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Cadet life

Life as a cadet in the Royal Malaysian Navy is a simple one.

You wake up at 4am.

You iron your uniform.

You polish your shoes.

You start Early Morning Activity (EMA) at 5am. This can include an intense combination of the Base Run (a run around the base of nearly 6km), sit-ups, push ups, jumping jacks, and a myriad of other activities that equal to getting your ass kicked.





Of course, you will be guided through this tough time by extremely kind people who are known as drill sergeants, or drill instructors as they are known in the Navy. These kind people will be there, step-by-step to show you how everything is done.



And of course, we all know how though all this stress can be for the mind, and even the human spirit. Never fret, because you can request for a counseling session where the drill sergeants will use all their expert knowledge to give you the much needed words of encouragement.




Sometimes it is difficult to just hear advice that is given. We all know how rebellious some young people can get right? Sometimes you need to blow off a little steam now and then... Say no more.
Here in the Navy you blow off all that excess energy by lifting logs... at no extra charge!



Basically, all your days are pretty much planned out for you... No need to rack your brain into thinking what you need to do next... The basic routine that you need to follow is very simple -

Morning.
Wake up at 4am.
Do cleaning stuff.
Get ass kicked.
Breakfast.
More ass kicking.
Second breakfast.

Midday.
Get ass kicked.
Lunch.
More ass kicking.
Tea.

Evening.
Get ass kicked.
Dinner.
Optional ass-kicking (depends on the officer on duty).
Supper.
Clean up.
Iron uniform.
Polish shoes.
Sleep at 12pm.

Late night to Early Morning (Again, depends on the officer on duty, or even their seniors)
Optional ass-kicking.
Sentry duties.

A simple life, but extremely tough, where only the strongest cadets make it through.
Survive the training, and you can wear your uniforms with pride.

You would have made it as an officer in the Royal Malaysian Navy.


Picture credit here

Comments

missyizzati said…
ass-kicking all the time? pergh...their ass was kicked or they are the ones kicking ass? huhu
syafiq said…
Thank Sir.....
Wonderful Life Of cadet......
after UTM modul we will continue life like that....
so sad......
Abdullah said…
Ijat,
It's their asses that get kicked... But they get to do it to other cadets next year, and midshipmen the year after that, so it just about balances up ;)

Syafiq,
Cheer up man...It's just for 2 years... Gambatte!!!
Percicilan said…
Navy guys are really turn ons.. ho ho ho. Too bad I am married to a former rig engineer..
A t i Q a h said…
Demi negara yang tercinta
Kucurahkan bakti penuh setia

Lalalala~
Abdullah said…
CC,
Former rig engineers make oodles more than the Royal Navy... :)

Tiqah,

Demi raja, yaaaaaaang disanjung tinggi...bla bla bla... hehehhe
syafiq said…
sIR,the picture in flickr is small.....if dont see wer were me.......
sob.....sob
think need email to me la sir.....
can???
Abdullah said…
hish..i uploaded full size...wat u have to do is go to the picture, and press download large size...
syafiq said…
SIr.....Sob....sob
we kantoi detail palapes to wash our clothes....
we have been taji for yesterday night and this morning......
we also need to run when see sky...
like alpha routine
Abdullah said…
HAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
That's what u get when u become naughty...

hehehe...

So, u downloaded the pics yet?
go to the pic, click on all sizes, and then download large size.
Syafiq said…
Yes i have been download the pic already....
tnk sir.........

at 8 till 9.45 we been taji more from PALAPES...
and all officer just wacth on us....
grrr...
how come PALAPES taji kadet???
ChUcK SaGaCiOuS said…
ahah...i had enough during my NS time...woke up in the very eraly morning...n running at 6.15am...
huhu...i really kicked my ass dat time...trust me...i lost 6kg after it ended...haha
Abdullah said…
HeHey chuck! nice to see u again...it's been a while..how have ur holidays been?
siraydee said…
Once upon a time, a young boy in Klang thought that becoming a soldier would be nifty.

Some 15 years later, he's glad to have spared himself from the ass-kicking.
syafiq said…
ek,im from klang also.......
but im prefer join navy......
so,i get mane ass-kicking......
grrr...
Abdullah said…
Aydee,

I think ur ass would probably be no-existent if u had enlisted...ask these guys...they know..hehehe..

Syafiq,

Just be a little patient and you can kick all the ass you want soon enough ;)
syafiq said…
hehhehe......
that right sir....
2 more years im become acting sub lieutenant i will taji all my cadet as well as PALAPES.........
hahahha
Syafiq said…
Sir,pray for us.....
we will take an exam today.......
may all got good result.....
tnk for teach us......
Abdullah said…
Insyaallah..

Tell me how it goes ok?
syafiq said…
ok sir......
Abdullah said…
Syafiq,
please send a direct email to me...
use this address:
abdullahmnawi@utm.my

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