In Continuum.

Delayed Finals

You guys must be wondering how it is,that on a cooling Thursday evening,i am sitting in front of my computer blogging about the week in camp.Well,it is slightly more complicated(And interesting)than the usual weeks,when i have Nights Off and stuff,heading home from camp located in the middle of nowhere.

Basically,the army works in ways,somewhat like schools.With the brain-drained sergeants and the fact that "field trips" actually means "Swamp Trips" aside,the army do organise rugby matches,soccer matches and stuff like that between Divisions.Now,dont even start asking me what a Division is,because i havent a clue what it is.Take it as "Schools",i guess.

Anyway,miraculously,my division(The third)managed to claim a place in the finals in this year's rugby match.I remember last year losing to the same ruggers,and we were actually on television,cheering for them while Diana Ser stood in between us,shielding her ears to our ear-piercing screaming.

So the bus ferried us to Nee Soon camp today,to support the boys on the field,hoping that by inviting the whole battalion of men dressed in dorky looking PT singlets we would claim the title today.A little back story to today's event.It was actually supposed to be held last week,but due to rain last week it was postponed to today instead.

Anyhow,so the lot of us gathered in the canteen and waited for the game to start.Personally,as i sat on the grand stand reading Michael Cunningham's "Specimen Days"(Which is,by the way,intriguing,weird and interesting all at once),i secretly prayed for rain to come pouring down upon us.That'd mean the cancellation of the game,a whole night off,plus another day when we have to flock to Nee Soon camp for another match.Time wastage is perhaps the best thing any army guy can hope for,anytime,anywhere when it comes to physically demanding training.Time wasted NOT doing those activities can be seen as anything from being Shangri-La to being upon Cloud #9.

So the clouds soon gathered as i prayed,and secretly in my head i punched my fist in the air,ran to the RSM and spat him in the fact.But of course,i didnt exactly do that,but cheered with a friend of mine as the first drop of rain impacted the ground before our feet.

The rain poured,and it poured,and it lasted longer than anybody expected.We waited for the rain to stop initially,hoping that by the time it does we can go on with the rugby match.Thankfully,to me anyway,the rain only got heavier as the day wore on.I spent the afternoon reading Michael Cunningham's strange novel,while See Hwee had his head buried between the pages of some PC magazine.Kenneth and I talked also,about the greatness of the book he was reading,"The Kite Runner".Jonathan,on the other hand,was just being a jackass as he is.

The RSM finally announced,clearly to his dismay,that we were allowed to get out of camp.By then it was already 5pm,and still it was raining.Finding a way out of Nee Soon camp was tricky,considering the lack of any sort of sheltered walkway and most of all,the size of the bloody camp(It takes an hour and a half to completely stroll around the perimeter of the camp).So the lot of us took short cuts,as much as possible,under shelters and around corners towards the main gate.This dude,who was in a hurry to get into a shelter,rain into a chain that was dangling between two poles on either side of him,and knocked him off his feet.He turned out all right,but that scared the shit out of everybody who actually witnessed it.

Anyway,i managed to call cab and got home only just now.Almost thirteen dollars down the drain,just like that.And i was wondering if the cab driver was homosexual or not,judging from the way he peered through the rear mirror and the way he asked me for directions.I learnt ACCT,i reminded myself.And if he were to drive me to some middle-of-nowhere places at least he'd be in for some serious ass-kicking,which i will elaborate in the next entry.