[Quote of the post] I see fields of green, red roses too... means that I'm not as colour-blind as you...
[Song of the post] What a Wonderful World - Ray Charles
I hate UYO. No, technically I don't hate UYO.
I loathe it. I despise it. I abhor it. I depriciate it. I shun it. I execrate it. I disparge it. I detest it.
Whichever idiot came up with UYO must be some sadistic freak and have lots of power to implement his plan. He has a lot of money and time which he fuels into UYO to watch our country's youth be tortured, burnt, drilled, dehydrated, sweated, pumped, punished, and exhausted.
"You're all singing like you're all dead like that." - NPCC Sergeant
How do you spell depression? Just three letters - U-Y-O. (Kudos to KW for coming up with that.)
How do you spell joy? U-Y-O-C-A-N-C-E-L-L-E-D.
Now, every UYO cadet loathes the day which starts with F. F, F, F. How coincidental.
Terror is now spelt F-R-I-D-A-Y.
Executioner is spelt N-C-O.
Doom is spelt D-R-I-L-L.
Compensation is spelt R-T.
And, for some strange reason, I'm getting a Bronze award for UYO, even though I haven't been turning up for months (due to OM, don't get me wrong). That means I have to stay back for practices, waste more of my precious time, and march on stage in front of everybody on the 8th of August. Juzzie should get that award, seriously. Or somebody else. Anybody else except me.
Today. 4 hour training. What did we learn?
1. Always bring your PT kit. If you don't you miss RT and have to sing songs.
2. Never flunk your drill when you're marching on the road in the 2 o'clock sun.
3. The 2 o'clock sun is the hottest.
4. Which means the road is hot enough to fry an egg.
5. And enough to burn skin.
6. Not to mention the surface is rough enough to erode the skin of your palm.
I hate UYO.
*Big thanks to Juzzie for helping me through UYO. I'd never survive properly without you.*