Stifled...

Sunday, December 04, 2005

ACPC...

I just had my ACPC on Friday. It's our award and certificate presentation ceremony. Guess what? I got my sword already. Damn I'm happy.

That's my sword.

What? What do mean it's not mine? Take this.

It's MINE alright...

After going through 6 months of OCC, I finally got my sword and am becoming an officer soon. I'm getting commissioned by the President on the 10th this month. Having parade rehearsals everyday and they are tiring me out, but it's all right. I'm gonna put up a good show.

Anyway, we had a dinner after the ceremony. It's this damn formal dinner what we have in our Number 2 uniforms. It's something like fine dining, with rules to observe and live band playing. The food was damn good, but there was a huge problem. This guy sitting in front of me was talking non-stop, not to mention the fact that he's talking loudly. He's very exaggerating, something like a 'drama king'. Talking and talking. He just can't stop. Whenever he ends a topic, he would immediately think of another topic to crap about. When he can't think of anything else to bullshit about, he turns to ask opinions.

"What do you think..."

"Do you remember..."

"How was..."

Fucking shut up already. He sounded like he was drunk, but insisted that he can manage his alcohol. When others joke like him, he'd say that the others can't hold their liquor. Crap. Furthermore, he would start singing when the live band starts playing. Simply destroyed the music pieces and atmosphere.

Apparently, he's so damn happy that he's commissioning that he can't control his mouth. And he is posted to a unit to become a Dy S2. He's damn proud of it, thinking that he's some big fuck. Babbled nonsene about making a badge to wear to tell people he's a Dy S2. What the fuck? My posting sucked, so it makes me actually want to punch him when he makes so much noise about his fucking posting. Motherfucker...

After the dinner, we had toasts (the drink, not the bread) and lingered around for a while before heading back to bunk. It was around midnight by then. We had to wake up at 6am the next morning for parade rehearsal. Damn. Never mind, at least now I get to come back and at least blog a little.

End...

Hanged @ 5:40 PM