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Monday, June 14, 2010
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Hi peeps,
This week marks the end of my SCS foundation term. Which really flew by pretty fast. Except our 28k graduation march, which was a total bitch. The first few legs were still pretty ok, except my OC was walking us at relativistic speeds, which would explain why the distance seemed much longer than described (Spacetime dilation by Lorentz transformations, I'm guessing. My physics ain't that great with like 20kgs of load on me)
At the 12k mark, my back was still pretty polite in asking me for a break. By 16k it was practically screaming its lungs out at me. When we hit 24k the vuvuzelas were out in full force, which isnt a really nice feeling.
Anyway, i've been posted to Armor vocations. Dun really know what they're gonna do to me there. My guess is making me wear some armor and letting me loose at the enemy. And maybe a couple bazookas just for the effect. So it'll probably look something like this:
Muahahaha. Fear me. Mooooooooooo
And yea, the world cup is in full swing now. Was watching it over at ruiyang's house on sat, which is when i saw poor rob green's blooper. Its quite sad actually. Keepers are expected to never make a msitake in their careers, which is really unfair. I mean strikers are not villified for missing golden opportunities are they? Do we see headlines of keepers making one of those physics-defying saves the way we do for strikers who scrappily bundle the ball home from six yards with their head? The latter would get headlines for lethal finishing; the former? lucky enough to get a line in the article saying "did well to keep out the effort". No wonder England has a dearth of good keepers, if thats the appreciation they're given.
Not trying to defend dear Green of course, though. If he's paid like 10000000x more than a poor SCT (Spec Cadet Trainee) like me, he deserves all that whack. I'd gladly take it for his pay :D
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Saturday, June 5, 2010
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Hi peeps,
Its been a rough week for a poor buffalo. I seem to have roughed up some god up there, ostensibly because I didnt blog last week. So i'm sorry, i'll start blogging again -please stop punishing me T(..)T.
Well some might be wondering what happened to make me so distraught. Well lets just start with Tuesday. I was due for an X-ray at CMPB; nothing much, just the result of a overly-excitable MO. Not that i was gonna complain -here was a chance to book out from camp. Anyways, when coming back through the gate, the guard asked for my phone , which is when i realised i lost my phone. Hence, am currently stuck with an LG phone ( LG seems to stand for lugi best, which is a apt description)
Plus my 2ic made me shove a rock up my arse. I'm guessing he was trying to teach me some life lessons, but what it was exactly eludes me ( its kinda hard to ponder philosophy with a rock in your ass). Heres what happened, the fates arranged for me to sit beside him alone in the dark for like a few hours. Naturally, he started trying to talk to me, asking pretty normal questions like ermm, where do you see yourself in three months time and the like. Plus he was trying to size me up. I get the idea he thought of me as a well-protected, bookwormish nerd who preferred sitting in the ivory towers of academia than getting down and dirty. Amongst other things. Not exactly how i would describe a buffalo, but i ain't butting back someone who can monkey me around.
Anyway, his questions got weirder and weirder, till he was asking me, if you have shit at the tip of your arsehole, what would you do? I couldn't give hima satisfactory answer (its kinda tough when you're banned from going into the forest to shit, shitting in your pants, controlling your shit and pretty much every other plausible course of action coz he has like 101 reasons why you can't do them). So apparently dissatisfied, he decided to make me simulate the scenario!!!!! Which is where the rock in the ass came in. In front of 2 other newly arrived cadets, he asked me to put it in. Rightly I was stunned, which is kinda like normal i guess. But he insisted to me "Are you embarassed? Then you're not ready to be a leader," and I was like yeah, how about you shove it up your arse and I'll see how ready you are to be a leader.
Oh yea and i'm now a healthy 66 kilos. Thanks to a combination of a) weeks of self starvation b) delicous combat rations. Yum. Grass never tasted so good. c) Tough outfield exercises. Especially those with rocks in my ass d) Sheer buffalo willpower. Strangely though, I've only increased my pull up count by one, which makes me worry if i've lost muscle instead of fat.
Today my bro was telling me about the new Adizero boots? He was like, have you seen it? Esp the purple and lime green one. Chocolate (My sisters soft toy dog, but its effectively ours since we steal him like every week and she never notices till a month later) would approve. Wuff. And i'm like yea, he probably would, since he's color blind. Ok ay he didnt really saya ll that, but you get the idea. I'm not really into weird colours. But whatever, everyone hasd his own taste.
And sony erricsson's Vivaz looks damn COOL. Its liek the sleekest, meanest pho ne i've seen in decades (well, actually decade). Pity i can't have it, or i'd be shooting pasir laba camp in High Definition; not exactly conducive to national security. But just an idea for people who're considering getting me a bday gift ;P
So concludes my first post in two weeks. Hopefully good enough to ward off bad luck for another week.
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