Thursday, August 05, 2004
23:36
my diary on 05/08/04..
0642hrs Cashew Terrace(Home)
hmm was feeling =_= since i woke up in the morning.. the feeling of suspense, worry and apprehension din thrill mi the least bit as i psyche myself up for the dae.. todae i'll not b heading for sch.. but some place i haf nv been to.. let alone early in the morning.. barely the break of dawn.. dressed up.. did some final checking and preparations b4 setting off.. pending doom.. prowling apocalypse.. illusions of torturous acts on mi flashed across my head on the way..
0716hrs Admiralty MRT
i tot to myself.. tts it.. i'm gone.. sorry dad mom bro sis seek and all pals.. i'lll b leaving u all.. din even get to write my will.. even b4 i can sink deeper into my train of freaky tots.. a guy wearing a smart no.3 navy uniform told us to stand in a line.. then passed down forms to fill in.. particulars pes A/B Napfa award etc.. was sort of hoping to see anione i know.. anione from my sch.. anione from my alma mater.. nil.. zilch.. finito.. ling2.. kosong.. kong4.. zero.. yuan de bu neng na.. aiya u get the idea la.. then got so mani ITE pp.. ITE Dover ITE Bukit Batok etc.. SRJC TJC TPJC AJC NJC RJC ACJC CJC and others in not recognisable clothings.. i was the onli one from SA =/ and so the admin stuff was done.. then v -.- they loaded the line of pp who came later.. then my line boarded the later three-tonner(first time on the army truck).. then a 10-15mins trip to our destination..
0758hrs Sembawang Naval Base
was visualizing the place i'll b going to.. hoping it wasnt to some shiong unit for vocational assessment.. juz hoping it was some navy pre-posting stuff.. my hopes were devastatingly shattered as the three-tonner entered the sembawand naval base.. and then finally reached..
0812hrs Naval Diving Unit Medical Centre
haizzz... tts it.. win big liao.. and so we were dropped off at the ndu medical centre.. drew a tube of our blood.. tested our fat percentage.. lung capacity test.. ear test.. then see the medical officer.. sounds like this process is gonna b quick.. but blardy hell it sure took long.. so much waiting time.. reminds mi of the inefficient ncc times.. wakaka.. anw i tried to come up wif as mani ailments i can think of.. but to my dismay.. he still qualified mi fit for the chamber test.. wadever i tot tt is.. sounds sadistic to mi when i first hear of it.. oh man.. and everione i haf seen so far were like v fit and dark.. hmm and during the debriefing.. they asked some ques they expect us to say no.. for eg any broken limbs.. and braces or piercings etc.. then wad came unexpected was when he asked if anione was wearing specs or contact lenses.. and there was onli silence.. and wow it was then tt i realized tt everione had perfect eyesight..
1122hrs Naval Diving Hyperbaric Centre
it was on the way here i made my first fren.. haha u shud knoe la.. i so shy.. but this time i made the first move to intro la.. alone there v sian one.. so got to knoe this benjamin lam from ajc.. juz my intuition tt he's a nice person.. yeah and throughout the dae i found my hypothesis true.. so do not reject Ho.. wahaha.. then we stripped to our skimpy trunks.. ee so skimpily clad.. then went into the decompression chamber where they can adjust the pressure inside to simulate a submarine descending.. we were onli going 10m deep.. while the pro divers do routine 50+m deep.. >.< style="font-style: italic;">vulsava.. dunno how to spell.. it's the actual term for pinching nose and blowing out action.. then got guys cant take it.. then they hafta come back another dae.. wahaha.. eh then wait v long for other groups to finish their tests then can go haf lunch.. and thx man.. tot can go home by noon..
1338hrs Canteen
whoa.. the pp there r scary.. mostly donned a pt kit of a white t-shirt and black shorts.. and had their initials and surname imprinted on the front of their shirts.. one can quite easily tell apart the fresh trainees, not-so-fresh trainees and the instructors.. and i can visualize a scawny person slowly evolving to the well-built physique of the sadistic-looking instructors.. got a tray.. a friendly ite fren(forgot his name) helped mi take eating utensils and a plate.. Singapore Food Industries.. reminds mi of the daes in NCC.. esp the time when some of us were selected to go march as the guard of honour for wad they deem as the most prestigious event involving NCC and SAF.. lance corporal rank(sec2) on a no.1.. rifle wif bayonet.. wahaha.. still rem zhenjie and alywyn keep chao geng-ing.. hmm back to the canteen.. generous serving of fried rice.. then 2 pieces of fish fillet.. french fries.. baked beans.. potato wedges and chicken.. the aunty is siao lor.. i saw the humongous chicken drumsticks lying in the serving container.. then she giap 2 and put on my bowl and asked "gou4 ma? bu4 gou4 wo3 zai4 gei2 ni".. -.-" aye.. tot i was hungry and ate v fast.. but it was scary to see almost everione else cleaning out their plates b4 i did.. wow..
1425hrs School of Diving
boooooooooooring.. a veri ahsoh-looking lady was in charge of conducting psychological aptitude and personality tests.. stretched for abt 3+ hrs.. quite detailed and in-depth tests.. mentally draining pattern exercises.. and plenty of questions regarding mental self and all.. buay tahan.. so long can.. *yawn*
1739hrs Sheltered Basketball Court in NDU
standing broad jump.. lol.. wif a sprained ankle i did not even make 2m!! fail miserably.. then pull ups.. the demonstrating instructor was super fit.. he sprang up to the bar and showed all de dif kinds of way of doing pull ups.. and was smiling and tokking while doing.. ._. and i think i kena fake.. cuz when i was holding on to the bar.. the officer said do ur bez ar.. then i did 11.. breathless.. then suddenly realize im in deep shit.. cuz all the other good chao-gengers did onli abt 6 on de average.. then went to the swimming pool.. asked us to swim frog-style along the breadth of the pool.. -_- the pool was very special.. in de middle it was 10m deep.. and each side 1m and 4.5m.. and we tot we could leave finalli.. but they brought us to dinner.. wth~
1800hrs Canteen
feeling v sian diao liao.. was told tt there'll still b an interview of each and everione of us b4 we can leave.. it was here then i realized there were these words in the canteen.. "divers.. special breed of men.. nothing stands in our way.." hmm.. i din take ani food.. no appetite and still full from lunch.. heh.. juz got drinks.. then got to know some names from the pp at my bench.. but cant reallie remember oreadi.. got a guy from drama club tpjc.. then 2 guys from ajc and 1 from rjc.. the last one's name was called jayce.. quite special rite.. haha..
1818hrs School of Diving
wah this is even worse than the waiting time in the afternoon.. one by one we the civilians were called into the room.. wadz infuriating is tt they let the group of pp who came later get interviewed first.. and they actuallie got to leave by around 7pm.. and so slowly but surely i got called into the room.. and i was settled in less than 30secs.. a few simple and duh questions and i was out.. and all were saying tt those who where selected will come out in no time.. whereas others will b asked more ques.. tts y the lengthy wait cuz some pp took 20mins.. -.- haiz and from i rem.. the interviewer was grinning sinister-ly and kept ticking on a piece of paper.. gosh.. a diver-to-be? *oof* i cant imagine.. plus wad some of the divers who were a year older told us.. abt the training.. abt the life there.. and "hell week" where they tekan u for one whole week.. they say for sure there'll b pp who cry on the first dae.. even if he is the fittest.. it doesnt mean he is the strongest.. mentally.. ohhhh thx.. on we were on the three-tonner.. making our way back to civilization..
2109hrs Admiralty MRT
the route the three tonner took shocked mi for a moment.. cuz we passed by a MRT station but it din stop.. then i realized it was sembawang mrt.. and so we hopped off the massive army truck.. said my last goodbyes to jayce and benjamin.. dunno if i'll ever meet them again for the rest of my life.. wahaha.. anw i saw dingli's nick on msn.. perhaps he's been to the vocation assignment too.. hmm.. gotta ask him next time.. long to no catch up wif 68 liao.. =
2115hrs Woodlands MRT
one stop away onli.. so got here pretty quickly.. heh thx for the old chang kee stuff.. oily fatty lipids ar.. havent been exercising and keep eating so much lately.. wakaka.. nvm can build up.. hoho.. then went to bus interchange to take 963.. hmm tt place reminds mi of ky boho and yanwei.. all the roxy times.. stayovers at each of their houses.. na4 xie1 ri4 zi3 bu zai4 you3..
2142hrs Kim San Leng
dinner finalli!! ayee no fried wanton noodle.. sold out liaos.. settled for ba chor mee.. then mr.softee.. wahhh then finalli can go home.. was reallie quite pooped.. cant rem anithing else le.. haha.. juz tt i'm exhausted mentally and physically ._.
a dae to remember..
