18 months of Hell

and so the countdown to prison life begins...
well, I guess you cannot get the best things in life all the time huh... sigh....

For those who havn't noticed my moodiness and gloomy, lucky you then, most likely I've not moaned till your ears rot over my plight...

And for those who did notice (and most probably severely affected as well, like my dear), its because I'm being sent to jail.

yes. jail.

JAIL.

ta-dah.

ok. I'm exaggerating... after all, which jail in the world, save Mas Selamat International Jail would allow people to book out on weekends.

I'm being sentenced to 18 months in UAF.
UAF.
The big hype over the BIG ammunition base that was splashed all over CNA, Mediacorp, Straits Times, Today, New Paper etc. etc.

UAF = Underground Ammunition Facility.
UAF = U are Fucked.
UAF = Jail.

That means, for the REST of my army life, I would be in a STAY-IN vocation. Five days a week, I will crawl underground and not see the sun.
I'd most likely die of vitamin D deficiency or some hilarious form of scabes.

All thanks to my big mouth who wanted to be Pes A.

Fuck.

My life inside there is going to be pretty hellish, not only because it is extremely stressful inside (thanks to the high influx of shit coming in), it is far, far, FAR away from civilization - by which I mean no forest, no jungle, no spiders, no insects, NO MONKEYS!!!

but the 2 greatest fears that I have for going inside there is that
1) I can only meet my dear once a week. That means my priorities would have to be drastically shifted. My weekend schedules would have to be replaced. I've already greatly lowered my involvement in the band already, and I think with this placement, I may have to completely stop going altogether.

2) Boredom. Yes. I'm not joking. Boredom.
There is no gym.
There are no computers
There are no games.
Oh. Like wow-wee. Have you ever heard a kid telling his pops, "Hey dad! I wanna go to the Underground Ammunition Facility! I heard its so fun!".
- The answer is no.

There is NOTHING to do there at all.

You stare at the gray wall, the gray wall stares back.
When you ever get nights off (meaning you get to stay out for the evening [6:00] then book back to camp at 2230hrs), you have to travel TWO hours to get home, and TWO hours to get back to camp.
who the hell would want to do that? I go home - spend half an hour doing my stuff, then rush out of the house to head back to camp again.

Oh great. Uselessness in it's purest form.

You CANNOT bring any electronic equipment there, because they're paranoid that HUGE magnetic pulses which blasts from your unsuspecting Nintendo DS could cause sub-atomic bombs to explode.
Picture this : "Go Pikachu I choose you!", "Pikachu use shockwave!"
(suddenly you hear a rumble in the distance, then the screams of people dying - you wave it off)
"Pikachu use thunderbolt!"
(followed by detonations and more people screaming in agony).
(you say, "wow! Nintendo really did a great job creating this thing!")
(the next thing you know, you're dead).

TA-DAH.

ridiculous.

You can't bring consoles inside because the SAF is frightened that you'll steal top secret documents. (if thats the case, why don't you just post me to some harmless vocation like music and drama society).

You can't bring MP3 players inside because the SAF is a stickler for rules. (surprised?). By saying "stickler for rules" i mean -

Sergeant : "Private Andrew. Show me your MP3 player"
Me : (takes out my harmless iPod nano)
Sergeant : "Are any of your songs pirated?"
Me : "No Sargent, none -"
Sergeant : "DON'T LIE TO ME PRIVATE! ARE THERE ANY PIRATED SONGS IN YOUR PLAYER?"
Me : (squirms) "One or two... But -"
Sergeant : "HOW DARE YOU BLATANTLY FLOUT THE SINGAPORE LAW?"
Me : "but everybody -"
Sergeant : "YOU DON'T TELL ME EVERYBODY! INSIDE HERE, YOU FOLLOW THE LAW! IS THAT CLEAR?!"
Me : "Yes Sergeant!"
Sergeant : "YOU WILL SIGN FIFTY EXTRAS, YOU WILL HAVE NO NIGHTS OFF AND YOU WILL JUMP UP AND DOWN THIS SPOT TEN THOUSAND TIMES! IS THAT IN ANYWAY UNCLEAR?"
Me : (starts jumping up and down) "Yes Sergeant".

you see? yes. They're paranoid. welcome to the army.




sigh...
and to top it all off, I won't be able to blog when I'm inside that godforsaken place.

I'm not even sure if I can bring my handphone charger along.



WHY ON EARTH DID I OP TO GO TO PES A WHEN I COULD HAVE BEEN A PES C ALL ALONG?
fucking blind ambition that is.
stupid. dream. of. being. an. officer.


all my other colleagues are being posted to vocations which require them to fill up forms on computers under the air con, and being able to book out at 5 o'clock everyday.

At about 5 o'clock, in UAF, people would most likely be.... let me guess, staring at the wall wondering what to do for the rest of the evening.
Fucking hell. I can't even go out and study. By the time I reach my school, the lecturer would be nicely wrapping up his lessons. And by the time I copied my notes and reach back to the godforsaken camp, I would be getting ready to sign extras for coming back late.

There is NO transport in, there is NO transport out. I'd have to waste cab fare to go out too.

I am so anticipating this.

I am so anticipating this.

I am so anticipating this.

I am so going to die of boredom inside there...

If I could congratulate myself, since the start of NS, I've cleared through more then FORTY books from my favorite authors, some repeatedly, all deliberately read as SLOW as possible so that I will not finish my books in a flash.

*vomits*

seriously. why did God post me to this GODFORSAKEN place?

why.

why.

why am I going to buried 40 feet underground?













Well. My only glimmer of hope to get out of that place is in the irreversible thing I did just a few days ago.
With a bit of luck, (maybe... just maybe God would help me too), and good people, I may be able to see the light of day again.

Anywayz. about that "irreversible" thing, I will not retract back that action. And nobody will convince me otherwise.

Its not something... bad, per se. but definately not something good as well...

..... but its definitely able to proof how desperate I am to get out of that place.




I really thing I will go insane inside there.

If 3 months in BMT is able to drive me to depression in Tekong, 18 months in Mandai will drive me insane and suicidal...

















........ *cries* .........

Your Dating Style: Casual Dating

You are all about taking things as they come, you may just date someone once or it could turn into a life long thing. You just enjoy the mystery of it all.

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a deadly decision

ulps.

i think i just did an extremely dangerous and irreversible thing.

despite how much I've thought through the entire dire consequences on my actions, it provides me a way out of the darkness ahead.

i may just have done the most havoc action of my entire life...

... sigh...

i just really hope i did the right thing.

no.. what am i talking about... it's NOT the right thing.... it just the practical thing..

... sigh...

i can't retract back the decision(s) and the clocks are already set in motion.

if it succeeds, I win beyond my wildest imagination.

if it doesn't, I may have doomed myself a bit.

arrgh...


.... sigh...

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i hope that whatever i did, you know i did it for you...
*sobz*

it has been such a damm long time since I last blogged... its almost like... my blog is closing down..

zzz.. i think alot of people also think so...

=/

I hate army.

I hate NS.

I hate SAF.

I'm so busy I don't have time to do anything that I like, or anything that I want.
and when I have nothing to do in camp, I CAN'T do anything.

what crap.

CRAP.

fuck.