Can anybody find me somebody to love?
Each morning I get up I die a little
Can barely stand on my feet
Take a look in the mirror and cry
Lord what you're doing to me
I have spent all my years in believing you
But I just can't get no relief, Lord!
Somebody, somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love?
Each morning I get up I die a little
Can barely stand on my feet
Take a look in the mirror and cry
Lord what you're doing to me
I have spent all my years in believing you
But I just can't get no relief, Lord!
Somebody, somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love?
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Ok, super rushed post today. Recently it seems that I've been pushing all my posts to just before I book in again, terrible practice. Oh well.
Straight to it then: The people at the army like to use the words "thinking soldiers", constantly referring to us as so, and insisting that we behave as such. How, may I ask, can soldiers be thinking ones when every rational question "why?" is rapidly berated and quelled? Commanders don't like being asked questions about what they're doing to us, for some reason or another. Asking why is almost suicidal when it comes to certain ones. So what do we recruits end up doing? "Suck thumb" is a term I've come to learn and learn well in the past weeks, from fellow bunk mates. It seems to fit in quite well in this circumstance.
Yes, although I failed to mention it, I've been attending City Harvest Church, somehow got connected to a group of people over there (long story, rushing for time). Anyway, most of them are older than me, but their a nice bunch. I also miss the quality preaching you get there that is so rare to find in Australia. What can you expect from a church that size, I guess? Kong Hee is excellent, and for the moment I'm quite happy here, though perhaps in the near future, it might be more worthwhile finding a cell group closer to my age...?
Oh yes. This weekend, I succumbed to peer pressure and found myself buying a PSP. Two reasons: PSPs are one of the few recreational activities that don't breach any stupid rule, and are thus allowed in camp. Also, about half my bunk guys already have them. So on Saturday 4 of us from my section headed down to Sim Lim Square and got ourselves a good deal. So far, it's been great. Too many games to play/get through, and the battery life is not that great, but hey it's a PSP. Who cares.
Books are the other recreational activity, but getting acquainted with the libraries around are another thing I need to do. However, one of my bunk-mates kindly brought a trilogy during one of the book ins, from the Warcraft series =D. War of the Ancients it was called, and I'm currently on the last book of the trilogy. So far, it's been great. Excellent in fact. What to expect from Richard A. Knaak I guess. Maybe it's just the sad lack of recreation in a place like my camp.
In relation to that... One rather averse change in my personality that seems to have arisen ever since I stepped into camp that has somewhat worried me: Simply put, i'm seeing too much of my recent self in none other than the character of Illidan Stormrage. Not his circumstances, not his abilities, but his character. If you've read enough Warcraft fiction/know the story well enough, you'd understand. No more on that. If you're interested, I recommend reading this. Doubt most of you will have the patience nor interest, but there you go.
The last week of training in camp has been killer, especially the last 2 days Wednesday and Thursday. The training was so intense most of us were probably at the point of collapse at some point during it. They said no details, so sorry to all of you guys. MSN me if you're interested =). I think it took pure mental strength just to keep myself from blacking out, no longer bordering on just physical endurance. Very scary. And painful.
But there you go, I'm already late, so see you all next week.
Bye.
Ok, super rushed post today. Recently it seems that I've been pushing all my posts to just before I book in again, terrible practice. Oh well.
Straight to it then: The people at the army like to use the words "thinking soldiers", constantly referring to us as so, and insisting that we behave as such. How, may I ask, can soldiers be thinking ones when every rational question "why?" is rapidly berated and quelled? Commanders don't like being asked questions about what they're doing to us, for some reason or another. Asking why is almost suicidal when it comes to certain ones. So what do we recruits end up doing? "Suck thumb" is a term I've come to learn and learn well in the past weeks, from fellow bunk mates. It seems to fit in quite well in this circumstance.
Yes, although I failed to mention it, I've been attending City Harvest Church, somehow got connected to a group of people over there (long story, rushing for time). Anyway, most of them are older than me, but their a nice bunch. I also miss the quality preaching you get there that is so rare to find in Australia. What can you expect from a church that size, I guess? Kong Hee is excellent, and for the moment I'm quite happy here, though perhaps in the near future, it might be more worthwhile finding a cell group closer to my age...?
Oh yes. This weekend, I succumbed to peer pressure and found myself buying a PSP. Two reasons: PSPs are one of the few recreational activities that don't breach any stupid rule, and are thus allowed in camp. Also, about half my bunk guys already have them. So on Saturday 4 of us from my section headed down to Sim Lim Square and got ourselves a good deal. So far, it's been great. Too many games to play/get through, and the battery life is not that great, but hey it's a PSP. Who cares.
Books are the other recreational activity, but getting acquainted with the libraries around are another thing I need to do. However, one of my bunk-mates kindly brought a trilogy during one of the book ins, from the Warcraft series =D. War of the Ancients it was called, and I'm currently on the last book of the trilogy. So far, it's been great. Excellent in fact. What to expect from Richard A. Knaak I guess. Maybe it's just the sad lack of recreation in a place like my camp.
In relation to that... One rather averse change in my personality that seems to have arisen ever since I stepped into camp that has somewhat worried me: Simply put, i'm seeing too much of my recent self in none other than the character of Illidan Stormrage. Not his circumstances, not his abilities, but his character. If you've read enough Warcraft fiction/know the story well enough, you'd understand. No more on that. If you're interested, I recommend reading this. Doubt most of you will have the patience nor interest, but there you go.
The last week of training in camp has been killer, especially the last 2 days Wednesday and Thursday. The training was so intense most of us were probably at the point of collapse at some point during it. They said no details, so sorry to all of you guys. MSN me if you're interested =). I think it took pure mental strength just to keep myself from blacking out, no longer bordering on just physical endurance. Very scary. And painful.
But there you go, I'm already late, so see you all next week.
Bye.
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