New year resolutions. Rofl. It's always the same.....people want to exercise more. Bleah...bullshit. They arent even doing it in the first place. Tend to come up with some bullish excuses like lack of time and fuck like that....
Its like if u want sex. Exercise should be that way. How much you want to have sex? Very much probably. Well....how much do you want to exercise? Should be the same then! No matter if you have tons of work to do...no matter how late it is...no matter whatever stands in your way. If you can ignore all those so that you can have sex....i suggest you do the same with exercising.. Then you tend to wear the same thing as i do...you wouldnt make it look so ugly by then.
Saturday, December 30, 2006
Monday, December 25, 2006
Think i've finally recovered to write again. Keyword here being "think" so im not really so sure if i'll ever recover. Then again...who the hell have nightmares of the bruneian jungles? Not that many. Guess im one of those few. Nevertheless, i made it through...barely though. A lot more of such exercises coming my way. Heard its going to be a tough new year ahead. Back to back exercises which leaves me to do only one thing when i go home for the weekend....sleep and eat aka recovery. There's two way i could look at it. First, i could be thinking, " im in for a whole load of shit". On the other side, i could also say "im in for a whole load of shit....but at least my NS stories might be a bit more exciting than others".
Guess not many have that kind of mentality. Maybe because they're too lazy to think of it and rather think about the shorter one because well....they dont have to think too much or too long to decide on something. At least they could have kept it to themselves. I mean...i noe that its fucked up but you dont have to dampen my spirits even more. That's like dumping me into the ground than piling me deeper all the way into the earth's core. For god sake's! Im a fucking sargeant! Man look up to me. If i dont even have to proper thinking...how are my men going to have one? Me being demoralized or dampened will multiply by the number of men under my command. Yet they still talk to me about how fucked up its going to be. Plz...keep it to yourselves!
In less than 24hours time, i'd be going back to reality. Yeap...that's the army. The reality for me now at this very moment is the army. Weekends at home is like the sweetest feeling that you have when you wake up from your sweetest dream. Just a glimsp. No matter how bad things might be at home, its still a sweet dream that only comes to you only once a week. That's only if you behave and perform. If you're deemed unfit to go home for the weekend, well...life can only get better from there. Like the saying goes, "if you hit rock bottom, you can only bounce back up again".
Well, guess the army has taught me a lot of things so far even though im just about to complete my first year in the army. Might teach me a lot more once im done with it. It taught not to think because if i think, that only means that im not sure. We might not be the smartest of humanity, but we get things done. Each time im confronted by a situation i only do two things. I appreciate and i excute. Seems to make things better for everyone especially me and my men. Besides, the world keeps spinning just fine if what we do doesnt suit to everyone else's taste. Well who cares about everyone else? They're not serving the country. Most of them will never know what it feels like to go thru shit until they serve their national service in the army. No where else can you get this wisdom and experience. I emphasize again, NOWHERE ELSE! Sure you'll be doing real work in the police force or the civil defence force. But in there, you're just carrying out your daily routine only from a different perspective. From the perspecting of the representative of the authorities. That's all. The army. Well....it snatches you away from your old life and make you do a lot of funny things that you might never do or will never again in your normal life. It bonds people way beyond families are bonded. Men become the closest of brothers. Only soldiers understand soldiers. Countries, race, religion, status and everything else that divides mankind blurs down to only one thing. The uniform that they wear. You wear green. I wear green. We're both the same. The only difference is who we side. Or which top monkey do we call "Sir".
Things will never be the same again. I long for the day that i get to see my 15-year old face that's on my IC. See and remember what it was like to be me before i got snatched off from my life. Try to reconnect with my life to see if i really am able to do so. If im not able to, guess the army's for me until some war comes along and rips me away from everything else that hasnt been ripped off yet. Until then...let's hope all goes well for me.
Guess not many have that kind of mentality. Maybe because they're too lazy to think of it and rather think about the shorter one because well....they dont have to think too much or too long to decide on something. At least they could have kept it to themselves. I mean...i noe that its fucked up but you dont have to dampen my spirits even more. That's like dumping me into the ground than piling me deeper all the way into the earth's core. For god sake's! Im a fucking sargeant! Man look up to me. If i dont even have to proper thinking...how are my men going to have one? Me being demoralized or dampened will multiply by the number of men under my command. Yet they still talk to me about how fucked up its going to be. Plz...keep it to yourselves!
In less than 24hours time, i'd be going back to reality. Yeap...that's the army. The reality for me now at this very moment is the army. Weekends at home is like the sweetest feeling that you have when you wake up from your sweetest dream. Just a glimsp. No matter how bad things might be at home, its still a sweet dream that only comes to you only once a week. That's only if you behave and perform. If you're deemed unfit to go home for the weekend, well...life can only get better from there. Like the saying goes, "if you hit rock bottom, you can only bounce back up again".
Well, guess the army has taught me a lot of things so far even though im just about to complete my first year in the army. Might teach me a lot more once im done with it. It taught not to think because if i think, that only means that im not sure. We might not be the smartest of humanity, but we get things done. Each time im confronted by a situation i only do two things. I appreciate and i excute. Seems to make things better for everyone especially me and my men. Besides, the world keeps spinning just fine if what we do doesnt suit to everyone else's taste. Well who cares about everyone else? They're not serving the country. Most of them will never know what it feels like to go thru shit until they serve their national service in the army. No where else can you get this wisdom and experience. I emphasize again, NOWHERE ELSE! Sure you'll be doing real work in the police force or the civil defence force. But in there, you're just carrying out your daily routine only from a different perspective. From the perspecting of the representative of the authorities. That's all. The army. Well....it snatches you away from your old life and make you do a lot of funny things that you might never do or will never again in your normal life. It bonds people way beyond families are bonded. Men become the closest of brothers. Only soldiers understand soldiers. Countries, race, religion, status and everything else that divides mankind blurs down to only one thing. The uniform that they wear. You wear green. I wear green. We're both the same. The only difference is who we side. Or which top monkey do we call "Sir".
Things will never be the same again. I long for the day that i get to see my 15-year old face that's on my IC. See and remember what it was like to be me before i got snatched off from my life. Try to reconnect with my life to see if i really am able to do so. If im not able to, guess the army's for me until some war comes along and rips me away from everything else that hasnt been ripped off yet. Until then...let's hope all goes well for me.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Saturday, December 02, 2006
Alritey then...the eve of my departure. Guess what? The insurance company sent me a letter and asked me to fill up the nomination form. ON THE EVE OF MY DEPARTURE!!! Might not be anything to everyone but to people like me...people who prance around in green fatigue...it's bloody pure bad luck. Its as if the bloody company is expecting to die soon! What the hell...
Okay...this is it. 18 days of pure urm...bullshit? Yeap bullshit inside the foreign jungles. Fact is..i just got back to singapore! And im flying off again. Nxt month..i might have to fly there again for another course. Yea balls...i might as well become a pilot so that the army can save some money by letting me do the flying instead.
This is abit belated but if you all read the papers a few days ago, there was this article about an old couple who lives in a makeshift shelter at Sembawang Beach Park. He fucked up children decided that he wasnt worth it anymore and left him to die....or somewhere along that line. I mean...who the fuck has been taking care of them since they were young? They said they left him because he's too lazy to go find a job. Idiots...dun suppose they started working to support their dad ever since they left their mummy's womb. Bastards. Well...maybe i dont noe half the story. But this is my point of view. So ya..i can be just as rubbish but wthat fuck. Who cares?
Anyway...........the report wrote that they will be referred to the relevant authorities. Fuck. The dude's poor, homeless and starving. By the time they did find the relevant authorities(some dudes with really deep deep pockets) he'd die. Maybe not...but im just stating the worst case scenarios.
And they say money isnt everything....hehs. Those people must be goddamn idiots. Even monks need money. They cant be meditating all the time and not eat. They'd die of hunger eventually. They're humans too you noe. Everyone needs money. Sure the monks dont work for it. That's because they dont have to. People donate money to them. And for the rest of us normal folks who cant be very religious to be a monk...a priest...or anybody religious to say that "money is the root of all evils"...that's because nobody donates any money to us. We'd be working our ass off 24 hours a day, 7 days a week and 30 or 31 days a month(depending which month it is. Could even be 28days if u're talking abt February) just so that we can earn some money to pay for our food, pay the bills, pay for our education, our transport and so on......We do not get donations. So if you're one of those religious types who says that money is the root of all evils...screw that thought. You need money to survive. If you think you dont..that's because either you're getting donations or that you're already dead.
The only donations i'd give are to those who really need them. The poor children. Nobody else. Children cant work. If they did, their parents would have been fucking lousy. Yea balls. Kinda got reminded why i wanted to sign on as a soldier in the first place when i was watching We Believe by Good Charlotte. Dun ask how can i fight for those poor children as a soldier. I have a rifle. I have the skills. All i need is lots of money and im all set to settle things. Sounds idealistic? Im an idealist...that's y.
Anyway...be back in 3 weeks time. When they say that santa clause is coming to town...it's really us soldiers coming back home just in time for christmas. ;)
Okay...this is it. 18 days of pure urm...bullshit? Yeap bullshit inside the foreign jungles. Fact is..i just got back to singapore! And im flying off again. Nxt month..i might have to fly there again for another course. Yea balls...i might as well become a pilot so that the army can save some money by letting me do the flying instead.
This is abit belated but if you all read the papers a few days ago, there was this article about an old couple who lives in a makeshift shelter at Sembawang Beach Park. He fucked up children decided that he wasnt worth it anymore and left him to die....or somewhere along that line. I mean...who the fuck has been taking care of them since they were young? They said they left him because he's too lazy to go find a job. Idiots...dun suppose they started working to support their dad ever since they left their mummy's womb. Bastards. Well...maybe i dont noe half the story. But this is my point of view. So ya..i can be just as rubbish but wthat fuck. Who cares?
Anyway...........the report wrote that they will be referred to the relevant authorities. Fuck. The dude's poor, homeless and starving. By the time they did find the relevant authorities(some dudes with really deep deep pockets) he'd die. Maybe not...but im just stating the worst case scenarios.
And they say money isnt everything....hehs. Those people must be goddamn idiots. Even monks need money. They cant be meditating all the time and not eat. They'd die of hunger eventually. They're humans too you noe. Everyone needs money. Sure the monks dont work for it. That's because they dont have to. People donate money to them. And for the rest of us normal folks who cant be very religious to be a monk...a priest...or anybody religious to say that "money is the root of all evils"...that's because nobody donates any money to us. We'd be working our ass off 24 hours a day, 7 days a week and 30 or 31 days a month(depending which month it is. Could even be 28days if u're talking abt February) just so that we can earn some money to pay for our food, pay the bills, pay for our education, our transport and so on......We do not get donations. So if you're one of those religious types who says that money is the root of all evils...screw that thought. You need money to survive. If you think you dont..that's because either you're getting donations or that you're already dead.
The only donations i'd give are to those who really need them. The poor children. Nobody else. Children cant work. If they did, their parents would have been fucking lousy. Yea balls. Kinda got reminded why i wanted to sign on as a soldier in the first place when i was watching We Believe by Good Charlotte. Dun ask how can i fight for those poor children as a soldier. I have a rifle. I have the skills. All i need is lots of money and im all set to settle things. Sounds idealistic? Im an idealist...that's y.
Anyway...be back in 3 weeks time. When they say that santa clause is coming to town...it's really us soldiers coming back home just in time for christmas. ;)
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