Sunday, November 19, 2006
Back Again!
Good Morning world, i'm back. One of the few times blogging away from my beloved Hewlett-Packard, in the wee hours of a Sunday morning, 2hrs from day break.
Logging in to soccernet to check the results of Arsenal vs Newcastle, and of course being left disappointed after learning they had succumbed after dominating yet another game, which is basically the story this season at Emirates, the curse of which many thought have been lifted after they effortlessly swept aside the Liverpool, effectively ending one of their title rival's journey. This is after I received an sms from my fren saying Chelski has yet grinded another result. Every other day at canteen break I'll be telling him again, ManU can kiss goodbye the title for another season, cos it'll be rich ol' Russian roubles dominating again, cos they have the mark of champions, the ability to win without even playing near their best. And then I go into a indepth analysis of how lack of depth the challengers are. ManU is a carriage pulled by old, trusted horses, once they are gone, new horses can't simply step into their shoes. Gunners are lovely to watch, pure entertainment for the neutrals, but total frustration for the fans, cos "if we can't pass the ball to goal, we rather not score!" Pool, mmmm...still lying at the bottom of the pool.
Ok then I'll treat him to a Teh-O, oh yar can't forget the special lukewarm request =)
Away from England, from football, ok wait! I missed the first soccer session that the guys had in like a year? How could I? I mean I was always the loyal servant which advocated total and unquestionable obedience to "The Call". Whoever it came from, as long as we are "recalled", we must, in every sense of the word, appear. However, now the first one in so-bloody-long-that-I-cannot-remember, I actually missed it!
Let me explain, cos on so-and-so day, at so-and-so time, my fren, so-and-so asked us to go for the 2nd Link run, a 10km fun run thingy. We agreed. However, on so-and-so day, at so-and-so time, when I asked him about the event, he said why not we go
walk 100km instead of
run 10km. My initial reaction was wtf! Why would you want to walk a bloody 100km? But something came over me, and perhaps with all the peer pressure and pride (pride can be eaten - think: pride rice), I ended up complying.
It was a decision I regretted, or rather reflected deeply and ended up somewhat of a mystery as to why I'd gone ahead and did such a foolish thing. Even the most enthusiastic organiser/leader/IC admitted that he was asking himself the same question @ 20km. And our grp, maybe spurned on by one particular mean but darn fit navigator, went through the first 20++ km with nothing more than a 2min rest which we didn't rest but was taking photos! If you cannot imagine 100km, think Woodlands, then think Jurong, East Coast, Tampiness, then Woodlands. How's that?
But ultimately, my body proved to be my own tripping stone. Mentality, I was still pretty much able, giving myself the strength from adreline, in turn from the thought that this was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, something which millions of people never did in their lives. However, after a pit-stop @ Marine Cove, my right hamstring just gave me up. It was so tight that I could hardly walk. Perhaps, I could have prevented it if I hadn't let my body rest completely when we break for some bites. But whateverso, I can only look back on the moment when I'd to limp forward to my frens, whose advices triggered the fear that my body would suffer a permanent defect from the forced continuation.
Nevertheless, it was something I can look back on. Something that make me say at least I tried, even though it was possible to redo it but I think this time the incentive must be a million dollars carrot before I will do such a crazy thing all over again. Nearly 60km walked that Saturday. Times which I will reflect and tresure.
And those who completed, they have the priviledge of saying, whenever someone asked them where is so-and-so place, "oh not very far, can walk there".
Since the recent spate of ORD-craze, I've still yet to get used to people not having to book in anymore. Somehow somewhere in my mind I still think they are army lads like me and still gotta serve. But I appreciate the fact I was enlisted later, unlike most of my peers who dreads hearing people ORD. At least I enjoyed myself during the 3 months those guys were suffering in Tekong. And did some things, if say I was in army, probably wouldn't have been.
I ain't quite prepared for life after army. It's a whole new world outside. I'm so used to getting money deposited automatically the 10th of every month into my account. Now I gotta get employed again. I really have no sense in the world how I am gonna do that. And I hate looking for jobs. I still remember the times in 05 pre-enlistment when I'd to hang around mac every morning with Ivan, flipping through the classifieds and calling up anything we thought would be worth a shot. Darting here and there, around the island to the companies of potential employment. I ain't prepared to be disciplined all of a sudden and start running every week, PT every day at home. I told my officer fren, if I were him, I would want to extend my service. I mean, part-time or temp jobs that pay as well as a LTA monthly allowance. Whats more, you don't have to spearhead a platoon and scream "Charge!", write Ops Orders, conduct PC interviews, attend parades blah blah blah. Ain't a bad job. Just no camera phones and office ladies, only lousy 8250s that make you answer every phone call the same way - "wait I can't hear you I'll call you back later" and Chief Clerks as colleages.
Life in office's pretty bad. My section's becoming like a prostitute. Mi being the 2IC, is helpless as we are thrown around, like some piece of forgotten toy. We had an IC, then she backed out on the actual day. Then we had another, who was kapo-ed by another dept, throwing back in the opposite direction a rather much useless and slack noob DXO, who doesn't know a shit and I can smoke her like crazy. Very well this way also, in this way she won't get in my way, and I can concentrate doing my job of stand-in IC, which her very much as only a puppet, or rather icon - for puppet means she's under my control - of the section. I had an understudy, which I rejected, for reasons much more justifyable than "Dayung Sampan". I think I can rewrite the story, for if the boatman's singing Dayung, the Sampan won't be moving. For obvious reasons, which in the case you don't get what I'm blabbering about, I was just trying to say that boatman would be simply too lazy to even row.
Ok, time for some hotcakes! I dunno next time I can blog again but hopefully I can present some interesting pics then. For now, farewell & sweet dreams! ^_^
