got enough happening theses days to last me a month.
or at least until my next drink, heh.
coincidentally or not, my first entry here was when i just got posted to 3SIR. i've been aiming to get here ever since i heard about the third singapore infantry regiment in sispec. i was dying to crawl outta that shithole that was sispec foxtrot, that literally anywhere you go as long as its out was good fuckin news. After being rejected for an entry into ocs, being stuffed into foxtrot felt as if i'm going to jail for trying too hard heh. and i was looking at 3SIR as a good place for me when i get my stripes. It had a hefty reputation as the defending best unit, and its gonna be the one unit to experiment with the new urban ops trial- which i love.
But as people do say, wish for something hard enough and you might just get it.
heh.
At least thats what i felt the first day there. "Freshmeat days" in their lingo meant they were out to shake us up- by way of introduction heh. They did a nice job of that too, some people already wanna get the hell out. There was so much negativity in camp that by the end of the day i was even feeling slightly down about the whole thing heh.
The next book in though, righted my thinking a bit. Although we slept at midnight, setting up the parade square and the field, and expected to rise at 4am i had a good time by book out of Friday evening heh. Scorpions Challenge, or games day, gave me a chance to take a look at the kinda people at 3SIR who were eventually gonna become my men. Heh, and boy this buggers got spirit. They're rough, verbally-abusive and have issues with authority. Could be a problem, but i could definitely lead these men. And the RSM did talk to us ultimately in a more civil manner, and he did resolve some problems and questions we freshmeats had heh.
i should seriously babble less about the army. Not too many people care about the world of little green men.
Friday night was rather crazy though.
Got home, touched down and left for Ian's place by 730 that evening. Joined him, Gwen, his cousin and her girlfriend for a little gathering. Which meant vodka and such for me. Had plans to go ChinaBlack with Andre later in the night, and apparently Gwen's going too. So at the end it was Andre, Ian, Gwen and me going there.
"s'gonna be a great night!" says Gwen.
Time's like these, irony's a bitch.
Long story short, the night didn't go well at all between my friends. Worse, i feel as if i'm really caught in the crossfire launched from an intangible web of waay too messed up emotions. That one night made FRIENDS look like Seasame Street. bleah. i'm actually surprised the only one drunk that night was gwen. But then i've been trying to keep a leash on the daemonica alcoholimus inside of me these days, heh.
Though it hurt to see them like that. i don't think i've ever seen ian quite so fucked up before. and i've known him for some time.
Love's a biatch.
she's been that way 5 years ago, and she sure as hell still is...
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