7 pounds is a depressing show. Ask me if you're curious and not watching the show, and I'd gladly tell you the whole story. It centers around Will Smith, who pretends to be someone he's not. (heehee) The whole show would have crumbled if not for him.
Im having mood swings these days, especially when I entered SISPEC. The screwed up system, the inhumane training (well it's pretty endurable, but you got to be strong mentally). I basically sleep on an average of 5 1/2 hours, on lucky days 6.
5bx has a new component now. The 3km run, which will be intensified weekly. Eventually we'll be wearing our standard battle order ( Helmet, Load Bearing Vest, Long 4 & SAR21 rifle). Note that we run almost as soon as we are rudely awaken by our alarm clock(s).
The climax this week was me losing my camp pass, which essentially means that I'd have to pay 50 bucks for a plastic card, and sign extra duty, which falls on CNY eve, 7am-7pm.
Things are looking bleak for me. The only saving grace are my bunk mates. Alas, the real training is yet to be. Oh yes, did I mention that I'm the COS this sat, and I can only book out sunday morning, booking in sunday night.
I wish there's someone who can light up my gloomy heart now. I wish that God is more prevalent in my life. I wish that I can break the bondages that bind me.
How? Enlighten me.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008