Tmr’s start of Week 3 of 58TH COC.
Got the usual pre-book-in blues again.
I hate taking the car ride to Amoy Quee, and alighting and going into camp.
I hate it when I have to march in with everybody looking.
I hate shooting in front of people who are good.
I hate it when I have to do something I’m not good at.
I love the people in Syndicate 4.
Well, I know the camp’s helping me spend my time wisely, with a great reward (rank) at the end. But sometimes I just can’t help feeling so…
I hope God will walk with me through the last week, making it meaningful and smooth-sailing.
:)
Been losing touch with many people, including the clique!!! Meet up soon people.
xoxo
DID I MENTION I WAS COURSE IC FOR THRUSDAY? OH WTF seriously.
I screwed up damn badly.
Before I start, lemme begin how I was selected.
(When we reported in the morning, I was telling Chris about how flirty Sir JH was and blablabla. I said it damn softly, I was damn sure no one could hear me. Next moment Sir JH called me to the side and told me I’m course ic. ZOMG. I’m pretty sure he didn’t hear what I said bout him tho. SPOOKY)
(I convinced myself that: God has a purpose for everything he does. His purpose was probably for me to learn.)
OKAY:
First, I didn’t salute Maj Chua. (killed).
Secondly, I didn’t ask him for permission to carry on. (killed).
Thirdly, I got embarassed in front of 167 people cause I didn’t sedia properly.
Lastly, I got shouted at in front of everyone.
Honestly I found them quite amusing (but of course I could not express my amusement when I’m getting screamed and looked at). I felt like laughing when Mdm made me do drills again, lol. Aiya, who cares.
SOMEONE’S BRUSHING TEETH NOW. at close to 2am.
BYE.
