Sent from my 582...
Which cost a princely sum of ~1400 SGD, and heretofore will (hopefully) serve me well as a desktop replacement overseas, assuming DigiPen doesn’t kick me out on the 2nd day for not completing my summer sketchbook assignment before arriving, which appears to the more likely case at the moment.
A Fresh Look
To start off what feels, strangely, nothing at all like a new life.
It’s been more than half a year since I last worried about tanks and treads, and as one might expect, there are quite a few updates that have transpired since I last bothered to update this section of the Internet. For starters, the theme has changed.
Well, I’m ...
Of the army, that is. It’s been, what, 3 days? I still don’t see the Lord Himself descending from the heavens to give me my goddamn medal or plaque of survival. Indeed, something of this nature should be accompanied by the cracking open of the Earth’s very core, with rainbows and bunny rabbits pouring forth till it runneth over.
Excuse the horrible language right there, though; I’m currently rather busy with other endeavours at the moment. I’ll try to explain in a few days, but even that’s looking mighty unlikely. I’ll see.
A plethora of in...
Would not be enough to convey the sheer amount of life that has transpired while my online presence has been, for lack of a better term, lacking. I do hope that’s over and done with, though: I’d hate to think I blew all that cash on my very own domain for nothing.
I must say, though, it has been a rough couple of months. I was recently involved in my Army Open House held at Pasir Laba Camp from the 3rd to the 7th of September, which preparations required me to (finally!) get out of my normal holding area in Sungei Gedong camp and over to the much-more inhabitable world of the School of Infantry Specialists.
Well, at least outside of the school, at any rate. Anyway, long Army rant ahead, so yea, if you want the really juicy bit, scroll all the way down.
Parting Shots
Are all I have to offer for this particular update. It’s sad: tragic, perhaps, but life goes on.
I’ve been drafted for a Bionix driving course for quite some time now, and tomorrow marks its beginning. What I didn’t know was that this course would also include the Operator Maintenance course, adding an additional 2 unwanted weeks of staying in my army premises. Totalling 4 horrific weeks of learning how to work the various parts and wheels of the Bionix Armoured Fighting Vehicle.
I wouldn’t be so pissed off if I wasn’t already driving the fucking thing almost every day that I’m in camp and hard at work. Seriously, I could probably drive the thing without a ground guide and have zero problems whatsoever. It sure as hell is easier to handle than the Bronco.
But ho! I shall not spend my last free night musing over such unhappy prospects. Instead, I shall feast over sushi, sashimi and tempura udon (which I already have), play Team Fortress 2 until my eyes pop out from mario_kart (I’m currently trying to stop the retinal bleed) and now, work on updating this section of the interweb with my recent endeavours, amateurish though they might be.
National Day
Is viewed as a annual culmination of our country’s efforts to bind us Singaporeans together, reminding us all that we are but a community, a hive mind desperate to avoid any form of internal strife, whatever the cost. We work together for the progress of our nation, toiling to bring Her the grain and earth that She needs to expand Her influence over the rest of the universe.
At least, you’d probably think that way if you’ve been listening to half the crap that comes out from all avenues of our life around this time of year.
This year’s National Day celebrations took place at the Marina Bay floating platform, right next to the ubiquitous Benjamin Shears Bridge that links our city hub to the residences of the East.