IPPT, ISE and other various crap

This past week has been eventful, things that I've been putting effort in have finally paid off (i.e. waking up on the weekends for runs, studying etc)

So, the week kicked off with an exciting (sarcasm) deployment training RT and vehicle guiding till late at night kinda training, had some first hand interaction/(heart 2 heart) talk with our new PS, and we've learnt a lot of *ahem* interesting quirks he possesses. Apart from the frequenting of underaged-nudity-light-pornography that tethers on the edge of both statutory rape and pedophilia; sggirls.com as well as being a fan of infidelity which basically just made him a bastard, a normal, horny cheating bastard but an honest one.

On Thursday, I'm happy to say, that all my "physical fitness" obligations are officially cleared; 2nd Year SoC pass & IPPT Gold so up yours, "UFP", can't touch this~ After that, I headed over to NUS with my beloved tree burning oinkie from the foreign exotic southern land of a thousand island(not the salad sauce) to have my ISE tea session which turns out to be a rather informative session and an epiphany that my next 5 years will be spent mostly with PRCs, probably karma from all the foreigner-jokes I've made for the past few years but then again, fuck Karma, if Karma existed, most PRCs would have died by XXX from how much their own children smoke at a tender age equivalent to when Mozart first played the piano, oh wait....Contrary to popular belief (or rather, my impression), the seniors (or sophomores if you like it) from the ISE club (sophomores who spends time to help freshmen fit in and bond unlike their PRC counterparts, woohoo +2) turned out to be a rather approachable and friendly bunch of people who actually do step up and plan events/outings/etc for their fellow coursemates, and being a small (or rather exclusive club that is known to house only 40+ LOCAL ISE undergrads, ya know, cuz PRCs don't participate in club activities~+3) one would not risk the terrible plight of having too many people in one party, creating a logistical nightmare maelstrom that would drown everyone on board the metaphorical party boat that is fun.

Friday, duty, it's basically a talk cock session ending with me rambling non-stop about stories the borders on the lines of "people taking LSD and entering story telling contests" because I talk smack.

And THAT, is how we roll in 35~


Side note: you are so fake, so, so fake. I don't know why I even bother clinging on to the past when you've changed so much on the inside like kevin federline after britney spears removed him from her tit.