Spent my twentieth birthday (yes, my teenage years are bygones... it gets sadder each time i think about it) in the most memorable way. The heavy downpour continued throughout the night-shoot test at the range. Everybody was drenched. Though it reminded me of the Vietnam War as pictured in Forrest Gump ("then suddenly, it began to rain, and it never stoppd"), i was still very miserable, shivering and all. And i fought hard against my sleepiness to avoid catching a cold. Had to move constantly to keep warm. When we went back to company line at past midnight, my headache was really challenging my limits. What's more, the beds near the windows, including mine, were drenched just like us, so we had to combine beds and sleep together - kinky stuff.

Footnote: Operation BO was cancelled, again...  ¶

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Can someone please tell me what's so good about The Catcher in the Rye? What is it supposed to deliver? What is Salinger trying to say? 'Cause i think it's quite a piece of trash. i really do. Despite hunting out reviews of it on the net, i still don't get it. i swear i don't. "Some have argued that Salinger's tale of the human condition is fascinating and enlightening, yet incredibly depressing." Eric Lomazoff wrote. That killed me.

random thoughts

Friday, Jan 16, 2004. Night-shoot at the range. The stars wre bright and numerous. It made me sort of depressed, that that someone special wasn't there to share the starry night. Hummed away to the tune of Now i understand... and continued to indulge in my newfound mood of melancholy, which is rare nowadays.

i like the way i take off my jockey cap, at the split second after i begin to sit down and before i actually do. My fingers hold on to the visor and my head lowers. Then the wrist twists in a swift motion and off the cap comes. Amongst all the antagonistic stares fit for a recruit, i indulge in my little game of self-satisfaction.

Turned out that my name tag says my full name instead of C Su. So i'm one of the few people in camp who's got full names on their tags, if not the only. Cool.  ¶

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My first "holiday" in BMT will terminate in 3 more hours (just enough time to finish an F Maths paper). The thought of going back to Tekong isn't inspirational at all, but this is the first day of the new year so let's hope things will get better*. One thing good about it, though, is that being in BMT is the perfect excuse for not going out with the boring people. Of course you can't come out on weekdays, and nobody dares to touch your weekends unless they reckon they are your parents or girlfriends. The latter is to your advantage anyway. Furthermore, if you want to meet someone, however unimportant you are, you can always hope to get a little sympathy by demonstrating that you are spending your precious weekend meeting him/her.

By the way, i won't bother to mention much about BMT here, 'cause i'll have to tell it at least thrice anyway. But if there's anyone who's bored enough to come here and wants to know more, leave a thought below. Happy New Year folks.

* It's weird when Man has cheated himself once a year for almost as long as civilisation and yet he doesn't learn. The standing rule is that things never get better, at best they don't get worse.  ¶

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