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Sunday, June 04, 2006

Reservist

reservist was much better than i thought it would be. seriously. but meeting old friends was good. talking to my men was even better, the line that seperated us during our active days has long passed, replacing it with a odd sense of comaradarie.

talking to the old men of my company provides to much fun. when i 1st entered my unit we used to wonder who painted those pictures on the walls. the stupid slogans sprawled all over the corridors and the motto, " the only easy day was yesterday" how apt that was during my BRC days. as well as acroynms such as BRC - brigade rubbish collectors, brigade regular clowns. and finally meeting the men who did those things just placed things into perspective. men who knew exactly what i had been through and more, as they had been through worst things before the army started turning more relaxed.

i just i was pretty lucky to have these old men in the company. if they weren't inside, i would probably be in for worst things. as it is, the only bad thing so far is the fact that i have to book in 2 hrs earlier as they decided that the warning order was to be at 9 pm and all team commanders had to be there.. fuck. but then again, it would not be too fair to get the whole damn team down when only the team commanders have to be present for the warning order.

had my 1st navigation exercise on a saturday of all days. and of course everyone wanted to complete it as soon as possible since we'll all be booking out after the exercise. i must say i've exceeded my expectations by being the 1st team to return. it wasnt because i was fitter than the rest, or walked faster, or had easier checkpoints. i was just luckier.

and better.

but it was satisfying to shut my men's trap shut after days of friendly bantering about how he didnt want to get lost out field and how he had dimishing faith in my navigational abilities and how much weight i had gained.

i failed my ippt test. cause i could do enough pull ups. i said it was because i strained my shoulders while doing gym. they said i was too heavy. i refused to talk to them afterwards.

my officer seems like a nice guy. he worked at aa then to ey and apparently he knew my sister. talk about coincidence. he was nicer to me after that. talking to them older guys opened my eyes and it was pretty cool. i can imagine myself in their shoes 6 years from now. cool.

it's funny how they always say no nsmen has ever failed anything that they conduct in-camp. i think it's because they pass us no matter what. if fall in timing is at 7 am. someone will start shouting fall in at 715. and everyone will be there at 745.

standard.

i get to stay out every night but it's just too damn far and too damn heavy on my petrol tank.

i bought a zen video m. i believe m stands for mobile. but i dunno. and i dun care. i bought it more on impulse but then again, i was going to buy either a ipod or zen. it was just a matter of time. by just dragged me to a comp fair where apple just didnt show up. i think they believed themselves above fairs, by thought that they didnt need fairs. i think we meant the same thing but from different point of views.

one of the reason i bought a zen was that when i blogged about it, it would be faster as i would go a zen video not an ipod. see. a versus an. faster, therefore easier.

being stand in platoon sergeant sucks. accounting for strenght etc etc. and when counting the number of people boarding a tonner, u cant or wun expect the ps to board the tonner in order to book the choice seats for himself. but i was touched and shocked when i was the last to board the tonner after a mission and this old man actually gave up his seat citing that i was of a higher rank and that i was more tired than him... i swear he was above thirty but all his friends made me seat down. i could die.

had lunch as some sushi place that was amazing. fish that melted in your mouth. it was free. courtesy of by's mom.

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