hand grenade was a complete waste of time. sit around for half a day to wait for your 5 minutes plus in the bay. and you cant really do anything because the whole damned place is sandy, if you strip your rifle you probably are going to dirty rather than clean it. and then its so squeezy you might lose the smaller stuffs. which is some f.
life in camp is getting to be quite a bore. im getting quite sick of waiting to rush and then rushing to wait. but fun stuff that happened included watching the dudes fastmarch to get charged. haha. the cheebyechinaman. hahas. noobshit.
sittest next week. hope i dont fk up. tonight i goes swimming and playye mahjong. hope it is good. aha. hahah. lala la.
i wanna pass ippt and soc. pray i pass. haha. esp low wall. but my knees are bruised weak and powerless like pussies. twinkler twinkler littler starrers. how i wonderer wahtt u are. ahs.
back to camp monday. psYcHO interviewe.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
H for Home
Mr Zhang has been busy these few days. Life without Internet is kind of cool. no talking to the orange blinking window on MSN, no poking and superpoking on facebook, no new year wishes and voting invitations on xiaonei, no posting on yellowsox. everything is back to the simplest form of life. i think my fingers have become numb from not typing for so long. haha.
anyway, my first chinese new year with my family in 5 years. i thought that a "no-longer-teenager" like me will not receive any ang bao any more and was also sort of regret for not flying back every year to collect all the "ya sui qian". BUT seems god still left me some mercy and my family and friends still think that i am young, haha! got enough money to buy my own camera and to start my own saving scheme for my wedding, car and house. a long journey, hopefully can get married by 30. heehee
anyway, harbin is not as cold as i thought. seems that all the firecrakers and fireworks have indeed raise the temperature. the night of chu xi (cny eve), the sound of firecrackers did not stop at all that my family hardly sleep. its kinda noise that u cannot even watch TV because your max volume seems mute at that moment. my father is always a fan of the crackers, he believes deeply in all the chasing away evil spirits and lead to a bright prosperous new year. so, he got a 100,000-crackers pack and brought to my grandparents' house. 2330 the eve of new year, i stood in -25 and lit the crackers. it last almost 15 minutes. i could imagine what don and the army boys were feeling during shooting or combat. i almost lost my hearing ability.
then we lit two giant fireworks. talking abt it, my mother always say "stupid people will buy and lit fireworks, only the smart ones will stay at home and watch." true huh? it was cold outside, it cost money to buy fireworks, but when u use it, everyone in the neighbourhood or even blocks away can enjoy it. "public good"?? haha! maybe it can be a better example than street lights.
actually i still got some more emo stuff to post about my outing back in singapore and the reunion dinner at home. but gotta go now, visiting starts soon.
万事如意
平 和
安 谐
接 迎
来 进
全 满
家 门
福 财
use the "chun lian" outside my house as the end of this post. wish everyone a happy new year.
anyway, my first chinese new year with my family in 5 years. i thought that a "no-longer-teenager" like me will not receive any ang bao any more and was also sort of regret for not flying back every year to collect all the "ya sui qian". BUT seems god still left me some mercy and my family and friends still think that i am young, haha! got enough money to buy my own camera and to start my own saving scheme for my wedding, car and house. a long journey, hopefully can get married by 30. heehee
anyway, harbin is not as cold as i thought. seems that all the firecrakers and fireworks have indeed raise the temperature. the night of chu xi (cny eve), the sound of firecrackers did not stop at all that my family hardly sleep. its kinda noise that u cannot even watch TV because your max volume seems mute at that moment. my father is always a fan of the crackers, he believes deeply in all the chasing away evil spirits and lead to a bright prosperous new year. so, he got a 100,000-crackers pack and brought to my grandparents' house. 2330 the eve of new year, i stood in -25 and lit the crackers. it last almost 15 minutes. i could imagine what don and the army boys were feeling during shooting or combat. i almost lost my hearing ability.
then we lit two giant fireworks. talking abt it, my mother always say "stupid people will buy and lit fireworks, only the smart ones will stay at home and watch." true huh? it was cold outside, it cost money to buy fireworks, but when u use it, everyone in the neighbourhood or even blocks away can enjoy it. "public good"?? haha! maybe it can be a better example than street lights.
actually i still got some more emo stuff to post about my outing back in singapore and the reunion dinner at home. but gotta go now, visiting starts soon.
万事如意
平 和
安 谐
接 迎
来 进
全 满
家 门
福 财
use the "chun lian" outside my house as the end of this post. wish everyone a happy new year.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
memories of everything come through
outing yesterday was Outstanding!
haha.
met up with stho n zhenan at city hall, and then went to sit around and eat and talk cock. while i was away in the middle of a palm plantation digging a shellscrape/selfscrape, storming Evernew Bookshop, shouting "Incoming! Incoming! Incoming!" and then "Arty! Arty! Arty!" ad nausea zhegay was having a happy life at vs teaching the kids. how smart can they be, vs boys. should be quite easy to teach la. stho was on his quest to become dr. tho going from clinic to clinic for attachment. nais. pes c really damn goodlife so far. will continue having goodlife anyways. ate dimsum, went to xinwang for yingyong, but mostly caught up wif each other we havent seen for more than 6 weeks. im a 6 week soldier, yeah.
rj and aaron came as well. yankee and zulu. haha. their bmt sounds good too, but mine sounds slacker. i really have lots of admin time especially since i dont have to take tonner everywhere, the soc ground is just across the hardcourt, medical center is within walking distance and all. i think rhc is really a joke.
dinner with lenny, yuanwei, aaron, zhenan, clara, wanqin, xinjin at east coast park. felt quite bad that lenny and i and sometimes aaron kept making references to our ns life, but hey, thats all that has been happening to us for at least 2 weeks. i did not get to watch the inauguration, i still do not know the details of the budget and i just found out that 2 ri guys died in a short span of 2 weeks. in this time, aaron was wanking around rocky hill, taking the 5tonner over to do kit exchange when the store was closed while lenny was down with The Cough and i was high kneeling and unbathed, camo-on for 6 days.
after dinner, zhenan had to go back to china. hehe. happy chinese new year in harbin. we were at the beach talking cock, but xinjin already left. we just sat on the beach and talked cock until almost 2300. actually i dont even know what the fuck we were talking about, but just sitting in the soft sand looking out at the berthed boats in the darkness of the night, their lights emanating a soft and calming glow, talking about life in camp, listening to other peoples lives in camp, about relief teaching and about university plans was just comforting. once in my life, 2 years of my time, but life goes on. everyone seems to be leading Outstanding lives. which is good. i felt happy. the feeling hasnt left me.
cabbed home wif lenny.
i treasure rjc. not for the rubbish F.I.R.E. or the hodge lodge or LT1 or A48, but for the people i have come to know.
it is a chapter hard to close.
haha.
met up with stho n zhenan at city hall, and then went to sit around and eat and talk cock. while i was away in the middle of a palm plantation digging a shellscrape/selfscrape, storming Evernew Bookshop, shouting "Incoming! Incoming! Incoming!" and then "Arty! Arty! Arty!" ad nausea zhegay was having a happy life at vs teaching the kids. how smart can they be, vs boys. should be quite easy to teach la. stho was on his quest to become dr. tho going from clinic to clinic for attachment. nais. pes c really damn goodlife so far. will continue having goodlife anyways. ate dimsum, went to xinwang for yingyong, but mostly caught up wif each other we havent seen for more than 6 weeks. im a 6 week soldier, yeah.
rj and aaron came as well. yankee and zulu. haha. their bmt sounds good too, but mine sounds slacker. i really have lots of admin time especially since i dont have to take tonner everywhere, the soc ground is just across the hardcourt, medical center is within walking distance and all. i think rhc is really a joke.
dinner with lenny, yuanwei, aaron, zhenan, clara, wanqin, xinjin at east coast park. felt quite bad that lenny and i and sometimes aaron kept making references to our ns life, but hey, thats all that has been happening to us for at least 2 weeks. i did not get to watch the inauguration, i still do not know the details of the budget and i just found out that 2 ri guys died in a short span of 2 weeks. in this time, aaron was wanking around rocky hill, taking the 5tonner over to do kit exchange when the store was closed while lenny was down with The Cough and i was high kneeling and unbathed, camo-on for 6 days.
after dinner, zhenan had to go back to china. hehe. happy chinese new year in harbin. we were at the beach talking cock, but xinjin already left. we just sat on the beach and talked cock until almost 2300. actually i dont even know what the fuck we were talking about, but just sitting in the soft sand looking out at the berthed boats in the darkness of the night, their lights emanating a soft and calming glow, talking about life in camp, listening to other peoples lives in camp, about relief teaching and about university plans was just comforting. once in my life, 2 years of my time, but life goes on. everyone seems to be leading Outstanding lives. which is good. i felt happy. the feeling hasnt left me.
cabbed home wif lenny.
i treasure rjc. not for the rubbish F.I.R.E. or the hodge lodge or LT1 or A48, but for the people i have come to know.
it is a chapter hard to close.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
well, i am bored
as bored as i am, i asked my student where he did the personality test on his blog.. so i did it and find out that i am pikachu! haha
The field camp
Don has juz went for his field camp this morning. hope he will survive and do well in it.
all the best, bud.
Monday, January 12, 2009
oh well
today is the release of olevel results.. i was sitting at the back of the hall, thinking of the day 2 years ago i was juz like those boys sitting on the floor, waiting impatiently for that piece of paper which would determine my future 2 years. but now, i am not wearing the all-white uniform with the red-and-yellow crest which says "nil sine labore", im now in long-sleeve shirt, pants and leather shoes. i don't need to sit on the floor, but offered a chair. i actually knew the results before these boys. 2 years has changed a lot. the people who i used to greet now say hi to me. the teacher who i used to ask questions now come and ask me. but when the hall was once again filled with "Victorians unite, we show our mind" and "Victoria is something more", i realised that it was not only that time and people around me has changed, i am as well. the moment the old boys crowded around the flag to cheer, i did not feel the excitement that i used to feel, but was thinking Singapore schools really need some new cheers, why is VS copying the Raffles' cheers?
but still, i am not that different from these guys. 2 months from now, i will be the one sitting on the floor in RI(JC) MPH, waiting for my judgement. it has always been a pity to me that i cannot collect results from the school that i actually went to in the past 2 years. my dream as a boy 4 years ago, since i decided to come to singapore, has always been to study in RJC, the one that is established in 1982, not the one that is going to celebrate its 181 birthday this year. the two years in RJ was my greatest experience and will be my most treasured memory in life. it is not the school per se, but the people that i spent 2 years with.
i am going to RJC open house this wednesday to see the campus again and collect some memories left behind. every place on campus is associated with a story or a friend.
the ri raja block records the days don, aaron and i spent studying (mainly talking) until 8-830 pm when don's father arrived.
the windy benches is the place where i usually meet ian ng and other art ppl and answer all their questions about lc and me.
the amphi represents that special day when my classmates finally decide to play captain's ball after pe. probably that was the only time my class is actually on about playing as a class.
the council canteen takes the morning meetings with david lu, yanneng and weejin...
if you walk further down, the student's affair centre was where i visited the most at the end of J2, certifying all my certs that i photocopied at the photocopy room nearby. the 2 ladies inside the photocopy room can get really irritating sometimes, but i still kept a photocopy card in my wallet.
well, the canteen is where i dropped by from time to time at the exclusive GEPPER's table and chat with stho, shida.. it is also a good place to get the best gossips, like when u see shuting and her boy friend feeding each other food.
the best place in rj is probably the library! i think i spent more time there with don and other guys than the time i spent in hostel. now, i wonder whether a library is still a library if it is not circular. it is ok if i cannot find a table esp during prelims or promos, walk in the lib for one round, i always see don's water bottle or lenny's pencil case on an empty table. that is the sign "sit here, it is reserved for us and not the losers!"
walking towards the track, memories of the monday nights flash back! don cannot pass 2.4, aaron wants to chase some runner, so we meet every monday nights and train. guess now, two of them are having their days inside camp, running happily..
of course, there are lt1 for math and chem, lt2 for physics, lt5 for econs and A48 for 08S06T. places where we talk, learn and have fun. guess yiheng's contact lens case is still somewhere around in A48. throwing it around the classroom as basball has become a new tradition for 6T in j2.
but all of these are gone. or are they?
its monday today, time for a run..
Sunday, January 11, 2009
lucy in the sky with diamonds
to the old days in RJC.
to the year of 2007 and 2008
to the wednesdays with yellow socks
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Masturbation is a Chargeable Offence
once in your life, 2 years of your time
have you ever wondered, why do you serve?
inasmuch as theres not much of a good reason to conscript, since singapore is as big as peesai and no one in the right frame of mind would want to attack singapore if singapore had any less of a deterrent than more than 300 000 nsmen, and anyone power that happened to so be irrational would easily overrun the country and annihilate it since singapore is really too small, i still have to serve out two years to my country.
i dont know whether i really love my land, but anyone invading singapore for socioeconomic gain cannot possibly kill all the people anyway, since people are the only resource, and without them singapore would be reduced to a useless rock in the archipelago. and if they are ready to do that then they are too hardened for a conscript army with low morale to actually do anything about it. what singapore needs is a mercenary army of gurkhas to supplement the cranks who actually want to serve in the army. i dont see why every ablebodied male should serve, but what i see does not even matter.
anyhows, the enhanced dudes have moved in, and in my quadrangles got gryphon, kestrel and jaguar, and among them i see dom, huching, jorddy, shayi. aaron yigay and daojie at rocky hill, the pussiest place on the island. damn freaky, rundown, old. just terrible. life with the enhanced people in sucks, have to wait long long to eat little little of soso food in the cookhouse. imagine 10 platoons waiting to eat lunch. with some servers that are less than conscientious whomillaround little faster than handicapped snails. they hold up the whole line. food quality is acceptable, the waiting time isnt.
brain has turned to mush. everyday just do shit. maybe its the helmet. the weight and constriction squeezed out whatever little still left behind after the a level exams. today i tried to read sowdens mails to the s paper egroup and it took me 15 min to get the hang of spending and saving on the economy in this New model for the New world. maybe its the sun. fried my brain out. everyday, doing pt. now im senile.
cant really be bothered to apply for scholarships. maybe i wont even get decent grades for my a levels. maybe nusfass isnt total fuck after all. haha.
field camp, so i confined next week. 14 days in camp, lacking proper rest, proper nourishment, proper mental stimulation. i think i will rott. reading is tough when ur always exhausted. and then in the field, maybe i will get a whole series of problems from not bathing for 6 days, having to dig shitholes to shit, and then using the same entrenchment tool to dig my shell scrape and lie in it. and then wearing the goddamned helmet and then painting my face with paint that cracks at night.
army life is not 100% fuck or nice. a bit of both. more nice than fuck. i hope.
have you ever wondered, why do you serve?
inasmuch as theres not much of a good reason to conscript, since singapore is as big as peesai and no one in the right frame of mind would want to attack singapore if singapore had any less of a deterrent than more than 300 000 nsmen, and anyone power that happened to so be irrational would easily overrun the country and annihilate it since singapore is really too small, i still have to serve out two years to my country.
i dont know whether i really love my land, but anyone invading singapore for socioeconomic gain cannot possibly kill all the people anyway, since people are the only resource, and without them singapore would be reduced to a useless rock in the archipelago. and if they are ready to do that then they are too hardened for a conscript army with low morale to actually do anything about it. what singapore needs is a mercenary army of gurkhas to supplement the cranks who actually want to serve in the army. i dont see why every ablebodied male should serve, but what i see does not even matter.
anyhows, the enhanced dudes have moved in, and in my quadrangles got gryphon, kestrel and jaguar, and among them i see dom, huching, jorddy, shayi. aaron yigay and daojie at rocky hill, the pussiest place on the island. damn freaky, rundown, old. just terrible. life with the enhanced people in sucks, have to wait long long to eat little little of soso food in the cookhouse. imagine 10 platoons waiting to eat lunch. with some servers that are less than conscientious whomillaround little faster than handicapped snails. they hold up the whole line. food quality is acceptable, the waiting time isnt.
brain has turned to mush. everyday just do shit. maybe its the helmet. the weight and constriction squeezed out whatever little still left behind after the a level exams. today i tried to read sowdens mails to the s paper egroup and it took me 15 min to get the hang of spending and saving on the economy in this New model for the New world. maybe its the sun. fried my brain out. everyday, doing pt. now im senile.
cant really be bothered to apply for scholarships. maybe i wont even get decent grades for my a levels. maybe nusfass isnt total fuck after all. haha.
field camp, so i confined next week. 14 days in camp, lacking proper rest, proper nourishment, proper mental stimulation. i think i will rott. reading is tough when ur always exhausted. and then in the field, maybe i will get a whole series of problems from not bathing for 6 days, having to dig shitholes to shit, and then using the same entrenchment tool to dig my shell scrape and lie in it. and then wearing the goddamned helmet and then painting my face with paint that cracks at night.
army life is not 100% fuck or nice. a bit of both. more nice than fuck. i hope.
how to do it?
want to make this blog as what it was.. so tried to upload "lucy in the sky and diamond".. but how?
how to upload song as the background music here?
thanks...
Thursday, January 8, 2009
call me Mr. Zhang
since don is enjoying his life in camp, and aaron and rj are going in soon, its time for me, a china boy who is super damn bored to post sth.. im currently sitting at my table in VS staff room.. and posting a blogpost. see? this is my job, a 65-dollar a day job. to sit there and stone. i hav been learning abt stocks, think gonna try my luck and my pathetic salary soon in the stock market. its not bad to be a teacher, i realized. maybe its because im not a full time yet. but i can leave anytime in the day i want and i can torture my sec1 and sec2 boys! they are so damn cute! and some of them are incredibly smart. i was teaching the sec1 boys how to do measurements and introduced the definition of one meter. (one of the student said we should always stick to the spelling of "metre" since VS is british school.) anyway, i was saying that one meter is defined as 1/299,xxx,xxxth of the speed of light in vacuum. then one boy stood up and asked why it should be in vacuum and the other answered that because the speed of light is slower in air as the air molecules will affect the transmission of light to a small extent. i was a bit impressed. maybe you think what s the big deal? it is the third boy's answer that shocked me! he questioned, "sir (i felt weird when ppl address me like that.), isn't light travels in form of photons? if so, why will it still be affected by air molecules?"
Dear GOD! a sec1 boy, who juz finished his psle, asked me a quantum question that i only learnt in JC! think Singapore will some other guy after YLQ alr. but im surprised to find one in a school with 247 cut-off.
ok, i got a class soon.. light and reflection. got to prepare some slides and videos.. enjoying my days, hope yours are nice as well..
P.S. the first thing i realised when someone called me Mr. Zhang is that it is the time for me to find Mrs. Zhang! haha, all the best!:)
Friday, January 2, 2009
what the fuck
i heard that army language was screwed up.. i did not expect it to be so bad. what the fuck is the problem of the singapore army? trying to show aggression? what can they do after all? i want see one day when the soldiers from singapore are sent to war.. see whether this vulgarities can help them to win the fight, or they will be tougher than they actually were after trained by these "f" words and cannot be killed by bullets..
good luck boys.
good luck boys.
H for Hotel
overtrained infantry, half-fuck commando
i don't care which school you are from or which gang you belong to, in tekong, you are a recruit, not some big fuck you were outside. recruits are the lowest lifeform here.
you give me fucked up standard, i give you fucked up attitude. you fuck up, i fuck you.
your standard, is fucked up! fucked up! fucked up! fuck you understand!
what the fuck is the fucking time now? what the fuck was the time we told you guys to fall in? fuck you!
(at first post) why you still chewing, fuck you, fucking chaocheebye!
there are so many water filling points, why all of you clusterfucking the water cooler?
where are all those chinafucks?
hurry up get it done and we can all fuck off from this fucked up island.
i give you guys 20 counts to fuck off from here.
this is the fucking army, not nanyang girls school.
all of you smell worse than in***n pussies.
i don't care which school you are from or which gang you belong to, in tekong, you are a recruit, not some big fuck you were outside. recruits are the lowest lifeform here.
you give me fucked up standard, i give you fucked up attitude. you fuck up, i fuck you.
your standard, is fucked up! fucked up! fucked up! fuck you understand!
what the fuck is the fucking time now? what the fuck was the time we told you guys to fall in? fuck you!
(at first post) why you still chewing, fuck you, fucking chaocheebye!
there are so many water filling points, why all of you clusterfucking the water cooler?
where are all those chinafucks?
hurry up get it done and we can all fuck off from this fucked up island.
i give you guys 20 counts to fuck off from here.
this is the fucking army, not nanyang girls school.
all of you smell worse than in***n pussies.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
someday you'd be all alone
it was nice wearing the rj pe shirt today. it was a nice outing. of a few people, but twas nice. thanks jorddy, lenny, rj and aaron. i really thoroughly enjoyed myself even though we just ate and played ping pong. there really were fun people nice to be around with in 08s06t, even though they were faggots to balance the niceness out. i never regretted my chusing ri so many years ago, and what has come of it. i liked 1i2j, i liked 3p4p. i also liked 08s06t. those were happy times of my life. jc life was fucked up in some ways, but i think i experienced highs and heady pleasures like never before. i remember my og was nice too.
anyway, life in camp has been much better than i have expected. reveille is pronounced Re-VEr-Lee, and its always at the unearthly 0530. even then, vous ne vous reveillez pas a 0530. you will be fucking late. you actually wake up at 0500. or even earlier, especially if there are clowns who wake up at 0430 to bathe. or try to wake up at 0430, but snooze all the way to 0500.
everyday you take temperature and you water parade and all. water parade is a very major part of life, and even the way you hold your bottle is standardized. you drink 500ml everytime. area cleaning is nonsense until you get a standby area/bed. if not you just spend the time shitting or getting more rest.
my sectionmates are nice people, all quite on and very cooperative people who will do their part and wont just anyhow fuck your life up. 3 from overseas schools, 1 from hwach 2 from jj, 1 from aj, 1 from cj, 1 from acsi. my platoon also generally ok, other than 2 prcs who just dont understand english at all and some pinoys who dont know how to stop adjusting in file. 1 blur cock and 1 cheebye, thats about all.
sergeants all quite nice la. use lots of vulgarities and do knock us down from time to time, but compared with F, is already a lot better. compared to other platoons also much lesser. i think they are fair people, just doing their jobs. unlike sarimbun, if one person fks up they just fk the one person, so as long as you dont keep repeating the same mistakes you can scoot through most of the time unscathed. being nice and positive helps.
food is fantastic and theres nothing much to complain about the lodging. other than you have to do your own cleaning. toilets are decent and serviceable, and its good as long as ur not assigned the toilet. i do corridors, which involves little more than hosing all the dustbunnies into the gulleys.and then choking the gulleys, but thats for the next batch to handle. i estimate that it would clog in like 4 months, by which time i will be out of bmt, so heck.
people get sick very easily. i got the tekong cough very soon after entering. think its the water. the water tastes funny. and i think the pipes to the water coolers not very clean. anyway the sick man line is usually longer than the platoon itself. all sorts of funny cases la, like rash from wearing socks, ankle pain, headache. but dont malinger. attend b is just saigang warrior. collect ice, do area cleaning, do shit. and the wait at the medical center can kill. they see cases by urgency, so you can take the whole morning, and even then you wonder whether the mo actually really knows whats wrong.
accept vulgarities, follow instructions, and take everything good as a bonus, and life in bmt will be alright.
anyway, life in camp has been much better than i have expected. reveille is pronounced Re-VEr-Lee, and its always at the unearthly 0530. even then, vous ne vous reveillez pas a 0530. you will be fucking late. you actually wake up at 0500. or even earlier, especially if there are clowns who wake up at 0430 to bathe. or try to wake up at 0430, but snooze all the way to 0500.
everyday you take temperature and you water parade and all. water parade is a very major part of life, and even the way you hold your bottle is standardized. you drink 500ml everytime. area cleaning is nonsense until you get a standby area/bed. if not you just spend the time shitting or getting more rest.
my sectionmates are nice people, all quite on and very cooperative people who will do their part and wont just anyhow fuck your life up. 3 from overseas schools, 1 from hwach 2 from jj, 1 from aj, 1 from cj, 1 from acsi. my platoon also generally ok, other than 2 prcs who just dont understand english at all and some pinoys who dont know how to stop adjusting in file. 1 blur cock and 1 cheebye, thats about all.
sergeants all quite nice la. use lots of vulgarities and do knock us down from time to time, but compared with F, is already a lot better. compared to other platoons also much lesser. i think they are fair people, just doing their jobs. unlike sarimbun, if one person fks up they just fk the one person, so as long as you dont keep repeating the same mistakes you can scoot through most of the time unscathed. being nice and positive helps.
food is fantastic and theres nothing much to complain about the lodging. other than you have to do your own cleaning. toilets are decent and serviceable, and its good as long as ur not assigned the toilet. i do corridors, which involves little more than hosing all the dustbunnies into the gulleys.and then choking the gulleys, but thats for the next batch to handle. i estimate that it would clog in like 4 months, by which time i will be out of bmt, so heck.
people get sick very easily. i got the tekong cough very soon after entering. think its the water. the water tastes funny. and i think the pipes to the water coolers not very clean. anyway the sick man line is usually longer than the platoon itself. all sorts of funny cases la, like rash from wearing socks, ankle pain, headache. but dont malinger. attend b is just saigang warrior. collect ice, do area cleaning, do shit. and the wait at the medical center can kill. they see cases by urgency, so you can take the whole morning, and even then you wonder whether the mo actually really knows whats wrong.
accept vulgarities, follow instructions, and take everything good as a bonus, and life in bmt will be alright.
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