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Monday, July 31, 2006, 11:24 AM
Once again my 'beloved' platoon mates have shown themselves worthy of being called 'selfish bast**ds'. Sorry for the choice of words but I can no longer tolerate their behaviours. They act like they are the only people in the world.Once in a while there would be a survey on the food served in the cookhouse. According to my sergeant major in BMT, the workers' salary very much depends on the outcome of the survey. Some of my 'friends' knew that, yet they rated the food lousy. What really irks me is that they manage to finish everything on the plate, even though they claimed that its lousy. F**K them. Couldnt spare a thought for others at all. What matters to them is only their own interests. 3 more weeks to go, 2 weeks actually because of ndp week. If I stay any longer with this bunch of incorrigible f**ls, I might go insane. Monday, July 24, 2006, 12:37 AM
There are people from all walks of life in the army. At this point of time, being in Signals Institute, I can only make one unpleasant conclusion. I came upon this quite some time ago but recent events confirmed my assumption, the platoon is f**ked up. Not exactly everyone but the majority have performed acts that I condemn. There are basically 2 types of people that made up this majority: cyclops (people who uses eye power, sits back and relax while watching others work) and sleeping beauties (people who are perpetually in a slumber).The activities of cyclops was particularly well displayed during our line summary exercise. When asked to perform a task, all sort of irrevelant excuses came out. Several of my buddies were pissed. As for those sleeping beauties, I am amazed at their ability to stay asleep other than eating and using the toilet. Some even have the audacity to lay on the ground during a ongoing lesson. Their selfish behaviours will invite trouble sooner or later. What Im so pissed about it they will drag the whole platoon down as well, which isnt fair. Well.. I dont want to elaborate much on them. The mere mention of them makes my blood boil. 4 more weeks to go Sunday, July 09, 2006, 5:50 PM
I know that I'm quite a blur and careless person sometimes, at times when I forget to alight at the correct stop, arrive late for outings and the list goes on. The recent incident during the past week really scared the hell out of me. It really jolted me awake and invoke a sense of urgency to start changing before something disastrous happen.It was my regimental guard duty on thursday when I lost my scabbald during my second prowling shift (11 to 1 am). Losing the scabbald is a chargable offence since it is a part of a weapon. No joke, I have to search within the prowling route I took. I was supposed to rest from 1 to 3 am but I have to forsake that rest. From 1 to about 5am I was walking around the camp, scrutinising every single location the scabbald could be: in the drains, grass patches adjacent the paths. The street lamps didnt help a bit. It was a fruitless search. By 6am the guard commander couldnt keep it under wraps anymore. He reported the case to the duty officer. I was told the consequences if I cannot recover the scabbald. Again I was sent out, together with my other platoon mates on duty that day, to find it. Barely 10 minutes into the search, it was found. The Sun.. saved my life. Spending a few weeks in detention barracks doesnt sound inviting at all. I never expected this to hit me but it did. I dont know how long I will take before I learn to get more attentive but one thing for sure, its going to be before I ORD. 6 more weeks Monday, July 03, 2006, 3:23 PM
I apologise for the prompt and somewhat rude post yesterday. I was feeling extremely emotional yesterday. After all, being the course I/C for the past week gave me an opportunity to see a different side of the platoon. The dark side. The behaviour they displayed was no indication of their age as well as their maturity and they could'nt adhere to the minimum standard expected by the commanders.Well.. to cite a example, I was reprimanded for waking them up at 5.30. Thats totally bullshit because 5.30 is the reverie time. Everyone is supposed to be awake by then. They couldnt even appreciate the fact that I have to wake up at 5.10 to prepare everything and be the last to sleep because I have to get instructions from commanders for the following day. There're really too many faults I could find from this platoon. I dont know how long I can tolerate all these. Anyway, my appointment as course I/C ended this week. Ironically, the person who scolded me for waking him up was appointed course I/C this week. I wish him good luck. 7 weeks to go Saturday, July 01, 2006, 10:55 PM
Disappointed. Frustrated. Appalled. Fed up. Disgusted. Pissed.Extremely PISSED |