like how much crappier can it get. you are filthy and covered in gunk, morale is at an all time low because of the rain, blistered all over. and at the end of the field camp you are supposed to march 24km through the night. I don't think I've been this hardcore for quite a while. at least not since BMT though, where it was all ARGHHHHH!!! CHARGE!!! and the whole DIE FOR YOUR COUNTRY + TONIGHT WE DINE IN HELL(aka cheap 300 ripoff) fire in your heart garang-ness
well at least we got to see each other in camo- all over again. and that our rifles came to life again after such a long dormant period.
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short weekend for us and I fully intend to just laze around on my lazy posterior doing nothing productive;
no drinking/boozing the night away(cos I'm off the bottle, for now)
no going out/hanging at town/sipping java chip frap(cos going out with the same people to the same place doing the same thing does get awfully repetitive)
no shopping(where got time, where got money?!)
anyway, Euro 2008 is on, but we won't get the privilege of watching it. the group matches, that is. so dear nice friends who are outside and FREE, msg us the scores of the matches lah. win-win situation know, we win big, we treat you. my beloved Italia is so gonna cruise although I'm rooting for Croatia to make it past the quarters.
Recently I've also realized how much I've aged. and I don't mean the facial hair alone. True, I look like a caveman after 3 days of not shaving, but recently I've also noticed extra lines, wrinkles and other stuff I dunno how to describe on my face as well, that has to suck. How can I ever live it up. People tell me that I'm the kinda guy who can look 16 and also 23 at different times and days of the year simply by alternating my dressing. I sense a little truth in their words.
and of course, must must avoid buying S sized shirts from Emilio Valentino. I look like I stole the neighbour's 10 year old son's clothes right off the rack whenever I wore an S-sized EV shirt out.
Marcus preferred to label my one-man fashion disaster on that particular day as "CandyCane-like"
slut
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and I must have experienced some power pack moment on Wednesday man.
it was battalion games semi-finals lah. and it came down to the guys from Foxy coy(us!) against the Support coy guys. they all looked and played like bloody bruisers. so much for the fact that Frisbee was a no contact sport
all I could remember was the frisbee coming towards my direction, then this guy who was like my height, but had twice the muscle bulk challenged for it. both of us were going for it and according to eyewitnesses, the bloody disc flew past both of us, but our bruiser friend continue to jack his knee up to chest level(for whatever reason, I dunno lah).
then BOOM, we made contact and boy was it SOME impact. that mofo knocked the air out of and left me writhing in pain like some lower worm-like life form in the middle of the parade square. yeah, he fucking jumped and drove his knee straight into my solar plexus. I had my hands on my chest and tried to shout to relieve the what-must-be-the-most-excruciating-i've-experienced-since-enlistment sensation, but nothing would come out of my mouth. I couldn't feel my heartbeat at that moment, everything was spinning and somehow my eyes were nailed shut, but somehow i knew that OC and other medical personnel were around me telling me to regulate my breathing, relax, slowly open my eyes and speak to them.
there must have been quite a commotion and a lot of people stirring shit and adding to the chaos. stupid medic tried to lift me up to sitting position and it hurt so much I could have re-arranged his face if my eyes were open. then he dumped like this block of ice on my chest. must have been like 10 minutes or so before I could maneuver myself into a crawling position before standing up to walk around. with a bloody block of ice big enough to sink the Titanic pressed to my chest, no less.
eventually re-joined the game in injury time and it came down to Golden Goal with the game tied at 9-9.
We scored that all important golden goal
THATS ALL THAT MATTERS (:
5:53 PM