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After an awesome trip with girlfriend in Hong Kong, the next morning - there in front of me on the monitor screen, staring blankly at my face:
1. You are posted to OCS (ARMY WING)
2. Your vocation is OFFR CADET(CBT)
3. Your are to report to: Safti Military Institute, Warrior's Hall
Unfortunately or fortunately. For one, I wanted to enter a slack unit, and just laze my remaining 20 months of army away. For another, I hoped to challenge myself, physically and mentally; Bullseye - OCS. Contradiction. State of confusion. FML.
Looking back in my BMT life, the unbreakable bond we have forged, the shit we went through, and now, everyone was posted to different units there could ever be. Riflemen, armour, signals or SCS (Specialist Cadet School) and for some lucky bastards - Military police or Police OCS. BMT has taught me things, stuff I know that I could learn nowhere else and skills, not only in military terms, but socially too, working with comrades, especially with those selfish asses in the platoon.
Now 4 months later, this feeling of uncertainty is back. The sense of stepping into another unknown land, only recognising a few heads, it's just like BAM! Back to ground zero. Only to find myself going to suffer hell for another freaking 9 long and torturous months.
Lots of things to prepare, especially when I'm heading to SAFTI-MI for the very first time as a cadet, still got to carry all those military belongings and documents back to my new camp, and more importantly, mentally preparing for the unneccessary 3 weeks confinement (FML) and shits-to-be, including those countless tekan sessions, route marches and outfield-camps (WTF!). OH GOD, I should stop reminding myself. It's totally bringing my mood down.
9 Months. 0 Motivation. I wonder how the hell am I supposed to pass through. Oh well, day by day, I guess. Got to find some motivation first. Probably when I throw the peak cap, and my dear mum put on the rank on my Number 1 uniform!
But that's 9 months later. 9 MONTHS.
Sigh. BIG SIGH. God save me, please.
1. You are posted to OCS (ARMY WING)
2. Your vocation is OFFR CADET(CBT)
3. Your are to report to: Safti Military Institute, Warrior's Hall
Unfortunately or fortunately. For one, I wanted to enter a slack unit, and just laze my remaining 20 months of army away. For another, I hoped to challenge myself, physically and mentally; Bullseye - OCS. Contradiction. State of confusion. FML.
Looking back in my BMT life, the unbreakable bond we have forged, the shit we went through, and now, everyone was posted to different units there could ever be. Riflemen, armour, signals or SCS (Specialist Cadet School) and for some lucky bastards - Military police or Police OCS. BMT has taught me things, stuff I know that I could learn nowhere else and skills, not only in military terms, but socially too, working with comrades, especially with those selfish asses in the platoon.
Now 4 months later, this feeling of uncertainty is back. The sense of stepping into another unknown land, only recognising a few heads, it's just like BAM! Back to ground zero. Only to find myself going to suffer hell for another freaking 9 long and torturous months.
Lots of things to prepare, especially when I'm heading to SAFTI-MI for the very first time as a cadet, still got to carry all those military belongings and documents back to my new camp, and more importantly, mentally preparing for the unneccessary 3 weeks confinement (FML) and shits-to-be, including those countless tekan sessions, route marches and outfield-camps (WTF!). OH GOD, I should stop reminding myself. It's totally bringing my mood down.
9 Months. 0 Motivation. I wonder how the hell am I supposed to pass through. Oh well, day by day, I guess. Got to find some motivation first. Probably when I throw the peak cap, and my dear mum put on the rank on my Number 1 uniform!
But that's 9 months later. 9 MONTHS.
Sigh. BIG SIGH. God save me, please.
