Argh! I hate outfields! It was definitely designed to test mental and physical endurance.
The chiong suas, the damp, slimely, foul uniforms, camou-cream and most importantly, HEAT RASH. Why?!?!?!?!
Moral dips majorly every outfield. Its like doing something I hate most. The worst part is, there are 2 outfields next week in a 6 day work week! OMG. just kill me.
Armour Infantry, Armour + Infantry training :( Nothing gets close to this man.
I feel so shallow talking about these kind of things considering the notion of why I had set this blog up in the first place.
It was to hone and sharpen my language skills, expressing swirling, formless thoughts into words. Not to rant aimlessly, blabber, wail and moan about my predicament.
But then again, I guess everyone's a naggy, complain-y bitch that feels that he or her is in the worst ever predicament on earth possible.
And training has evidently taken a toll on my mental health, not even 70% cocoa chocolate or "Old Gold" as advertised can cheer me up. Perhaps some off will :)
You cant exactly blame in on the phrase " Life is unfair" can you when your mood spirals downwards and you see people enjoying.
I NEED TO FIND SOME HAPPINESS IN ALL THIS NEGATIVE ENERGY/THINKING!
苦中作乐!