<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737210046548823499</id><updated>2012-02-17T07:41:10.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M2 Gangsters</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ZOMBiE CyGiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843238545080314691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737210046548823499.post-1347623451136449503</id><published>2007-03-01T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:40:02.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Results</title><content type='html'>Released after IPPT test today to get our results tml. We booked out at 7pm after dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737210046548823499-1347623451136449503?l=m2-gangsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/feeds/1347623451136449503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737210046548823499&amp;postID=1347623451136449503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/1347623451136449503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/1347623451136449503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/2007/03/getting-results.html' title='Getting Results'/><author><name>ZOMBiE CyGiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843238545080314691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737210046548823499.post-8095492341558897388</id><published>2007-02-23T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:39:17.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basic Assault Course</title><content type='html'>The morning was kicked start wif Agility Grp Running. It involves continuous running for half an hr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, the Basic Assault Course awaits him. First, we were ordered to take cover bhind a wall. Upon seeing the coast is clear, we supposed to dash to the dummy soldier and kick it twice. Next, we ran over a log. Soon, the 2nd dummy soldier came to sight. we raised our rifle in his hand and did a side butt swing at it. It did not end juz there. The 2nd dummy soldier was also given a front swing by us. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After torturing the 2nd dummy soldier, we baby crawled thru a zinc tunnel and arrived at our nx dummy. we gave it a abs kick and a rifle headbutt. The onslaught ended. Soon, we were on the run again. This time, we back crawled under sharp wires to the nx dummy. The 4th dummy was also given the same treatment as the 3rd dummy, but the latter was spared frm a groin wack frm the rifle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wif tt, we crawled thru the last stretch of wire and at the last dummy, we thrusted the rifle butt twice on its head. The course, though 100m long, was filled wif mud trenches. we were not spared frm the dirty fight. we soon found ourselves cleaning gears in the evening. HAHA! Poor thing..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737210046548823499-8095492341558897388?l=m2-gangsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/feeds/8095492341558897388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737210046548823499&amp;postID=8095492341558897388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/8095492341558897388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/8095492341558897388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/2007/02/basic-assault-course.html' title='Basic Assault Course'/><author><name>ZOMBiE CyGiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843238545080314691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737210046548823499.post-7703555255876339445</id><published>2007-02-22T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:35:41.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Day</title><content type='html'>In the morning, we went to the gym. The gym is pretty much similar to school's. After the workout there, they were given some time to rest b4 their nx assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The afternoon training proves to be a tough challenge for us, as there was the Basic Close Combat Training (BCCT). It teaches how to use one's rifle to poke one's enemy in battle. The training was soon followed up by Strength Training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737210046548823499-7703555255876339445?l=m2-gangsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/feeds/7703555255876339445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737210046548823499&amp;postID=7703555255876339445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/7703555255876339445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/7703555255876339445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/2007/02/in-morning-we-went-to-gym.html' title='Tough Day'/><author><name>ZOMBiE CyGiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843238545080314691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737210046548823499.post-3694454245231636139</id><published>2007-02-16T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:33:03.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy CNY!</title><content type='html'>Get to book out at 5.45pm today after dinner. We get some special lunch and dinner cos of CNY. Finally a long book out till Tuesday nite. Yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737210046548823499-3694454245231636139?l=m2-gangsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/feeds/3694454245231636139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737210046548823499&amp;postID=3694454245231636139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/3694454245231636139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/3694454245231636139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-cny.html' title='Happy CNY!'/><author><name>ZOMBiE CyGiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843238545080314691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737210046548823499.post-354058620374040192</id><published>2007-02-09T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:36:11.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HG</title><content type='html'>Hand grenade day! Remembered some cockster lost his safetly ring after throwing it, and everyone were sent to look for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first got one practise, then throw the real grenade. The impact sibei big...can feel the sock wave. Basically, u go into the grenade range, wait till your turn, collect the bomb and when asked, enter the bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the bay, say "I, (nric) (rank) (name), Right Master hand, No Sweaty Palm, requesting permission to enter the bay sir!". Your officer will give u permission to enter the U-shaped bay. He will ask u to prepare grenade, u take i out and hold it with both hands outside the bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Command will be given to get ready, then twist safety pin, pull it and take it out and reply "grenade prepared and ready to be thrown sir!" The grenade has a safety pin, and it will detonate only when the safety pin and lever are detached. So after pulling the safety pin, it will take 6 secs to explode after the safety lever is released, which is when the grenade leaves your palm when u throw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now commander will tap your shoulder and u throw it. On seeing where it land, by the 4th second u should be squatting down behind the bay and wait for the explosion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are quite some cases of blinds, meaning the grenade wun explode on throwing. Then the C4 charger will be placed and BOOOM, blow everything up together. That on the explosion is like....blowing off the whole BMTC liddat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsurprisingly, all the commanders were very very nice to us on that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737210046548823499-354058620374040192?l=m2-gangsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/feeds/354058620374040192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737210046548823499&amp;postID=354058620374040192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/354058620374040192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/354058620374040192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/2007/09/hg.html' title='HG'/><author><name>ZOMBiE CyGiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843238545080314691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737210046548823499.post-1516778471196076279</id><published>2007-02-05T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:29:23.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sit Test</title><content type='html'>SIT Test means Situational test. Basically its smthing like your JC/Sec skool team bonding games. Put u in a group and then give u a sort of puzzle or situation to solve. Everyone gets a chance to be leader, then the accessors (external re-service officers) will see your leadership potential. Its a out field, in-the-forest thingy, 3 day 2 nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 5 2007&lt;br /&gt;Sit test day one. Its the usual road march to camp site. How sian. 12km this time. The camp site is the same third camp sit for field camp. Lots of mozzies and sandflies. Great. Good game. Come back build pasha and thats it for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 6 2007&lt;br /&gt;Sit Test day two. Started with the horrible 4km fast march, which is virtually running with  LBV, helmet, long four and rifle. Followed up by the Sit test itself, which consisted of lots of small small missions. There is this story about demolishing the enemy's bridge Dragon near Danger Water. Not gonna elaborate on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 7 2007&lt;br /&gt;Sit test last day. Same as day two, 2km fast march and the sit test items. Went back Coy Line at 3pm and had canteen break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737210046548823499-1516778471196076279?l=m2-gangsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/feeds/1516778471196076279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737210046548823499&amp;postID=1516778471196076279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/1516778471196076279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/1516778471196076279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/2007/01/sit-test.html' title='Sit Test'/><author><name>ZOMBiE CyGiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843238545080314691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737210046548823499.post-655283328303416911</id><published>2007-02-01T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:19:20.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CO supervising the SOC</title><content type='html'>The day was kicked start wif the CO supervising the Standard Obstacle Course (SOC). The CO was like the head of BMTC. The commanders were shocked tt the CO will be supervising them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, everyone had an afternoon nap b4 gg for strength training.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737210046548823499-655283328303416911?l=m2-gangsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/feeds/655283328303416911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737210046548823499&amp;postID=655283328303416911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/655283328303416911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/655283328303416911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/2007/02/co-supervising-soc.html' title='CO supervising the SOC'/><author><name>ZOMBiE CyGiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843238545080314691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737210046548823499.post-3114150582392926765</id><published>2007-01-31T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:13:23.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BCCT</title><content type='html'>The day started wif the close combat training. Its somehow similar to taekwondo, which involves kicking and punching. The only difference tt separates taekwondo and their training was tt theirs involve more kicking and punching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was the Grenade assault course. Again out field with all the mug and stuff…throwing grenade from different different position.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737210046548823499-3114150582392926765?l=m2-gangsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/feeds/3114150582392926765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737210046548823499&amp;postID=3114150582392926765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/3114150582392926765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/3114150582392926765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/2007/01/bcct.html' title='BCCT'/><author><name>ZOMBiE CyGiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843238545080314691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737210046548823499.post-4507171206664780063</id><published>2007-01-21T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:12:51.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January 21 2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Field Camp Day 1. Field Camp started. Fuck day as usual, i knew it...it started with the one minute drill of taking everything out, then check pack by pack then putting them back in one minute. Timer got punished for purposely timing damn slowly...cos the damned field pack is too small (though it looked big)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a 12km road march to the camp site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch, when we were told to take out our ration. I was about to get my fork and spoon when they say no need. Huh? No fork no spoon how eat? So i just grabbed a pack of field ration and rushed off to the front of the camp site (they call it admin place) and sat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The field ration is packet of green aluminum, and on pressing the content...its sort of...soggy and mashed up inside. On top printed "Yellow Rice with chicken". Hor...yellow rice with chicken. Im still figuring out how to eat it when others had already tore the packet open and squeese the content and eat. Well the food inside is like a paste, so its just like a tube of toothpaste, u squeese the content and u take from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not as bad as its said lah, i mean i eat anything...so i just gobble down the whole packet. After lunch, we sent back to perfect our basha again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later, we were asked to view some demonstration of the commanders fighting, how to spot enemy and stuff. Nothing spectacular, but the weather is cooling, so i began to feel much better liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos our pasha is really CMI, so its back to basha building again. Nite soon falls and we consumed our dinner. After dinner, we went to do nite training - Listening post. Basically we hide behind a bunch of bushes and tries to listen to what the commanders in front are toking about. I still remeber there was some song playing at first, then followed by someone doing six push ups, then someone said smthing about not giving face to Amza, then stealing rifle at 2345 and imitating Patrick with his ang moh accent reporting the temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were quite some i missed out on....but who cares man, we went for RO (Routine Order, meaning telling u the shedule for the next day and some debriefing matters). Then its powder bathing time, each of us are to bring out the GoreTex jacket as groundsheet, then strip naked and powder like water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one we were asked to "ease-spring, squeese trigger" (commander used in rifle range to release the rifle's spring to uncock it.) Simply meaning u pull and release your underwear's rubber strap and must be able to see powder puffing out, meaning u powdered your groin area enuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up return to basha and i had quite a good rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;January 22 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day of field camp. After 5BX is breakfast just some lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon was the practicing of the Fire Movement Drill. Simply saying its now to attack an enemy in a group of three. There is this three friendly force to one enemy rule, meaning a group of three ppl will only take down one enemy. Among the three got one IC and two men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three will walk in a file formation, which is staggered positioned. Meaning the first guy to the left, the second guy (the IC) to the right behind the first guy and the last guy to the left of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When an enemy fires of, all three will prone immediately and leopard crawl to the nearest shelter (the trees in this case) facing the enemy in a straight extended line and start firing off to tell the enemy that you are returning fire, no need to hit him now. Then the IC will scan the area and locate the postion of the enemy while the rest are firing off. "GROUP! Straight Ahead! Hundred (meters)! Tree! Enemy behind Tree!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now IC shout "GROUP! Advance!". The two men will fire at the spot where the enemy is hiding so that the enemy will have to hide behind his cover. Using this opportunity, the IC will move one bound in front. A bound is a tree length, meaning moving to behind next tree, since down there all the trees are neatly planted. Now IC will shoot and suppress the enemy fire while the two men will move to the next tree (now in line with the IC).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep doing until the group about a few bounds in front of enemy, by then he should be dead. The ICE (stop moving and observe for anymore enemies) the group. Then SPIDER (comb the area). The IC move in high alert to the next bound and high kneel there, then the two men do the same to get inline once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICE the group again and then ORANGE, where the IC will deploy the two men behind, forming a triangle about the dead enemy with rifle pointing out of the group and stay to observe for further enemy fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now after a while, the group number off, "One OK!", "Two OK!", "Three OK! ALL OK!". IC will say "to my six oclock position, back to track, follow me!" then move to where u should be going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually still got flanking, where u throw a smoke grenade and one guy will kept shooting while two other will move one big round to beside the enemy. Enemy dunno cos the smoke screen is blocking, and tot the group still there in front, cos still got one guy firing there. The two throws a fragmentation grenade to the enemy and upon hearing the explosion the guy in front stops firing. Then the two will approach and kill the enemy by surprise from the side. "Foxtrot Lemme" command is given to flank left hand side and "Foxtrot Romeo" means flank right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun part is that we were given blanks to fire off. Blank bullet dun shoot anything out, but gopt tons of smoke and sound thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these pretty much filled the day and ya we are back in the camp side enjoying our sumptuous field rations. By then our field pack is really filled to the brim liao...cos more rations came and we cant finish the previous rations. New clothing resupply came also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At nite is a nite walk, nothing much. Not scary as last time NPCC's phantom walk. Five minutes complete liao, and each guy is deployed 10 seconds after another, so ya bascially u can see your friend in front there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sleep....snore snore..snore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January 23 2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day of camp. We destroyed our basha that morning and went more more Fire Movement Drill. After lunch, we marched off to our second camp site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY! What kinda camp site is this? This one the reclaimed part of Tekong. The ground is very wet and covered with fallen leaves, prolly cos of the rain before that ba. The mosquitoes really lots and lots...i step down only got four mossies on each hand sucking my blood dry liao. They can even pierce through my uniform to suck my blood sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Shaun changed from his PT shirt to uniform, then i saw his back! WTF! His back totally rotten liao! I think its heat rash! Sent to medic, and medic ask to apply lots of Prickly Heat...then ya...just liddat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night was..terrible, after i changed to a new set of uniform and applying lots of insect repellent, it started drizzling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no basha this time, just sleep on the groundsheet. The rain got bigger and bigger and all we could do is to put on our Gore Tex jacket. The cold is like....DAMN COLD LAH....just damn cold until my teeth clattered on each other. In the morning still needa change into PT shirt for 5BX...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January 24 2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth day of camp. Today should be technical break liao. We did a Stand Two in the morning, prone there pretend wait for enemy to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had some lecture and got punished for lots of stupid stuff. When recovering from push up position, Stanley just cant stand up! I saw ppl pulling him, seems that his knees are acting up again. And can tell its really really bad this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now time to dig shell scrape. What isit? Its a grave! you dog your own grave! But the "grave" actually covers you from enemy fire. So its like u have shellscrapes surrounding the camp site, in alternate position and soldiers lie in there to defend the campsite from enemy attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds simple ah? Dig hold only. I tell u its fucking tiring, especially after all the shit for the past days. Halfway through, i was asked to go clear the shit at the shitting point. In out field, the toilet is as such that the pee point is just a long white strap across two trees, u pee beyond the white strap. Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the shit point...its like a little hut make from canvas (no roof, use canvas walls) with deep holes there, u suppose to shit in the hole and use some soil to cover it up. Means one shit hole can use limited times before its completely covered. Honestly before field camp i already trained myself to keep my shit for six days liao. The shit point is simply disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some bastard dint shit properly, one big lump of shit there, covered with gigantic flies. Me and some suay ppl suppose to light up solid fuel to chase away all the flied, then burn the shit and cover them up and shift to a new shitting point. Nice job man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to digging my grave, or they still prefer call it "shellscrape". Mine was horrible, and i was like again hands and legs trembling from the terrible heat after a nite of terrible rain. Thanks to the others who helped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took hours and hours to dig finish the shell scrape. Upon realising lots of the shellscrape are flooding (cos u suppose to sleep inside), they call us to cover up the hole after the commanders examined our grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They then rushed us for lunch and we were told last minute the media will be here to film. WTF...got to march with field pack! Shaun fell out, asthma attack and was sent back to Company Line immediately cos he had too much complications (heat rash, backbone shifted, asthma, abdominal pain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We given half an hour break there after marching some time while waiting for the media ppl to get ready. By then feeling much better, rested and drank up. Touch up on our camouflage make up and ya...wayang time! we march and sang damn loud while the cameraman panned the camera across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the camp site, we were told we can bathe! Changed to admin shirt and took some water, strip naked and woooooo! nice man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then packed our field pack and threw away all the remaining rations and gave back our dirty uniform. The day passed quite peacefully. We retired to sleep quite early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January 25 2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth day liao. Shit ending le. Everything was fine until 1am when it starts drizzling again. Ok lah....little rain only...but when it reaches 4am...the drizzle suddenly became a downpour! The rain was so deep that we got to be evacuated to a training shack for shelter amist our nite rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept from 4am till about 8am in the training shack. Sleep while sitting down...some anyhow lie about...no one really cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the rain stops, we went back tp camp site. We saw our field pack all downed in the ground. Apparently the ground was soft cos we dug our shell scrape and covered it back there, so the rain water collected and ya...most of our field pack and ground sheets were soaking in "milo". We still gotta keep them and then eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through, it rained again and taken back to the training shack once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain stopped about an hour later and we got ready for the Group Battle Course. Bascially its the same as what were taught the few days back. How to attack enemy as a group and all that, but now its like a test, the commander will lead a path then u wun noe when the enemy will fire and attack. Suppose to test your immediate reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as things are getting excited and everyone were ready to empty their magazine of bullets....the rain came back AGAIN! Same thing...back to training shack for cover and the rain continued till 5pm. We had dinner and the wait for rain to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were given a new camp site, near the trianing shack, where ppl should built basha on. So there were drainage left there, so even if it rains it wun flood. But thankfully the weather was nice to us that nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January 26 2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final day of field camp. We woke up damn early to pack all our stuff and took breakfast and loaded our field packs onto a tonner there drove them back to company line in advance. Then marched to the BIC (Battle Inoculation Course). We had lots of waiting for dunno what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BIC is to simulate wartime when u suppose to crawl from one place to another. So went in there, we leopard crawled all the way and back crawl at the last few meters. on top of our heads are three machine guns shooting live rounds. Damn scary, never stand up else u die. Well but i tot the machine guns are pretty high (like two storey high).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body super all mud and sand. They use fire hose to spray them off and a tonner took us back to company line to have lunch there - combat rations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn irritating, the sun was so fuck hot and we were made to clean our rifle there. At 4pm it started raining and we were told to go back our bunk and wash up and ready for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was in canteen. Normally we have our food in cook house, everyone eating same thing. Now in canteen u get to choose and buy food! YEah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737210046548823499-4507171206664780063?l=m2-gangsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/feeds/4507171206664780063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737210046548823499&amp;postID=4507171206664780063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/4507171206664780063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/4507171206664780063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/2007/01/field-camp.html' title='Field Camp'/><author><name>ZOMBiE CyGiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843238545080314691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737210046548823499.post-3537422518223353722</id><published>2007-01-18T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:12:42.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Airing Undies</title><content type='html'>We juz completed their shooting test. So it was Platoon 3 and 4's turn at the target shootout zone today. We were relieved tt today they wont be doing anything special. We juz had to clean up all the shit we left at the scene yest. Haha juz kidding. We were bz cleaning his rifle, packing stuff for field camp and other misc jobs in the bunk, like airing their smelly and wet uniforms and undies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737210046548823499-3537422518223353722?l=m2-gangsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/feeds/3537422518223353722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737210046548823499&amp;postID=3537422518223353722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/3537422518223353722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/3537422518223353722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/2007/01/airing-undies.html' title='Airing Undies'/><author><name>ZOMBiE CyGiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843238545080314691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737210046548823499.post-5257133548184065347</id><published>2007-01-17T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:12:35.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Shooting</title><content type='html'>Today is the expected live shooting exercise. It took place in some remote part of Tekong. Since the place was too remote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 5 tonner military lorry, capable of transporting abt 30 men and equipment, picked us at the transport station. The journey was short, but the roads were bumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the lorry came to a halt. We were amazed at wad he saw. Nth but several target practice. Everyone went for weapon zeroing, which is to offset the rifle's aim to one's eye. Due to the lack of space to carry out the live fire, platoon 3 and 4 were sent back to their camp and their shooting exercise will commence the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for M2, we took lunch at 12. After lunch, we entered the unfamiliar outdoor firing chamber and shot (I meant frm the rifle, b4 u think of smth else). The targets were all same as the IMT simulator, but the difference is the real fire recoil is damn, DAMN loud and explosive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was a hands on exercise, lots of rifle jammed repeatedly and lots of reshooting were put in place. Lots of targets were spoiled. For instance, the target nv seemed to respond when Stanley hit the target, which affected his overall grade. In addition, there were times where the magazine went faulty, tt is bullets wont feed into rifle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole shooting practice lasted until 1230 am. It was a gruesome day for M2, but everyone managed to pass the overall test. Surprisingly, for some who failed his morning shooting, the nite shooting saved some of his ass and it brought his result to a pass grade. Of cos, the advantage of nite shooting is one can aim and fire at own time own target and at nearer distance frm the target.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737210046548823499-5257133548184065347?l=m2-gangsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/feeds/5257133548184065347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737210046548823499&amp;postID=5257133548184065347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/5257133548184065347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/5257133548184065347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/2007/01/live-shooting.html' title='Live Shooting'/><author><name>ZOMBiE CyGiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843238545080314691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737210046548823499.post-3530506748408318797</id><published>2007-01-16T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:12:29.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judging Distance</title><content type='html'>IFC is nx on task list. First, we had to judge the distance using only his eyes, thumb and feet. Then, we had to determine tt distance by drawing on a range card. A range card is a simple map of the surroundings, indicating one's arc or boundary of fire and some other prominent landmarks. This is to aid reinforcement troop understand the surrounding when they replace yr position if u die in war.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737210046548823499-3530506748408318797?l=m2-gangsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/feeds/3530506748408318797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737210046548823499&amp;postID=3530506748408318797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/3530506748408318797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/3530506748408318797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/2007/01/judging-distance.html' title='Judging Distance'/><author><name>ZOMBiE CyGiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843238545080314691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737210046548823499.post-809579030615205516</id><published>2007-01-12T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:12:22.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to prone</title><content type='html'>Same thing again...AGR in the morning canceled halfway, followed by IFC once again. The rain is fucking big and we were made to roll in the wet field. Learnt how to approach the enemy. Walk walk walk then when contacted with enemy, prone down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prone down:&lt;br /&gt;1. Squat with master hand supporting ground, another hand hold rifle forward&lt;br /&gt;2. thrust out both legs, like push up liddat. Another hand still holding the rifle, pointing forward.&lt;br /&gt;3. let go of master hand and grip rifle properly and take aim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the supressing fire suppose to attack enemy, so this chance u can stand up and advance forward to the next cover. within 4 seconds, u need to prone again. If u haven reach your shelter, then u leopard crawl there. Why 4 seconds? Cos an average human take 4 seconds to aim and squeeze trigger. So within 4 seconds u got to prone to avoid getting hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the lesson, same as the day before, all wet all mud and my boots is like got tapole lying eggs inside liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again damn shagged and sick and still got to clean the rifle and mud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737210046548823499-809579030615205516?l=m2-gangsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/feeds/809579030615205516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737210046548823499&amp;postID=809579030615205516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/809579030615205516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/809579030615205516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-to-prone.html' title='How to prone'/><author><name>ZOMBiE CyGiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843238545080314691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737210046548823499.post-1050165585716565530</id><published>2007-01-11T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:12:16.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roll in Mud</title><content type='html'>Morning's PT was canceled due to the heavy rain. No OTOT also. Happy. Then got some lecture on IFC (Individual Field Craft). Then lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we lethargically put on our LBV, helmet, long four and rifle and proceed to the outfield for practise on camouflage. They never really taught us how to put on camouflage cream...We anyhow anyhow lor. The base is green in colour, then three black strips from left top to right bottom of your face to cover your nose and your two cheek bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your body, stuff grass into the shoulder rank strip to break the shape of your shoulder. Then poke in grasses into your helmet. We went into the forest at first, but then it rained too heavily out of a sudden. So we went to a nearby training shack to wait. After the heavy rain, we found a better forest clearing to practise the camouflaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We suppose to observe what the commanders are doing at some distance from where we hiding, so as to simulate observation of the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then asked to roll in mud and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its fun....but the cleaning up is worst sia...all the mud and stuff so damn hard to get rid of...and the smell of mud is making me puke. All my LBVs and Uniform completely yellowish...and after 5 rounds of rinsing the water is still opaque yellow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737210046548823499-1050165585716565530?l=m2-gangsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/feeds/1050165585716565530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737210046548823499&amp;postID=1050165585716565530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/1050165585716565530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/1050165585716565530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/2007/01/roll-in-mud.html' title='Roll in Mud'/><author><name>ZOMBiE CyGiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843238545080314691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737210046548823499.post-7324049828011600006</id><published>2007-01-10T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:12:10.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double PT</title><content type='html'>Double PT. Double strength training. one on the morning...one in the afternoon. Its the same old stuff again. The warm up, 5BX (5 basic exercise), movement drill, then take dumbells and lift, then throw medicine ball at your partner (partner cannot catch, down 20). Same old commanders yelling and screaming at us for the slightest mistake. Same old tekan and push ups...same old sweating until whole body wet. SAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SAME repeated for the evening PT! But they cut off the 5BX and the movement drill. Cos later on after dinner is the National Education tok (which is sleeping session mostly) in the Audi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737210046548823499-7324049828011600006?l=m2-gangsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/feeds/7324049828011600006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737210046548823499&amp;postID=7324049828011600006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/7324049828011600006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/7324049828011600006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/2007/01/double-pt.html' title='Double PT'/><author><name>ZOMBiE CyGiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843238545080314691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737210046548823499.post-2793550284152651432</id><published>2007-01-09T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:11:01.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OTOT in Lobby</title><content type='html'>PT starts today...oh wtf...AGR was canceled halfway cos of the rain. Then the commander say we will have OTOT (Own Time Own Target) as a platoon. What 15 standard push up, 10 diamond, 10 spider and end with another 15 standard. This is one set...we did a lot of sers...plus all the leg rising...50+ jumping jets, lots of chicken backside (squat down, hold ankle and move your butt up and down) and a lot that i cant even remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guard duty personnel came back, halfway thru our brutal punishment. He was given the permission to sleep for four hours after he comes back from duty, while we were manically tortured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening is the 4km road march...with the field pack this time...haiz...so tired liao still want march.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At nite is swimming...quite song lah...cos slack what...take float and swim like 25m...then finish le.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737210046548823499-2793550284152651432?l=m2-gangsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/feeds/2793550284152651432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737210046548823499&amp;postID=2793550284152651432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/2793550284152651432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/2793550284152651432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/2007/01/otot-in-lobby.html' title='OTOT in Lobby'/><author><name>ZOMBiE CyGiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843238545080314691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737210046548823499.post-8270663997202574750</id><published>2007-01-08T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:10:56.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMT Test</title><content type='html'>Morning is the IMT test. Again the commanders were screaming his old same phrases again. "Its ok...do what you want, if your kill someone in the live range then your know". Since Shuan did not come on the last practise, he missed out a lot alot. So ya lor, he was like damn blur about the procedures. He still failed after three tries. He keep saying what cannot see the target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nite shooting is tested, but its the first time doing it. They have a practise magazine, then the next magazine is the test liao. WTF? Nite shooting got 3 type, illum (a guy slightly camouflaged to the sandy bg), flashing (the target itself cant be seen, but a flashing light is centered in the target, simulating an enemy firing at you) and lastly the silhouette target, which is brite light coming from the back and the target is just a black shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are foxhole, squatting/kneeling, standing shoulder, prone position to be tested...trust me...except for foxhole, the rest all damn tiring...its like u cant relax your arms cos u will be scolded for pointing your rifle anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ppl coming back from guard duty say very easy, some got sent to the Ammo Depot...and guard 2 hours, sleep 4 hours...until tuesday monring. Can bring food, bring phone, bring radio. They carried the shield and some rod to wack off ppl trying to steal bullets. Sadly no one stole any bullets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737210046548823499-8270663997202574750?l=m2-gangsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/feeds/8270663997202574750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737210046548823499&amp;postID=8270663997202574750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/8270663997202574750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/8270663997202574750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/2007/01/imt-test.html' title='IMT Test'/><author><name>ZOMBiE CyGiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843238545080314691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737210046548823499.post-8499449135012593406</id><published>2007-01-07T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:10:48.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn Chin</title><content type='html'>Yaseen tore his chin while running... What happened was someone knocked into him and he fell on the edge of the parade square and got this chin deeply cut. He was sent to the medics immediately..where they and the commanders decide what to do with him. The commanders suggested putting antiseptic cream and bandage..while last minute the medic decide to do stitching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stitching is still alright....but the medic never put anesthesia. Its like...just stop the bleeding and stict his chin right infront of him...even the commanders dun wanna see..all walked off. After that...he cant tok, he cant eat, he cant luff...pain on the chin mah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737210046548823499-8499449135012593406?l=m2-gangsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/feeds/8499449135012593406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737210046548823499&amp;postID=8499449135012593406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/8499449135012593406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/8499449135012593406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/2007/01/torn-chin.html' title='Torn Chin'/><author><name>ZOMBiE CyGiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843238545080314691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737210046548823499.post-3985772074557385245</id><published>2007-01-04T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:10:41.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commander's Nite</title><content type='html'>We got to book out cos the commanders having some dinner. But we need to get confined on the weekend to “pay back” the extra day off we have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737210046548823499-3985772074557385245?l=m2-gangsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/feeds/3985772074557385245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737210046548823499&amp;postID=3985772074557385245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/3985772074557385245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/3985772074557385245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/2007/01/commanders-nite.html' title='Commander&apos;s Nite'/><author><name>ZOMBiE CyGiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843238545080314691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737210046548823499.post-6368326428566988275</id><published>2007-01-03T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:10:21.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMT</title><content type='html'>Got to this "arcade", a shooting simulator, where u shoot a M16 rifle into the projected screen. Smthing like Time Crisis in arcade lah. Then after shooting they will show all the scores, if u apply enuff pressure...whats the group size...all the crap. As expected...commanders will scream at you for the slightest mistake like not aiming before squeezing trigger...forgetting to shout "Loaded magazine checked".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok for those wondering how its done, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;- Get into your positing, proning/fox hole/standing shoulder&lt;br /&gt;- pick up rifle and take aim&lt;br /&gt;- Assistant will adjust the supporting sandbag to your aiming position&lt;br /&gt;- When asked to "Load Weapons", pick up magazine&lt;br /&gt;- shout "loaded magazine checked!"&lt;br /&gt;- slot the magazine into rifle&lt;br /&gt;- shout "weapon loaded!"&lt;br /&gt;- When asked to "Firers, READY!"&lt;br /&gt;- cock the rifle and put to SAFE mode&lt;br /&gt;- Shout Ready!&lt;br /&gt;- Assistant will come and check if the rifle is put to SAFE mode&lt;br /&gt;- Assistant shout "SAFE!"&lt;br /&gt;- When asked to "Own time own target"&lt;br /&gt;- Shout "Own time own target"&lt;br /&gt;- Switch to SEMI mode, take aim and shoot&lt;br /&gt;- When shoot finish, ease-spring your rifle&lt;br /&gt;- AIM and squeese trigger [need to aim whenever u squeese trigger, be it got bullet anot]&lt;br /&gt;- When asked to "Unload weapon"&lt;br /&gt;- Release magazine&lt;br /&gt;- Shout "empty magazine checked!"&lt;br /&gt;- Check clear by cocking two to three times and look inside the chamber&lt;br /&gt;- shout "CLEAR!"&lt;br /&gt;- Assistant look inside chamber also&lt;br /&gt;- Assistant shout "CLEAR!"&lt;br /&gt;- close dust cover&lt;br /&gt;- When asked to put down rifle, put rifle on right, with dust cover facing up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything wrong with any of the above step...there u get it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commander: LANE 7 FIRERS, WHY YOU NEVER AIM WHEN SQUEEZE TRIGGER? U FUCKING IDIOT! YOU THINK I NEVER SEE? U THINK I DUMB? I DUN GIVE A FUCK SHIT, YOU FUCKING AIM WHEN U SQUEEZE THE FUCKING TRIGGER. NEVERMIND, YOU SEE ME LATER ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You: sorry sir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commander: SORRY YOUR LAN PA! WHAT HAPPEN IF THIS IS THE REAL LIVE ROUNDS? IF YOU SHOOT YOUR BUDDY HOW? YOU STOP GIVING THIS FUCKING ATTITUDE, YOUR TWO WEEKS ADJUSTMENT PERIOD IS OVER! IF U HAVEN ACCEPT THE FACT, YOU ARE IN ARMY NOW! SO CUT ALL THE CIVILIAN SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily i dint screw up too bad....but my aiming is atrocious. Some almost cried upon the pouring of vulgarities from the commanders. Well i guess its expected...first time mah, everyone sure cock up one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737210046548823499-6368326428566988275?l=m2-gangsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/feeds/6368326428566988275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737210046548823499&amp;postID=6368326428566988275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/6368326428566988275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/6368326428566988275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/2007/01/imt.html' title='IMT'/><author><name>ZOMBiE CyGiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843238545080314691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737210046548823499.post-9221068582793514683</id><published>2006-12-29T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:10:18.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SDC visit</title><content type='html'>One of the lame lame things – Visit to Singapore discover center. Its just like some primary skool visits lah. Quite interesting also. The most important thing is that this book out will last until next Tuesday, cos today is Friday, tml is sat then followed by Sunday and then New year and then followed by another festival which I cant remb…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737210046548823499-9221068582793514683?l=m2-gangsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/feeds/9221068582793514683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737210046548823499&amp;postID=9221068582793514683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/9221068582793514683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/9221068582793514683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/2006/12/sdc-visit.html' title='SDC visit'/><author><name>ZOMBiE CyGiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843238545080314691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737210046548823499.post-8512606518658531369</id><published>2006-12-28T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:10:03.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second book out</title><content type='html'>Today is Thursday and we get our second book out for M Coy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737210046548823499-8512606518658531369?l=m2-gangsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/feeds/8512606518658531369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737210046548823499&amp;postID=8512606518658531369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/8512606518658531369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/8512606518658531369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/2006/12/second-book-out.html' title='Second book out'/><author><name>ZOMBiE CyGiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843238545080314691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737210046548823499.post-5549978007676997754</id><published>2006-12-26T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:07:45.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got our Rifle</title><content type='html'>It was raining, and we were waiting for the rain to stop. We got their M16 rifle today, and it was lighter than the dummy rifle we had for first aid exercise. Its about 3kg. They are then in their uniform or 'long four' which means the green army uniform with long sleeves, and also they had their helmet and combat jacket, which had only the water bottle attached. And since it was raining, they wore their rain jacket, which has the same pattern and colour as their uniform (green). The rain jacket was supposed to be the most expensive item given to them. When the rain stops, they will be going to the rifle range to see the shooting demo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M2 got their first punishment today, after the parade. They draw rifles and were officially presented with the M16 rifles in a parade at about 7pm after sunset. The rain was quite big but it was not CAT 1 so they insisted to have the parade outdoors.. Anyway, they were all drenched and stuffz, and there were lots of 'cock up' during parade like forgetting to greet when grabbing the rifle or having the rifle slip out of their hands. By that time everyone was all tired, yet things delayed and 'cock up' again when they were keeping their rifles, coz we were made to hold the rifles damn high when waiting to keep them, then everyone's hand was in great pain. So, after supper they were all asked to fall in outside platoon bunk and got into push up position and held it there for like 20 odd minutes. And by the time all that ranting ends its already over administrative time and we have no time to bathe, so everyone had to put powder and sleep just like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737210046548823499-5549978007676997754?l=m2-gangsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/feeds/5549978007676997754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737210046548823499&amp;postID=5549978007676997754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/5549978007676997754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/5549978007676997754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/2006/12/got-our-rifle.html' title='Got our Rifle'/><author><name>ZOMBiE CyGiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843238545080314691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737210046548823499.post-3696339588791942608</id><published>2006-12-24T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:08:27.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Book Out</title><content type='html'>This is the first book out for M Coy! Other batches got to suffer the 2 weeks confiment, while we get to book out after 9 days for Christmas…sure we do miss home…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737210046548823499-3696339588791942608?l=m2-gangsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/feeds/3696339588791942608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737210046548823499&amp;postID=3696339588791942608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/3696339588791942608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/3696339588791942608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/2006/12/first-book-out.html' title='First Book Out'/><author><name>ZOMBiE CyGiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843238545080314691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737210046548823499.post-9131317056033534804</id><published>2006-12-22T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:07:31.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road March</title><content type='html'>There was the road march today. And after that the fatter ones were pulled out was that CMPB had posted them wrong company, and they should be in the 15 weeks TAF company over at school. And its like wtf, how can the CMPB make such a mistake! And those affected ones felt that they are quite settled down over at his company already, and now they want him to go to a whole new platoon with whole new people, commanders, practices and stuff, and the administrative stuff had to be redone, so everyone over there was complaining, so the sergeant said to wait for medical officer and see hows the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today got swimming CAT test…most ppl passed. The requirement is to swim 50m that’s it. Some cant even swim for nuts….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737210046548823499-9131317056033534804?l=m2-gangsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/feeds/9131317056033534804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737210046548823499&amp;postID=9131317056033534804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/9131317056033534804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/9131317056033534804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/2006/12/road-march.html' title='Road March'/><author><name>ZOMBiE CyGiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843238545080314691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737210046548823499.post-5473351731562895516</id><published>2006-12-19T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:07:54.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from medic</title><content type='html'>Its been raining for like the whole day... and even when it stops, its only for awhile... but then later it rains again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, due to the heavy rain, all NS activities was cut. This is good news for those who wanna slack, but bad news for those who dont wanna slack. I polished boots with Shaun today, and yes, Shaun is back from the medic already! Due to his asthma attack, Shaun can slack for 6 days... and he's singing some christmas song... Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737210046548823499-5473351731562895516?l=m2-gangsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/feeds/5473351731562895516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737210046548823499&amp;postID=5473351731562895516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/5473351731562895516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/5473351731562895516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/2006/12/back-from-medic.html' title='Back from medic'/><author><name>ZOMBiE CyGiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843238545080314691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737210046548823499.post-2838700375460067089</id><published>2006-12-18T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:06:38.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chest Tightness</title><content type='html'>Shaun from my section reported that he felt his chest kind of tight and was sent to the medic and was there for more than 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow, the 2km run will start and M coy will have to run around the whole BMT, but strange leh…the BMTC compound so small meh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737210046548823499-2838700375460067089?l=m2-gangsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/feeds/2838700375460067089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737210046548823499&amp;postID=2838700375460067089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/2838700375460067089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/2838700375460067089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/2006/12/chest-tightness.html' title='Chest Tightness'/><author><name>ZOMBiE CyGiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843238545080314691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737210046548823499.post-8977702062903071210</id><published>2006-12-16T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:06:09.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>Day 2 in army, Got to knew that Mohawk Platoon 2 is known easily as “M2”, which is also the star of this blog. Every NS men had to wake up at 5.30am every morning, including zombie himself, and assemble at 5.45am. Then from 9.30pm to 10.30pm is the time for personal administration, for example, doing their chocolate cake business, bathe, wash clothes and call friends all in that just 1 hour a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole of this day was just filled with boring lectures and crappy stuffz. Well and the lectures consisted of stuffz like telling them who to look for and if they feel like killing themselves or what...blah blah &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737210046548823499-8977702062903071210?l=m2-gangsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/feeds/8977702062903071210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737210046548823499&amp;postID=8977702062903071210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/8977702062903071210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/8977702062903071210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/2007/03/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>ZOMBiE CyGiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843238545080314691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737210046548823499.post-2549741033044140175</id><published>2006-12-15T04:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:05:45.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day</title><content type='html'>Quite a boring one actually. When reach there, the parents and enlistees were separated while the enlistees have to go and get their id card and stuffz while the parents tour around the area. Then there was a long wait in the audi for all the parents to come, and already then, some disciplined was already instilled, which was very similar to npcc. Then the people there asked if theres anyone previously from any uniformed groups, but there wasnt many of them, and all of them looked quite nerd. After some video in the audi, it was lunchtime, and then from the slip of paper, we knew our company, Company M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night time was a pretty bad one... because everyone could not sleep, especially since a lot of ppl were not used to sleeping so early, and was also thinking of their familes and peepz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737210046548823499-2549741033044140175?l=m2-gangsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/feeds/2549741033044140175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737210046548823499&amp;postID=2549741033044140175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/2549741033044140175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737210046548823499/posts/default/2549741033044140175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m2-gangsters.blogspot.com/2007/03/quite-boring-one-actually.html' title='First Day'/><author><name>ZOMBiE CyGiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843238545080314691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
