Sunday, May 25, 2008
i always used to think bmt will be the most hiong period u will ever go thru in 2 years of ns life. cos being a recruit, you are still a trainee and there's lots to learn which will not be possible if your commanders do not treat you with a certain level of strictness. i was blessed to have had a nice platoon and gd buddies, topped with reasonable and fair commanders who give us the basic respect.
on to unit life, when i was on course as a trainee for the m113 driving course, i felt respected as despite being on course, the instructors were reasonable and when the day can start later, they will allow us to fall in slightly later. in the actual duration of the course, although they were strict with our driving and our knowledge abt the vehicle, they seldom mistreated us unless we were too slow or didnt obey instructions passed down.
now that my course is over, and i am no longer a trainee, anyone would have thought that we should have better treatment as we are now trained and officially part of the battalion. but why is it so that my life now is worse that my recruit days? i am so not exaggerating. i dont wish to provide details, cos there are probably 101 reasons why i say im having a life worse than recruit days. probably more that that even.
i really agree with the fact that whether ur life in ns is good, ok or hell is not only based on vocation, but probably 80% based on ur commanders. even when you have a xiong vocation, but if ur platoon is good and ur commanders are reasonable,
chanel handbags will actually be able to go thru ns life quite peacefully. however, if ur vocation may not seem very xiong, and despite ur platoon being rather nice, if your commanders are fucked up, you will be looking at a very miserable ns life instead. and i mean really miserable.
that much said, i suppose i shan't go on any further. i so not want to go back into a life of hell. you know i mean it when even nice ppl like bernard swears at the life we are suffering now.
voodoo-ed and killed at 5:46 PM
VOODOO-ED.
life is like a needle.
a voodoo needle.
it pricks.
and it hurts.
every passing day,
it will find its way to prick me.
the moment i felt
the lethal injection enter my body,
i knew it was over.
this curse has been embedded into me,
not going to be lifted anytime soon.
for the next couple of decades at least.
it's too late.
don't start regretting.
the curse of life begins.
everything is no longer the same,
anymore.
try to accept it.
(i know i'm trying.)
i've been voodoo-ed.
and now,
i'm just waiting
for the effects to take place,
for the day to come.
waiting, for the curse to befall upon me.
simply waiting,
to meet my doom.
life's never the same again.
i'm voodoo-ed. and killed.