As I slept my life away in camp, I woke up one day with the stark realisation that I was going to be 20 this year. I started to wonder if I were an eglible reader of the teenage magazine. Readers of my blog who are haters of Army stories, well well, only one year plus more to go. How about that eh?
How did I come upon this grusome relevation? I suppose it had got to do with my PC's birthday which fell on a day during which we couldn't book out. Kindly examine the conversation that ensued.
DS: Why don't we make something for El capitane?
rest: Don't want la.
DS: How about we order a pizza?
rest: Ex le.
DS: Then how?
rest: No need la.
DS: Huh? but Staff Sergeant pressure me say today his birthday le.how?
rest: really no need la. Giving is on your own free will one ma. No need to kena pressurise.
And so it so happened that nothing was done at all for our PC's birthday. Not even a song. Well, maybe there was a song, who knows? Rather sad really if you think about it. Working with a bunch of guys 24/7 who did not care about your birthday. But then, that's the army for you.
For many guys , this age would be one to look forward to. No. Not for access to porn flicks , that would be the next year, but for their pink Identification Cards. In other words, ORD.
Now I really must give credit to Tekong's Basic Military Training Centre for making the swap from pink IC to the Blue 11B such a uneventful one. It were as if it were an everyday occurance, a one-day off thing after which we would get back our pink ICs and carry on with our daily lives. I still remember the moment it happened, as did many other guys.We were outside the Auditorium in Tekong.
Being the monkey-see-money-do, blur like sotong recruit that I was, obediently queued up behind other people. There was this nice guy in front collecting our pink ICs as if that entitled us to some lucky draw which I supposed came later. When my turn came he just nonchantantly took my pink IC and thinking that I had just been entered in the contest in which I could win an I-pod mini , prayed that I got the first prize.
If only I had known.
And to celebrate my coming one year aniversary of being in the Army , I decided to get a G-mail account.
Yes, I know I'm slow. Yes, I know the G stands for Google. What? You also don't know what it is ah? Poor thing ah , you must be some social reject society has forgotten.
G-mail
is a free, search-based webmail service that includes 1,000 megabytes (1 gigabyte) of storage. The backbone of Gmail is a powerful Google search engine that quickly finds any message an account owner has ever sent or received. That means there's no need to file messages in order to find them again.
Sound good to you? Well, it does to me. 1 GB is alot of space and that's not to mention the search engine function which just is impressive. I heard that E-mail attachments are so fast, you could aattach the entire matrix movie trilogy and still be not able to finish your breakfast. And you know what's the best thing? It is not offered to everyone.
And I don't even know how to sign up. How sad.
The best thing you get are updates to G-mail services through your E-mail account.
Blog readers who are in the know already please enlighten me through the comments. Thanks.
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