Sunday, March 30, 2008

hey!
did you know 'stressed' is 'desserts' backwards!

did i say most retarded outfield ever?

Friday, March 28, 2008

9.33pm
my mistake. this field camp was the most retarded ever. it was the most stressful field camp ever. the last one had monsoon rains and a 21degree night. this one had sun. a lot of sun. my csm and one pc and a whole bunch of people fell out due to heat exhaustion.
did i mention that this was my company proficiency test? and that my CO was there along with all the biggest fucks in the unit.
and we got fucked big time. and i have lost all respect for my CO. he's a total chee bai. a total fucker. his mouth is a filthy cesspool and he spares no one. he fucked the men, fucked the specs, fucked our pc's, and fucked our oc, in front of everyone. he interrupts our missions to fuck us.
woke up at 0500 on 260308. by 1900 on 270308, i'd been active for 38 hours, and was running on 5 litres of water, 3 cans of red bull, 2 hours of sleep and 1 pack of instant noodles, eaten dry.

i'm going to draw a pretty complicated metaphor now. i'm going to link my last few field camps to a literature essay.

my training, much like literature lessons, basically imparts general tools to me. like, how to place my vehicle, how to assault enemies while maintaining a position that provides cover, etc. and most times, a mission, like an essay or poem that i have to critique, requires me to assess the situation and apply my skills as i deem fit.
with lit essays, i usually got substandard marks. basically because this was because (and i'm certain of this) teachers marked essays on how closely my interpretation matched theirs. it was irritating because those who drew similar conclusions but had little substantiation still got good marks, but i made my own ideas annd tried to support them, but failed. i usually didn't give a fuck, and continued to go my own way about doing things. i got an A for A's anyway, so ha ha, whatever. kay, time to stop bitching.
now, with my job as vehicle commander, the same thing happens, and whatever course of action i happen to choose on the spot invariably ends up being incorrect. example: nighttime. i move my vehicle down a steep and narrow road, i reach the bottom, and go round a corner. enemy vehicle contact! driver forward left! i move behind some trees, enemy tank is out of sight. my pc orders me to dismount him and the section so they can assault on foot and use the matador on it. i hold my position, firing.
a few minutes later, i'm getting fucked by my 2ic. your position sucks. you're fighting a tank, you idiot, you can't kill it with your weapons (i'm holding it in place for my PC and the matador). you think that fucking tree can give you cover? (there's no other cover, except some tall bushes which i'm sure are way better.) you're facing downhill, which exposes the top of your vehicle. (oh, right, i'm on the downslope of the hill, thanks, how else could my vehicle be facing)
suggested obvious solution, which should have been fucking obvious to me, obviously: go back the way i came and reposition my vehicle just before the crest of the hill that i just crossed. brilliant! except for the fact that i'd have to reverse, in the dark, up a steep and narrow slope, and that the other two vehicles in my platoon, which were following behind me, are now in the way. i'd be exposing myself for a good two minutes to clear, unobstructed enemy fire while i try to inch my way back.
no, fuck you, you're still wrong. because i say so.
anyway, that example was too long. in the end, what i'm trying to say is that, like a lit essay, i'm supposed to read the mind of my superiors and do exactly what they want. furthermore, unlike a lit essay, where the thing is written exactly as i want it to be so i get bad marks because of my own stubborness, some times in my training i'm just following superior's orders and i get fucked by the the next higher rank. in the last field camp, i got fucked by OC for following my PC's intructions to pull back, because he wants us to be aggressive. then i got fucked by CO when my aggressiveness got my vehicle killed.
they simultaneously expect us to 'be commanders! make your own decisions!' while treating us like a fucking man whose job is to control the vehicle as they want us to.
"what the fuck are you doing, take charge of your vehicle, damn it!" "i'm just following orders!" "ARE YOU A COMMANDER?"
kay, time to really stop bitching. this is just pissing me off again.

anyway. i've got COS on sunday. joy.
i will now imbibe copious amounts of raw INTERNET and crash and burn.
dead fantasy 2! fuck yeah gravity! fuck yeah haste! fuck yeah potion! FUCK YEAH KAIRI!

hm

Sunday, March 23, 2008

10.14am
i'm glad there's wow. and i'm glad i play it. the alternatives are too horrible to imagine.
i'm mostly amazed by the sheer number of people they managed to gather.

Sunday, March 16, 2008

5.56pm
once i stop thinking of kingdom hearts, beautiful world by utada hikaru is a pretty nice song. my fucking $200 headphones help, too.

..moe? no.

5.40pm
it's a 90 minute movie. half of it is reused footage. half of what's left is wasted cgi on things like computer displays and shit that no one cares about. but the final remainder is pretty good stuff. there's a handful of new ideas that work pretty well. also, i guess it's been some time since i last touched eva, but rei is surprisingly cute. maybe my memory is just fuzzy.

WHERE IS ASUKA. FUCKING HELL.

HA HA

3.45pm
SHINJI'S A PUSSY

maybe it's the low quality cam job, but eva01 looks like a bunch of plastic flourescent green glow-in-the-dark pieces floating around. and it sounds like an overheating engine. whiiiine. whiiiiiiiiiiiine.

RAGE

11.29am
so i was flipping through lifestyle today, and i noticed that tiny, tiny little movie ad for eva 1.0. then i remembered the life review i read of a it a few days ago. it got like, 2 stars or something. well, whatever, can't expect them to go fanboy crazy over it. no, the only thing that pissed me off was the little intro blurb they gave: "yadda yadda yadda based on the hugely popular manga of the same name by yoshiyuki sadamoto"

FUCKING GET YOUR FACTS RIGHT
FUCK

and about that manga. it's like the first manga i ever bought. in sec 2. it's still not done. GO GAINAX GO, MILK THAT CASHCOW THAT'S THE WAY

FULL BODY INSTANT HEATRASH

Saturday, March 15, 2008

9.55pm
most retarded outfield ever. spent three days in the rain. seriously, every day it would rain from about 9am till 2-3am the next day. all the intercoms and radio coms in the vehicles started dying on the first day and by the last day we were doing all the guiding with guiding sticks, which, for the uninformed, is basically a black-white striped wooden stick that we wave in front of our driver's periscopes to tell them which way to turn. it is not fun. especially when you're soaked the the skin and chilled to the bone and you're travelling at 20 mph in the wind and rain.
the day after the field camp, i walked out into the sun and my WHOLE FUCKING BODY felt like a million needles were trying to poke their way out my pores. standard heat rash, but on my whole fucking body. i guess after three days in the rain, ergo three days of not really needing to sweat because i was constantly freezing, my sweat gland ducts are all clogged up. fun.

a funny remark i heard a few fieldcamps ago: 'wah i hope i dont get constipation from all the wax in the maggi'
'wut? wut wax?'
'you know, they put wax on instant noodles to make it shiny. and to make them stick together'
and i'm like WTF YOU ON ABOUT and i ask a few others and apparently i'm the last to know.
LIKE HELL there's wax on noodles. retards.

three cheers for hormel's hot and spicy vienna sausage.

hold on till april

Sunday, March 09, 2008

9.55pm
back to camp. back to outfield. two field camps in march. just two.
gotta hold on till april. new specs will come in, and i can dump my work on them. and the battalion can start doing ndp shit.
just another month and forever to go... sigh.
grin and bear it.