Finally back from a 4 day stay-over in the jungle! I'm on a day off now, coz I did duty on NDP which was a good thing. Firstly I can claim 1 day off which I did today; secondly I will hopefully have a case to argue IF ever I am made to do duty on Christmas Day, or anywhere near christmas.
The past 4 days was a real bore. All I did was to sit in the rover, talk to the driver and the sergeant, sms on my phone, listen to the radio, eat, sleep till my butt and bones ached. The sergeant was a nice guy, he kept asking me whether I was hungry coz I ate very very little. I don't have an appetite for food during out field coz it's like you just wanna go back to your bunk and have a nice cold shower to wash off all the dirt and grim. I told him I would just help myself to the combat rations! stuff like the bars which I practically grabbed from all the packs and a bit of the biscuits. Fortunately, on some days the driver drove back to the canteen back at camp to buy some food, and on the way we stopped over at a petrol kiosk to get some cold beverages! Quite lucky I must say.
Oh there's this random poem I found engraved onto a training shed's board:
WE ARE THE UNFORTUNATES
LED BY THE UNPROFESSIONALS
TO DO THE UNNECCESARY
FOR THE UNGRATEFULS
I found it to be quite interesting. The board had all the usual dumb stuff like "***** was here. ORD 080403" That seemed like months ago that that guy ORD-ed!!! When will it be my turn?? I want to ORD!
The 3rd day was the most productive in some sense, coz I played chinese chess with the sergeant and some BRC guys. By then I couldn't wait to get over with one MORE night, and get out of that place! That night was the mosquito-feeding night, I happily opened up the stretcher and sleep in the open, only to be chasen back into the rover by the irritating mosquitos. Actually, by the fourth day my bum was already aching from the constant bumping and bouncing at the back of the rover coz the road was SO bumpy and rocky. Sometimes I can bounce up and hit my head, and sometimes get flung to one corner like a rag doll. It was worse when it rained, raindrops flew in via the front opening, and before I knew it my slacks were all wet, then I had to use one trashbag filled with stuff to cover myself, and i found another thrashbag to put my legs in. I was contorted in all directions - one hand gripping on to the bar with my life to maintain stability, and the other holding on the trashbag, and using my feet and bum to prevent myself from slipping off the bench.
Oh well, I'm back. :) Here's Capricious, a solo piano piece which I composed in sec2 and only transcribed it onto score recently.
The past 4 days was a real bore. All I did was to sit in the rover, talk to the driver and the sergeant, sms on my phone, listen to the radio, eat, sleep till my butt and bones ached. The sergeant was a nice guy, he kept asking me whether I was hungry coz I ate very very little. I don't have an appetite for food during out field coz it's like you just wanna go back to your bunk and have a nice cold shower to wash off all the dirt and grim. I told him I would just help myself to the combat rations! stuff like the bars which I practically grabbed from all the packs and a bit of the biscuits. Fortunately, on some days the driver drove back to the canteen back at camp to buy some food, and on the way we stopped over at a petrol kiosk to get some cold beverages! Quite lucky I must say.
Oh there's this random poem I found engraved onto a training shed's board:
WE ARE THE UNFORTUNATES
LED BY THE UNPROFESSIONALS
TO DO THE UNNECCESARY
FOR THE UNGRATEFULS
I found it to be quite interesting. The board had all the usual dumb stuff like "***** was here. ORD 080403" That seemed like months ago that that guy ORD-ed!!! When will it be my turn?? I want to ORD!
The 3rd day was the most productive in some sense, coz I played chinese chess with the sergeant and some BRC guys. By then I couldn't wait to get over with one MORE night, and get out of that place! That night was the mosquito-feeding night, I happily opened up the stretcher and sleep in the open, only to be chasen back into the rover by the irritating mosquitos. Actually, by the fourth day my bum was already aching from the constant bumping and bouncing at the back of the rover coz the road was SO bumpy and rocky. Sometimes I can bounce up and hit my head, and sometimes get flung to one corner like a rag doll. It was worse when it rained, raindrops flew in via the front opening, and before I knew it my slacks were all wet, then I had to use one trashbag filled with stuff to cover myself, and i found another thrashbag to put my legs in. I was contorted in all directions - one hand gripping on to the bar with my life to maintain stability, and the other holding on the trashbag, and using my feet and bum to prevent myself from slipping off the bench.
Oh well, I'm back. :) Here's Capricious, a solo piano piece which I composed in sec2 and only transcribed it onto score recently.
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