i noe this is kinda belated but it seems like the bestest of all time to talk about it. remember the yellow ribbon project last year? Yeap..the one with the cheesy song(nxt time come up with something original. doesnt have to catchy. simple will do. as long as it gets the message across) and the overkill of the message. Yeap. Give the ex-offenders a second chance. Sure..the goverment has been encouraging private companies to give them a second chance and hire them. Some of them eventually turn out to be outstanding employees. Bravo! The project was a success! Hahaha...not in a long shot. Now that im a sargeant in the army...ive been blasted with lots of new things. Things that as a young boy, im too naive to know. Too...carefree. No..not carefree...maybe careless because im still carefree now but i couldnt careless then. Project was a a total flunk. More of a parody if it really was to become of something.

Still...i have my role and responsibility as a leader, a brother and a soldier. Everyday...men will share with my an insight into their life, their hopes and dreams. At first glance, most of them are quite intimidating. Tattoes, foul language, body language....and just their presence. Fuck all that. They're still human beings. They breathe. They eat. They bleed. They get hungry. They feel. They cry. They smile. They....need i say more?

Still...what second chance do they get? Where issit coz i dont see any. Men have came up to me and talked to me about joining on the army as a regular. However, they were rejected on cases such as criminal history, poor education levels...and so on. Those fuckers dont even know that when the bullets starts flying...politics, ur education, ur status and everything else goes out the window. But what do they care. Bullets wont be flying over their heads soon. They've got pikachus to do it for them while they rest in the comfort of air-con, food and their own loved ones. While we will be out there fuckingly uncomfortably...dont noe when will be our next meal if there's any or if we will ever come back to see our loved ones. We dont noe. We can just hope for the best but expect the worst to happen at the same time.

Yet...no matter how unselflessly my men put their lives on the line...they still do not get any attention. No..im not asking them to be rewarded. I myself could do that. Another private could do that. Im talking about helping these poor buggers to realign their lives. Trust me...they want to make things better. They're just not given the chance or the choice to do so. So if they dont repent and repeat their mistakes who's fault is it? Theirs? NO fucking way......

Food for thought. Why would someone want to rob a bank? Is he in dire need of money? Maybe. Does he have an agenda? Could be. Is he crazy? Crazy enough to do it. But those kind of answers wont suffice. Why did he rob the bank? Well...because he can.

Another weekend coming to an end. The one i had this week isnt like the one i had the other week. Oookay...i had fun at sentosa and all....but it could have been better. Not really sure where i had gone wrong...no point pushing it anyway.

Anyways...commanding has definately been a challenged so far. Yet..i have yet to go out and fight the enemy with my men following me. Problems they shared was definately far worst than what im having(if i am) at the moment. NS is where people from all walks of life come together. Yeap. The people from the top class become the officers. The middle class become the sargeants while the lower class become men. What the fucked up mixture. People from all walks of life come together just to do what they routinely do as always. The only difference is that they wear uniforms.

Still...my men have taught me a few things. Got a problem? Laugh it off. Dont think too much about it as it would only dampen ur spirits. Kinda like what they're saying.

Trainings getting tougher by the day. The only easy day was yesterday. That line is quickly becoming quite catchy. Hate it though. Miss the tough training nonetheless. Its what makes us Sargeants different than the men and the officers. We live for this kind of thing. Well..most of us are. This is judging from what we did at sentosa yesterday =) That acjc girl should noe about it.

Back to camp. 2 guard duties in a week. Life couldnt get any worse than this i think....

The first weekend of the new year is coming to an end. How does this weekend compare to the one i had a year ago. The other one had me waiting tables. This one on the other hand has kept me wanting of more adventure like the ones that i've been thru. They might be great adventures but they're still adventures.

In the other weekend i was a civilian. In this one...im just another soldier. Uniformly equal cept for the rank maybe. 3 stripes. 6 men under my charge. Might not be the best but they will be soon enough.

I know i said that i wanted to bitch about singaporeans....but not really in the mood to do it. But i am in the mood for 1. Just 1 singaporean. The typical over-ambitious, low EQ-IQ, steps over-everyone else fucker. Quite a lengthy adjective but its still not complete. The words that i just used to describe him is simply an understatement. Seems to me like the dude whom made my life(along with my other mates life) a living hell has just been reincarnated. Maybe they're cousins? If they are...there must be seriously one fucked up family somewhere on this island. Whoa...scary thought. But im just un-fuckingly-lucky to end up with an idiot like him. Hurhur...i noe im being evil and such...but ya. People who piss me off eventually will suffer terribly. Direct confrontation is punishable. So let's get political shall we? ROfl...he's still wondering why the army rejected him when he wanted to go on with the army full time. ROFL...even at a lower level when collegues already resent him...how can some starry fella not do the same?

Anyway...in case u're ever wondering why i ever even thought of signing on...well.....a picture speaks a thousand words doesnt it?



Well...further explanation can only be done orally. Further explanation to the pictuer, to my decision and to everything else...

Two boys were boasting about
their own father during a party.
"My father can beat yours!"
"Big deal! So can my mother!"

My very first post of the new year. Yeap. Its already 2051hrs....but who careS? Not really anyway. The new year started off with me going off for a a 12 klick run. Not a new year resolution. Exercising is never a new year resolution for me. It's just to bullish. Im not old. Im not middle-aged. So to hell with people who make exercising sound bloody impossible.

It was an interesting 12klick run actually. Ya....running on an upset stomach. So i had to stop in the middle of the run to run real quickly to a toilet before i continued. Nothing interesting about that. Comedic...maybe. Maybe not...at least its not a resolution u fat assess!

Anyway...people were quite friendly today. Another resolution of the general public maybe? Be a little bit more friendly. And by people..im talking about expats. If i was talking abt locals...i wouldnt be calling them people...i'd call them singaporeans. Majority of them put on a sour face everytime the step out of the house only to change it when they have linked up with other familiar faces. Me? I put my face into neutral. Why? Coz if i put it into friendly...two things would happen none of which i want to experience. One would be people start to approach me with tin cans or forms or any other shitfucks that's possible. The other thing that could happen would be that i'd be labelled as a crazy bugger. Possibly an alien. Yeap..that's singaporean in a nutshell. Im lying there's actually more. Why cant we change??? Maybe that should be THE new year resolution. All the aunties and people like them shld be brain washed. Oh! Their children too coz they've already absorbed too much from their mommies. Hmm...maybe i'd talk about the singaporean personality some time in the future....think that shall be my next post?