No Pride.
Guess im out again, settling administrative stuff and just staying home … gotta go back later at about 10:30. Time seems to fly pretty fast, haven’t seen people i know for a long time, wheres my evil twin, wheres andyiano =( oh well everyone has their lives to live, and I am in a world of my own as well … Sometimes getting back into the civilian world seems to hurt me more that if i just remained in the military one, seeing my friends drift away from me one by one, its just heart wrenching. And to add on to the situation, I can’t seem to forget or let go of certain people … but then again its always good to have motivation from any source, especially when its NS … but oh well lets just play this life how it is suppose to be played and just suck it up and move on.
Anyway, if it even mattered, I’m “Medic Best Trainee”, whatever.
ching ching =0 getting paid over here?
Payday just came again, but sadly I dont have the time and energy to actually spend it. I guess its a blessing in disguise as some would say but its come to a point where I just think and wonder to myself whats life going to be instore for me.
Medic course is ending, 1 more week so to say, and ill be back in Pasir Ris camp … as much as it dreads me to return to my parent unit, I am also looking forward to battalion life …
My ankle is being a bitch at times.
Oh WOTLK coming out!! and i got block leave on the 24th =))
Anyway here are some photos (above) to enjoy.
collapsable
lifes like a stretcher, u can make it compact and be useless or open it up and do something meaningful like saving lives.
“If you can hear me sir, please don’t move”
Basic Medic Course has finally ended its first phase and we will be moving into the Combat Phase from the following week onwards … the previous few weeks have been very numb to me, as how life seems nowadays. But at least I can actually respond to a BASIC call to a patient when the time arises ;P
Time seems to fly by, slow or fast? i dont have a clue to what that feels in the first place. In no time now I will finish my course … and embark on my new phase of NS life, which is to fly. As I sing the songs which have been etched in my mind from day to day from day one, I think to myself and wonder if i was really “born to fly”, of course not in its literal form of flight, but airborne in its true form.
Love seems to be kicking me in the groin these days, with people playing with my head one certain issues of life and relationships. But at the end of the day, I know deep down in my heart … I am stronger that this … I must be. If I can be the one who can listen to all the songs which remind me of you, all the videos and shows that brings back the memories of trying to watch the same drama’s, I would have not let myself down.
I had a dream in camp one day, that you messaged me to go out. But upon waking up to reality, i couldnt help but shed tears as i pull myself out from bed and begin my regimental life all over again.
Oh well whats ranting =) I am stronger than this.
like how a cat lands
i wish my ankle was back to normal, i really do. its pretty much darn boring with life in the commando’s with a problematic leg. if recovery doesnt take place i am afraid more injuries will occur, and before that happens i am determined to complete my physiotherapy. for those who dont know, i had injured my Anterior Talofibular Ligament due to a prolonged injury from Route Marches and SOC.
anyway, do u know that inversion of the ankle injuries account for 40% of all athletic injuries?
Instead of giving myself reasons why I can’t, I give myself reasons why I can.
—anonymous
what is wrong?
As I look through the lives of what is going on within my small yet interesting social circle, I can’t help but look at yours from time to time. And from within although I know its over, I can’t help but feel hurt when I see you unhappy. It’s not something I’d lie about, but It’s not something I can do anything about either, but as a friend I am just curious …
How harmful can I get as a confidant? would you mind? ;)
Anyway, side note. Combat Medic starts tomorrow, my days as a private gets better as the days come by, starting with my beautiful pay cheque of 700. and my future back pay of 1.5k, i am motivated to pass out with my red beret ~
ending my bmt.
life sometimes doesn’t go the way you want it to.
bad ankle injury, oh well. no ocs anymore.
POP on wednesday. will be marching from Tanah Merah Ferry Terminal back to camp, and i will don the Jungle Hat.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
