there’s no pretense.

Maybe my expectations are too high, but it could have been worse.
But I’m glad this Giant was not a repeat of the last.

More or less, I’ve given my best to this final batch, and they did not disappoint.
At least not so much so that it hurts.

I hate being sick, but how I wish I could be on MC until I ORD.

I realised I’ve based a lot of my planning and thinking of what I am going to do in my life on life after I ORD. That’s good, and bad, because it gives me something to look forward to, and bad, because it just increases the agony that I’m still that few months away from that day.

ORD. It marks a new beginning. It marks the closure of a chapter of my life. To me, it’s going to be the start of something new. It means so much to me I don’t even know how to start. If you’d asked me, I’ll tell you, but it’s like my life has not started yet, and it will only start when that day comes. I’ve planned so many things I’m going to do and try after I ORD, and I just can’t wait to start. It’s not like the typical ORD-mood kind of feeling. I know how that feels. This is something more. This is more intense, because it holding me back, it’s suffocating me, it holds so much.

That was gliberrish, garbage. Pardon my outpour. What I wanted to say is that after I ORD, I’ll be a free man, in every sense of that word. Till then, I’m just going to be a good instructor and live happy.

I got it. I cleared my year two IPPT yesterday and I finally got my D300. God is good. (:

I kinda miss the days when I was still a trainee in the army. BMT, Artillery, and especially Sispec. It was full of shit and full of fun. Those were the days. (:

Scenario one: Reading the RO at the end of the day.
Friend: (Finished reading the first page) Sergeant what do I do now?
Sergeant: … FLIP THE PAGE…
Us: (Burst out laughing)
Sergeant: Whole lot knock it down.

Scenario two: Reading the RO.
Friend: Quote of the day (by Mark Twain): …. by Mark.. Twi.., Two.., Twinnnee..
Us: (Burst our laughing)
Sergeant: Whole lot knock it down.

HAHAHA. Full of shit, full of fun. (:

This week has been the most fulfilling and at the same time the most horrible week of my life. One straight week of being the duty instructor (due to various reasons), it was absolutely fun but exhausting. I was so tired at the end of everyday I could think of nothing but sleep, but yet the fulfillment I got was beyond words could describe.

Well who knew that a regular sore throat turned out to be tonsillitis. I’D RATHER BE DOWN WITH 100 SORE THROATS THEN TONSILLITIS. Anyone with Strepsils during the three days seem like a god to me. It was horrible. I felt horrible, eating was horrible, drinking was horrible, brushing my teeth was horrible, even lifting my neck felt horrible. Thank goodness the medicine from the MO worked.

I’m glad the week is over. I’m glad I’m an Instructor. (:

I’m dying to go blading again. :S

On a different note, my new course just came in yesterday. They gotten me so tired, but heck, I’m giving my one hundred percent and I’m having fun.

So thirteen weeks have come and gone. The 6th ASC had their passing out parade yesterday at Pasir Laba camp and emerged as giants with spec-hood entrusted upon them.

Go show the world what you’ve got and why they all made a mistake underestimating us specialists. (: