Oh? Oh! Oh....

Best Trainee.

And I was the last person to know.

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Good bye

Our bunks are empty.

Our beds lie bare.

The windows are firmly shut.

The shadows, starting to claim back what is rightfully theirs.

Only dust, and fast fading memories remain

Of what was Platoon 2, Batch 13/09, Tactical Communications & Training Company, Signals Institute.

Speed Through Skill, Signals!

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the road to hell is paved with good intentions

I realised I'm too uptight about many things!

Money / Finances; because the guy has to bring home the bacon, a preprogrammed chinese application that can't be deleted.

Friendship; too choosy and somewhat neglectful.

Relationships; No money, no time, no desire.

Then it hit me, I'm such a boring person then! A scrooge with no friends and no relationships.

I set out with the best of intentions to transform myself through a hip and young campaign!

...

Then I realised that that would be exactly what a boring old civil servant would think of. Truely the road to hell is paved with good intentions, all the way to the fire pit.

here we go again

Hustle and bustle all around, packing bags and moving things about.

Leaving this home of carefully arranged towels, highly polished boots and blue sheets.

Happy yet apprehensive of the Big Change.

But our time is up and off we go.

Memories and stories packed carefully in our duffle bags

As we set sail to our latest port of call.

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Mandai Hill Camp

16 C4i Battalion

Here we go again...

Boobs and Brains, or the deprivity of men stranded among other men for too long a period.

Scene: Parade Square. Private S,C,M,J sitting in neat rows and awaiting orders with the rest of the platoon. A platoon of OCTs, Officer Cadet Trainees, marches by, a female OCT within causing much commotion.

S: (Stares at a female OCT marching by)
C: (Observes S's intent look) Whattheheck dude!
S: Hey now, at least she's easy on the eyes then the rest of the dudes here.
C: Easy on the eyes? What, are you blind? If it came to that choice I rather be gay!
M: I would bang anything that moves!
S/C: You would. S: What happened to character and smarts and whatnot? Brains! Thats what attract me!
J: But didn't you go leering at her? Don't tell me were staring at the size of her head?
M: (snicker) Its pretty much flat country we've got there!
S: You're getting it all wrong! I believe in everything, there is a balance. Thus, if a girl's too pretty, she loses out someplace else.
M: I prefer bigger boobs to brains!
C: You would.
J: Actually, I like girls like that too!
S: Is everyone mad? Doesn't anyone appreciate character anymore?
C: ... Too much character is bad for health.
M: And it works for ugly girls too! Cover the top, screw the base!
S: How did this conversation turn out this way?

The OCTs leave for lessons. Our sergeant turns up for our own.

M: Sergeant, would you want that Female OCT to stay on?
Sergeant: No way, her Boobs are far too small.

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EDIT: Unfortunately, this story is based on a true story...

...

there, hiding in between the sentences, there lies meaning!

S: Good Morning

M: Hey there

S: Actually, I didn't mean what I said; I'm sorry.

M: ? What are you trying to say then?

S: What I wanted to say was, I. Love. You.

But, its far too late for that.


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positive(!) thinking(?)

"When the Israelites saw Goliath, they were all cowed by his size and strength. When David saw Goliath, he thought, "This man is so big, I can hit him blindfolded!""

Something learnt in church today. Postive thinking, use it.