesn't sound right.]:
The cupboard beside my study table, while being easily accessible and all, has been left untouched for quite a long time, and now it has become some sort of a time capsule. While I was cleaning the study table I decided to clear out the cupboard as well, and out I digged some rather interesting things. If I should still be in the mood when I return home and I can get my hands on a camera I may put some photos up here. Otherwise, consider it never mentioned before.
Spent the weekend completing Frontlines: Fuel Of War. For most parts of the game I was a armoured infantry, driving tanks to provide armour for my comrades and taking out the major targets, then dismounting to clear the objectives. Mount, boom!, dismount, clear, mount, it goes on.
Alot of gadgets to play with, ala 3rd Generation army [It is.]. When running into heavily defended objectives I could remotely control mini robots or mini choppers in to clear them out. Fun! The game also decided to ignore logical reasoning when it came to its armoured car. When I mounted the vehicle I controlled both the vehicle and the machine gun, although the graphics clearly showed two persons in the vehicle, one driving, one shooting.
Loading times took a little too long, although it was my computer that was slow [Can I blame the game for over demanding specifications?]. The bots that fought alongside me were too dumb, almost at the same level as the bots in the Battlefield series of games. Couple of terrible bugs were present, like after I shot down an observation tower, the sniper standing at the top did not trumble down together with the tower, but continued shooting at me standing in the air.
Overall not a bad game; good graphics, good sounds, good animations, good storyline, good gameplay. Kept me entertained for a Saturday.
Finally they decided to build a fourth university, and on the eastern side of our beloved island at that. Unfortunately it was too late for me now; I will be spending my four years of tertiary studies travelling to and fro [almost] two ends of Singapore. I would have seriously considered this fourth university if it is going to offer decent courses at decent fees.
Naming the New University
Ahahahahaha given previous experiences in naming Marina Bay Marina Bay and naming the Budget Terminal, well, the Budget Terminal, I won't be surprised if they decided to call this new university, the New University, if the title of the above page is anything to go by.
Ok la they can't be that stupid. I'm betting on 'Changi University'.
The past two weeks had been peaceful; the green flashing man did not appear, my mobile phone did not ring. May our beloved island remain peaceful forever.
*****
Tuesday:
While the whole world went slight ga-ga over 080808 I am here celebrating the big six!
6) Six more months to ORD loh!
6) This is my six hundredth post!
6) Its 6.06pm when this post was published! [Ok fine that was simply to add on the coincidence and has no significant meaning to it. Kind of 勉强 I know hahaha.]
Due to various circumstances I have not gotten down to the first step to handing the baton over to the new birds: teaching them. Hopefully this can be done soon, so that after the Army Half Marathon at the end of the month and an exercise in September I can start seeing the light at the end of this horrible tunnel.
The past hundred entries had been hard to come by, because access to computers has been limited to weekends, and where I am now there is really nothing much to say; either that or I don't really wish to recall whatever had happened. Its nowhere near the yesteryears of school life.
*****
Monday evening before I set off for camp [I had to save on entries or the above cannot happen. 601st post just doesn't sound right.]:
The cupboard beside my study table, while being easily accessible and all, has been left untouched for quite a long time, and now it has become some sort of a time capsule. While I was cleaning the study table I decided to clear out the cupboard as well, and out I digged some rather interesting things. If I should still be in the mood when I return home and I can get my hands on a camera I may put some photos up here. Otherwise, consider it never mentioned before.
Spent the weekend completing Frontlines: Fuel Of War. For most parts of the game I was a armoured infantry, driving tanks to provide armour for my comrades and taking out the major targets, then dismounting to clear the objectives. Mount, boom!, dismount, clear, mount, it goes on.
Alot of gadgets to play with, ala 3rd Generation army [It is.]. When running into heavily defended objectives I could remotely control mini robots or mini choppers in to clear them out. Fun! The game also decided to ignore logical reasoning when it came to its armoured car. When I mounted the vehicle I controlled both the vehicle and the machine gun, although the graphics clearly showed two persons in the vehicle, one driving, one shooting.
Loading times took a little too long, although it was my computer that was slow [Can I blame the game for over demanding specifications?]. The bots that fought alongside me were too dumb, almost at the same level as the bots in the Battlefield series of games. Couple of terrible bugs were present, like after I shot down an observation tower, the sniper standing at the top did not trumble down together with the tower, but continued shooting at me standing in the air.
Overall not a bad game; good graphics, good sounds, good animations, good storyline, good gameplay. Kept me entertained for a Saturday.
Finally they decided to build a fourth university, and on the eastern side of our beloved island at that. Unfortunately it was too late for me now; I will be spending my four years of tertiary studies travelling to and fro [almost] two ends of Singapore. I would have seriously considered this fourth university if it is going to offer decent courses at decent fees.
Naming the New University
Ahahahahaha given previous experiences in naming Marina Bay Marina Bay and naming the Budget Terminal, well, the Budget Terminal, I won't be surprised if they decided to call this new university, the New University, if the title of the above page is anything to go by.
Ok la they can't be that stupid. I'm betting on 'Changi University'.
The past two weeks had been peaceful; the green flashing man did not appear, my mobile phone did not ring. May our beloved island remain peaceful forever.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
the last lecture
The book is yet another reminder that time that is gone can never come back again and we need to seize every single moment that we have now.
Very cliched saying, but somehow for me I never seem to pick that point up and I still waste all my time away.
Picked up this book because I am familiar with some of the terms that appeared. Computer science was the author's speciality, I know the university he taught at because the super smart geek studies there, and I came across the Entertainment Technology Centre he set up there when I looked through my university options in junior college. [The concurrent programme in Interactive Digital Media offered by NUS and endorsed by IDA includes a masters degree there in 1.5 years.]
'Really Achieving Your Childhood Dreams' was the title of the last lecture he gave, which was inspiring enough, but I take note that he was a middle class citizen to begin with; money was not really a issue for his family, so I think he did not have much problems achieving some of his dreams.
I still think the place you are born into plays quite an important role [I actually mean luck], but he had a point that 'we cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the hand'. I think besides time, I have also wasted many opportunities.
Through the years I have met many people around me who have taught me a great deal and inspired me alot, but sadly I myself had not passed anything good on to others.
Very cliched saying, but somehow for me I never seem to pick that point up and I still waste all my time away.
Picked up this book because I am familiar with some of the terms that appeared. Computer science was the author's speciality, I know the university he taught at because the super smart geek studies there, and I came across the Entertainment Technology Centre he set up there when I looked through my university options in junior college. [The concurrent programme in Interactive Digital Media offered by NUS and endorsed by IDA includes a masters degree there in 1.5 years.]
'Really Achieving Your Childhood Dreams' was the title of the last lecture he gave, which was inspiring enough, but I take note that he was a middle class citizen to begin with; money was not really a issue for his family, so I think he did not have much problems achieving some of his dreams.
I still think the place you are born into plays quite an important role [I actually mean luck], but he had a point that 'we cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the hand'. I think besides time, I have also wasted many opportunities.
Through the years I have met many people around me who have taught me a great deal and inspired me alot, but sadly I myself had not passed anything good on to others.
Saturday, August 09, 2008
brainwashed
Happy birthday to my beloved country!
I still remembered in the Harold and Kumar movie where 'George W. Bush' said to the two, "You don't have to believe in your government to be a good American. You just have to believe in your country."
Its not that I don't believe in my government; they have run the country pretty well [at least I don't need to fire live rounds except when I'm at range], but just like everyone else around the world its more convenient to point fingers [middle ones at that] at the government when the citizens are unhappy. Rising cost of living, influx of foreign talent that makes competition ever more bloody, getting stuck in a place doing everything except defend the country, gloomy future etc, I do wonder if something can be done to make life easier.
But the country is not just made of the government. The country is also made up of each and every single one of us, all our stories, our tears, our laughters, our friends, our languages, our cultures, our everything.
This is the place I kicked tennis balls with my friends at the basketball courts during recess, the place I walked down the slopes with my friends to the MRT station after school, the place I cheered the school on with everyone in soccer finals, the place I learnt about computers, the place I gave two years of my youth to in the name of peace, the place my mother caned me, the place my house is built on. Its all the memories and experiences that is collectively put together to form my unique 'Singapore' that is different from everyone else. Or simply put, there is the sense of belonging for the place I grew up in.
Most, if not all, people and places have changed forever. Most, if not all, of the things I did before will never be done again. [For instance the cane has not been used for many years.] But its all of the memories and experiences that stay with me forever that I call this place my home, and not anywhere else.
So just like the movie said, I believe in my country. Isn't National Day also about believing in your country? I celebrate her birthday because the country and I are still fighting fit after one year, and at the same time I renew all the hopes and faith I placed in her, and pray for the very best that everything will turn out well again, for her, for me, and for everyone around me.
Its a bumpy year ahead; I think everyone can see for themselves and no one needs the Prime Minister to tell us. Hopefully the country will survive through.
It should I guess, she has weathered worse storms before.
On a random note, apologies to borrow more than just your MSN nick:
'what is ironic is that in the army, all you get is a 15 mins observance parade.one that made us read the pledge and then go thru a BRIDGED version of national anthem which we are not suppose to sing along with.'
Haha didn't know the exact same things that happened to me happened to you too.
Happy birthday again!
I still remembered in the Harold and Kumar movie where 'George W. Bush' said to the two, "You don't have to believe in your government to be a good American. You just have to believe in your country."
Its not that I don't believe in my government; they have run the country pretty well [at least I don't need to fire live rounds except when I'm at range], but just like everyone else around the world its more convenient to point fingers [middle ones at that] at the government when the citizens are unhappy. Rising cost of living, influx of foreign talent that makes competition ever more bloody, getting stuck in a place doing everything except defend the country, gloomy future etc, I do wonder if something can be done to make life easier.
But the country is not just made of the government. The country is also made up of each and every single one of us, all our stories, our tears, our laughters, our friends, our languages, our cultures, our everything.
This is the place I kicked tennis balls with my friends at the basketball courts during recess, the place I walked down the slopes with my friends to the MRT station after school, the place I cheered the school on with everyone in soccer finals, the place I learnt about computers, the place I gave two years of my youth to in the name of peace, the place my mother caned me, the place my house is built on. Its all the memories and experiences that is collectively put together to form my unique 'Singapore' that is different from everyone else. Or simply put, there is the sense of belonging for the place I grew up in.
Most, if not all, people and places have changed forever. Most, if not all, of the things I did before will never be done again. [For instance the cane has not been used for many years.] But its all of the memories and experiences that stay with me forever that I call this place my home, and not anywhere else.
So just like the movie said, I believe in my country. Isn't National Day also about believing in your country? I celebrate her birthday because the country and I are still fighting fit after one year, and at the same time I renew all the hopes and faith I placed in her, and pray for the very best that everything will turn out well again, for her, for me, and for everyone around me.
Its a bumpy year ahead; I think everyone can see for themselves and no one needs the Prime Minister to tell us. Hopefully the country will survive through.
It should I guess, she has weathered worse storms before.
On a random note, apologies to borrow more than just your MSN nick:
'what is ironic is that in the army, all you get is a 15 mins observance parade.one that made us read the pledge and then go thru a BRIDGED version of national anthem which we are not suppose to sing along with.'
Haha didn't know the exact same things that happened to me happened to you too.
Happy birthday again!
Friday, August 08, 2008
等下一个天亮
I think I need to take back my words a little. It still holds true that anything beats staying in unit, but acting as enemy for battalion's full troop exercise seemed to erase a little good out of it. [Now that I think back, I was still under my unit when I went outfield!]
It all started when the other company sent most of their personnel to either a bike course or pack goodie bags for Army's Half Marathon, yet still agreed to be the enemy for the battalion, so they decided to send in the signallers and the HQ personnel, people who have not done fire and movement since after Basic Military Training.
Well maybe they did not have the option to say no to be the enemy, but like what my mother used to scold me and my brother, 没有这么大的屁股，就不要穿这么大条的裤子。
Many around me claimed being an enemy was slack, 'just sit there wait for them to find you'. But in last week's outfield perhaps I got one of the worse deals when I was assigned a machine gunner, so I had to walk around carrying [and firing] one. For all three days we woke up every morning between 0200 to 0400 to move out, in order to get ready before our 'enemy' came. And we definitely did not just sit there and wait for them to find us.
Worst of all was how they were out to take advantage of us. Like what my friends said, "makan until very full, dabao somemore".
The best comment I heard was at the end of the exercise, when the encik ordered:
"Signallers! Load up the signal sets on the tonner!"
Its like when you move house, and you call for a technician from the TV maker to help you put the TV up the truck.
Now that its over I'm actually half-glad I am not going to Taiwan, because those who are going will be taking orders from that same people from that same company.
Hurray for the coming week! Off on Monday because National Day fell on a Saturday, going out for road marshalling at Marina on Wednesday, and off on Thursday and Friday!
In one of the neatest of those e-mails I have received:
BRITISH NATIONAL LOTTERY
You won the sum of £1000,000.00 GBP in Our Anual Yearly Online Programm. For claims, contact: Mr. Chris Brown
Provide the Following Information
1:Full Name
2:Country
3:Home Address
4:Sex
5:Age
6ccupation
Regards
It all started when the other company sent most of their personnel to either a bike course or pack goodie bags for Army's Half Marathon, yet still agreed to be the enemy for the battalion, so they decided to send in the signallers and the HQ personnel, people who have not done fire and movement since after Basic Military Training.
Well maybe they did not have the option to say no to be the enemy, but like what my mother used to scold me and my brother, 没有这么大的屁股，就不要穿这么大条的裤子。
Many around me claimed being an enemy was slack, 'just sit there wait for them to find you'. But in last week's outfield perhaps I got one of the worse deals when I was assigned a machine gunner, so I had to walk around carrying [and firing] one. For all three days we woke up every morning between 0200 to 0400 to move out, in order to get ready before our 'enemy' came. And we definitely did not just sit there and wait for them to find us.
Worst of all was how they were out to take advantage of us. Like what my friends said, "makan until very full, dabao somemore".
The best comment I heard was at the end of the exercise, when the encik ordered:
"Signallers! Load up the signal sets on the tonner!"
Its like when you move house, and you call for a technician from the TV maker to help you put the TV up the truck.
Now that its over I'm actually half-glad I am not going to Taiwan, because those who are going will be taking orders from that same people from that same company.
Hurray for the coming week! Off on Monday because National Day fell on a Saturday, going out for road marshalling at Marina on Wednesday, and off on Thursday and Friday!
In one of the neatest of those e-mails I have received:
BRITISH NATIONAL LOTTERY
You won the sum of £1000,000.00 GBP in Our Anual Yearly Online Programm. For claims, contact: Mr. Chris Brown
Provide the Following Information
1:Full Name
2:Country
3:Home Address
4:Sex
5:Age
6ccupation
Regards
Saturday, August 02, 2008
'i used to have dinner with my wife every night'
Should I say that I used to have dinner with my family [ok fine, maybe not so much of 'family', but at least at home] every night, until I was enlisted?
Past week was spent under the ridiculously hot weather perfecting our drills for the one big wayang show; finally its all over. Amidst the baking sun and the constant berating from the not-so-pleased bosses I actually did not mind doing it, because I could ignore almost all requests for help in the name of preparing for the parade. Haha.
Then there was also the fieldpack inspection on Monday evening, conducted by the big bosses to make sure we were ready for the green flashing man.
Money Not Enough II isn't too bad a movie; I'm actually quite surprised they retained the filming style from the first movie; I can't put it in words, but they are similar.
I also find them to be rather bold enough to add quite a considerable amount of animated graphics in the movie. The abundance of CGs in Hollywood movies these days made Money Not Enough II's animated scenes look like suicide, but I do know the amount of time and effort needed to get even such effects out, given the relatively low budgets local movies get.
Saturday was dinner at Marina Square at yet-another-restaurant-which-I-probably-will-not-step-into-again-for-a-long-time-to-come to celebrate my upperstudy's birthday. Luck was on us when we were able to catch the fireworks from the nearby National Day Parade rehearsal. Beautiful!
Good news and bad news for me. Good news is that I will be acting as enemy for battalion's full troop exercise next week; bad news is that I am no longer going to Taiwan in October. The reason why they are good and bad respectively is the same: anything beats staying in unit.
Two hopes from me: One, hope that the green flashing man does not come on. Two, hope that I can be scheduled for marshalling at Marina after next week, because as mentioned, anything beats staying in unit.
Past week was spent under the ridiculously hot weather perfecting our drills for the one big wayang show; finally its all over. Amidst the baking sun and the constant berating from the not-so-pleased bosses I actually did not mind doing it, because I could ignore almost all requests for help in the name of preparing for the parade. Haha.
Then there was also the fieldpack inspection on Monday evening, conducted by the big bosses to make sure we were ready for the green flashing man.
Money Not Enough II isn't too bad a movie; I'm actually quite surprised they retained the filming style from the first movie; I can't put it in words, but they are similar.
I also find them to be rather bold enough to add quite a considerable amount of animated graphics in the movie. The abundance of CGs in Hollywood movies these days made Money Not Enough II's animated scenes look like suicide, but I do know the amount of time and effort needed to get even such effects out, given the relatively low budgets local movies get.
Saturday was dinner at Marina Square at yet-another-restaurant-which-I-probably-will-not-step-into-again-for-a-long-time-to-come to celebrate my upperstudy's birthday. Luck was on us when we were able to catch the fireworks from the nearby National Day Parade rehearsal. Beautiful!
Good news and bad news for me. Good news is that I will be acting as enemy for battalion's full troop exercise next week; bad news is that I am no longer going to Taiwan in October. The reason why they are good and bad respectively is the same: anything beats staying in unit.
Two hopes from me: One, hope that the green flashing man does not come on. Two, hope that I can be scheduled for marshalling at Marina after next week, because as mentioned, anything beats staying in unit.
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