=)

So much for TGIF. Suddenly everybody from the army are bad people. Ya...its called a 2 years liability btw. Not as if i had a choice of where i want to go. Or how i have to be like. Crap...this sucks biggie.

Well, what can i do about it? Nothing at the moment. Maybe in the future things might be different. I hope it'll be different, hopefully. So that means that one thing is definately for sure...conversion to officer is a big no no. Well, sorry to dissapoint you army people.

Ya, maybe i could find other ways to achieve my means of helping those poor kids. Someday i would help them get out of their poor state, somehow. Well, maybe i'd part with whatever skills the army has taught me and then i'd find another organization that could use skills like mine? Hope so...

To sayang if you're reading this...HELLO!!! And if the dude sitting next to you happens to be reading this too...YOU"RE DEAD!!.......X_x

Ok..lets get back to bitching about the society. Saw a really horrendous sight today in the MRT. Yeah...might be common to many of you, but i still dont understand why nothing is being done. What am i talking about? A pregnant lady standing throughout the entire journey. WTF?!??! Btw, i was standing. Im always standing. Let women and children sit first, followed by the bapoks and fudge peckers followed by the weaker ones. None of them is there? Then i sit down. AH PEKS!!! YOU DONT COUNT! YOU'RE NOT WEAK! YOU'RE EXPERIENCED! YOU STAND!!!!!! BWHAHAHAHAHAHAX! ROFL. Gone nutters there.
But really, ignorance maybe be bliss to some, but it simply is hell to me! Fucking hell....

Think i want to start one of those revolution like the ones that i've studied about. HAHAHA...i'll take Changi Prison as the Bastille. And urm...somebody's gotta Louis. Or maybe like the one in Fight Club? Yeah. Project Mayhem. Terrorism? Nah....just a little bit of chaos here and there. Hmm...nvm those revolutions. Hopefully Singaporeans are changing for the better. Maybe i shld enter politics? Then i can pass laws which can benefit everyone. AAAAAAh....there's only the better way rite?

K...getting very very tired now. Gotta slp now. Toodles world.

I used to be a huge fan of autobiographies of ex-soldiers who have served in the different armies of the world. Either be it the French Foreign Legion, the British Para or even some Indonesian Commandos. Their lives unfolding...its voyuerism you noe. And voyuerism is wrong...is it? Well, it is deemed morally wrong. If not, peeping toms would get away with murder cause those caught by the police cant be dealt with squat without the existence of laws to banish the people of their kind.

Anyways....just came out from a hell hole and ya..it sucks like fuck. Boring as hell and it isnt a nice experience. Got my head shaven and myself humiliated. Seems like i got a heroes' welcome back. Well, maybe to me lah...but ya. Glad that episode of my life is over. Cant be bothered to stay low. Gotta get on with my life...my army life at least. Traumatised by that experience? Hell yeah! Never ever want to go back in there so gotta watch myself more now. Told my men abt it and yes...told them to watch their back as much as ive got their backs covered. Now i can speak from experience. No more bullshit like what other sargeants and officers keep telling them. I went through it. I experienced it. I have the right to tell them. Y? Coz my story is more believable at least if not sincere.

Well, one hell hole to another. Going for my PS course soon. And shit...from all the horror stories that ive been hearing from those whom have gone thru it all....well, lets just say i'll survive it all with as little damage as possible. Lets hope that the month when im doing the course passes by quickly, pass the course, get the rank and ya....hopefully i qualify for the next course. Ranger will have to wait. hehs.

Its almost been a month since my last writing. Been kinda lazy to write again. Lost touch of it maybe? Lots of things on my mind lately. Those of you who are well aware of what happened to me in ROC...well, im still waiting for it to be resolved. Oh wells...what happened was probably meant to happen anyway. My favourite kind of line. Bums shld be glad that such a line exists. The kind of line whom ppl who always for things to happen can always use when other people comment or question if they are ever going to do something about their lives. The reactionary kind of life. Semi-charmed kind of life. Well...flail to all bums! Im going to become a revolutionary. Not the revolting kind. The action kind? Not the reaction maybe. Yeah...that's a fulfiling life.

The world is turning itself inside out these days. People are always dying...well slower this time. Good things is they are not dying crudely like they used to be back when terrorism was at its height(its not like it died. Prolly taking a rest right now). Well...people are now becoming the victim of modern times. Thank you modern western values! THANK YOU VERY MUCH! Im too lazy to type everything out now but maybe i'd just give examples. Examples like premarital sex. Examples like consumerism. Im am really lazy to show you how it causes people's demise. Well...some other day maybe.

Lots of maybes there. Wonder if i'll keep to it....

Damn...didnt get to climb the mountain like the other time. The view of the city at night was awesome but didnt get the opportunity to photograph it coz we had to keep moving. Plus...we had to be cautious so as to not reveal the troop's position. Damn...wasted opportunity. Did get other pics from another mountain though. Thank god its all over now. Last few days have been really really tiring.

Well, one thing down...another one to go. This time around...i am going to be the one fighting. A long week for pure mental, physical and urm...something else kind of torture. Enemy's a bitch too. Fight pro soldiers. Men are not quite up to the standard or the occasion either. And im not sure of my condition either. Fighting in the mountains? Urm...ya. Kill them all and let god sort them out later. Sort who out? That's the big surprise that im not keen off. If my men dies...tat means tat im a failure. If they do...then im not a failure...nt a success either. It does however give me a leverage to what courier tat i might be taking on in the future. Hopefully tat i do get the job of my choice cos frm my point of view, leaders of men in this army are effectively uneffective. Like the saying goes about the war fought from 1914-18, "fought by heroes, lead by fools". Hopefully, whatever happens nxt can changed that fact coz rite now, im feeling very very vulnerable about our country's stand. If they cld pay for my education...id be really really grateful to do the country's armed forces some good. Some real good.

Then again, people would be asking me y? Why take up a shity job like that?? Well, first of all, its not really abt the money. Financial wise, i've got support from my parents. Ya. I noe, im already so old yet im still depending on my parents. WEll, its because of the country's system thats y im like so. Challenge? There is also a lot of chanlleges elsewhere. Im not looking for challenge. But, i am looking to help people. So far, tats most of the things tat ive been doing. But i dont quite find that fulfilling. But if u look at africa, middle east and a lot of other countries, u'd find orphans and the poor and dying and damn. Kinda like MCR's song. But no...my dad did talk to me abt such things before.

Helping people. Yea...children especially. Why? Well, tats coz they are the people of the future. So far, ive been unable to do a thing about it. Even as i serve my Ns, i was demoralized when i was told becoz of my status, i was unable to go out for peacekeeping missions. Peacekeeping? Well, only regulars cld do it. And if i was a regular, well, i'd be one step closer to be able to do help those poor kids. Their parents cld be..urm...overlooked. Ya. Coz they did all they cld and id say its simply not enuf coz they were already like their children to begin with. And they are dying. They are hoping however that someone does come and help finish off their job as a parent to provide for coz they were unable to. They are already in that condition. The inferior position to fulfil their roles as parents effectively coz their parents were also like them. Help the children, help the others. The multiplier issue here.
Some other time then.













Well, exercise is coming. Like what my ex-OC said, "when it starts, it starts to end". Hopefully, there's a lot of truth to it.

going to climb a moutain later...

Yes...finally. Moving out to do what i came here to do. Wish i was going out for some sort of operation instead of just "playing war". What's the use? You dont train for tourneys with more training. You do it with warm-up games. Followed by friendly matches. And usually the starting of the season, u usually start off with the easy teams to pick on. Well, that is an exception to most teams but tats how it basically works. Rugby is simple. Rugby is life. Rugby is war....without the gore.

Anyway, last few days is urm...rather mudane. Same shit, different day. Cept for today where we went thru some bit of training for the coming general activity. A lot of walking but who gives a flying fuck. Im going out with great enthusiasm. Something like this doesnt happen. Especially if ure in my position. But rite now, everything seems like one big vacation and im enjoying every single bit of this shit. No me, no worries excpet for myself and my collegues. Simple shit. Different pace.

Tat's what bores me tobe where i am. Its nothing but exercise. Operation is reserved for those extra extra special people. Fucked up. Foreign army maybe?

i am fadzils friend and i think he is abang body.

3rd day and its still nothingness. Spending the whole day in camp sleeping, eating, smoking and the occasional trips to the toilet. Fuck...this is killing me.

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Exercise wont be around for another 5 days tops. Till then, its nothing but wake up, run, breakfast, sleep, lunch, sleep, dinner and more sleep. Eat sleep, eat sleep. It gets pretty dead around camp.

Nite's off in camp is urm....just as dead? But we are surrounded by the taiwanese civilians. WHERE ARE THE CHICKS????? It only makes it more dead. Only during this time do people wait to actually go out into the field even if it means no hot shower, no hot food, no warm bed to tuck into for the next few days. But yah. The soldier in me wants to go out there. Just to pass the time? Maybe. To gain experience? Possibly. A more likely reason would simple be: because i can. Time to enjoy my sex on the beach and some salad now.

This is the last write before i fly off to taiwan tonite. A mth of taiwan. Weehoo...that's abit of an extended stay isnt it? Well...duty calls. Have to answer it. No arguement to be made.

How i wished i had went there by ship instead. Flying simply scares the balls out of me. Imagine this while sitting down in an aircraft the next time you fly. Underneath your feet is the floorboard. Underneath that will be millions of wires and cables followed by the fuselage. Underneath it all is nothing but 30,000ft of air. Imagine falling thru 30,000ft of nothingness. Ground is coming up fast into your face. Yeah...scary isnt it? I suppose that's what aircraft entertaintment's for. Keep your mind out of things like that.

Well. Orders are for me to take the plane to taiwan. No choice given there is it? Hopefully everything goes smooth sailing.

I'd like to write more but gotta pack. Yeap. Till nxt mth then!

Week's been great. I think. Imagine coming back to work on a weekend because some topper fucked everything up and u just had to be at the receiving end. Fuck! Really fucked. He cause unimaginable logistical nightmare. If he was at the receiving end...then he'd know how everyone else feels.

Major exercise coming and guess what?! Im holding a major appointment! fuck! Two ways to look at it. Im going to fuck up big time or........im going to learn something new and in the process make a name for myself. NOT INTERESTED in both!! Well...learning something new...maybe. Making a name for myself!? Nope. No thanks. Im not in it for fame or fortune. Im in it so that i can help my men get thru 2 years of shitty life. My life itself can get pretty shitty at times because of this. But who cares?! Im loving it! Except for certain times. And for certain leadrship.

Cant really talk abt something to get ur brain thinking coz im sort of in a rush. CAnt really talk much coz it might get me into trouble with the army too! rofl. Life's a bitch.

Rugby....yeah rugby. Getting the feel of it again. Can feel the fire re-igniting again. 7 years of rugby. Hope it goes on and on and on. Rugby's out smoking's in. When i get to play it again...rugby's in smoking's out.

The frequency of me writing in has getting lesser. Nothing really to talk about.
Well...there are somethings.

Incompetent officers.
Screwed-up organizations.
Kanchiong boss.
Me being overlyambitious(Think i'll make it into Special Forces?).
A nice girl that i got to know off over the net who takes killer photos.
My bro performed at Ngee Ann City Kid's Central Big in the City(wasnt tat good compared to the last one).

What else is there? Oh yes....incompetent people whom im surrounded by. Thankfully...they are the minority.

Do what is right because it's right



That's the quote im damn sure i'll be able to remember vividly thru my life. It's from Letters From Iwo Jima. Its not just another war flick. Yup. I noe ppl already started moaning and groaning "why another one?!?!". Well, it certainly had the cinemas filled up(i got a ticket 3 rows from the front and i got the ticket more than an hour before the show), it had good reviews, it certainly didnt have much hype than any other movies that were released this month(they all proved to be a huge dissapointment) and it certainly had a connection with me. Or my life at least at this very moment.

War. It's a terrible thing. Again...everybody can say that they noe that war's a bad thing. But do they? Do they even have the opportunity to even come close to war like situations? Nah...they just believe what they see on tv. They dont noe what goes beyond the tv screens. The actual human emotions. Our hopes and aspiration actually dies when we go to war. Nobody's coming home alive. People simply go to war and die. Cept' for generals who claim to fight wars and able to come back alive. Those bastards are simply sitting in some air-con room planning on how we soldiers eventually die. Whether we die on the enemy's left flank or the right. Whether it'd be death by small arms or huge guns. The list actually goes on. All we can do to stay alive is to look out for each other. Nevertheless, there will still be death. And im not only referring to our side but the other side as well.

NOticed that im not calling them the bad guys or enemies? Well...while our own forces may seem to be referred to as friendly forces to our people, we are also referred to as the enemy to their people. Vice-versa for the other side. See...that's war. Everybody dies. Everybody loses. Nobody gains. Nobody's right. You dont win for being right. You win cause you're left. You're the only one left. That's how you win a war. There you go...more sadistic truth about war.

It isnt just about people dying. Not about destruction or the lost for others. Its so much more than that. A lot more. Some lost in translation. Others just unspoken of. Think i might change my own perspective about going to war as well. Nothing glamourous. Nothing great. If someone tells you, "Congrats! We're going to war!!" or somewhere along the line, be sure to give the fucker a boot to the face cos he aint thinking straight. You simply do not congratulate people to die. You simply dont...

Oh wells. A year has gone. 20 now. Guess what i did on my birthday? That's rite...i lit up a candle...yes...yes. And then.......i started to dig my own shellscrape. Followed by inspecting my men's shellscrapes and attended orders. Yeap...the birthday of my life! So the exercise went along uneventfully. First time i led my men to a fight. First time i led anyone into a fight. 20 something men versus 51 men and we eventually overcame them. HHAHAHA! WE're good!!! Auuwah!

Okay...enuff with that bullshit. Its getting old. Back to real life. Well...that's what it is to most of us anyway. What is deemed as real life by many is only temporary to me and many men like me. So what is real to many? Well...i suppose what they read in the papers is what's real to most of them. And by them im referring to people of all ages, religion, race and sizes whom resides in this bloody island. Hmph...im getting nowhere with this.

In the papers a few days ago(the newpaper actually) i've read a really really sad story. It's about an old lady who got kicked out of her own house by her own son just because her bitch-in-law couldnt accept the fact that she works as a cleaner. BRAVO! Bravo bitch...u dont even take a second to even realize that its because of her dirty job that she's able to put her son thru medical school and he's eventually able to earn at least 200k a month. She said tat she's ashamed that her mom-in-law was a cleaner. WTF?! If she's ashamed that my feelings that i have for her would be undescribable. Disgusted? Horrified? No...that would still be an understatement. Hell..it would still be an understatement to call it an understatement. Reminds me of the malay folklore "tanggang". The son and the wife eventually got turned into stone. Wonder what they'll get turned into this time. Oh! Oh! I noe!!! They already did! Well..not literally but they're practically stone with what they're doing to her.

On other news(seems like im reporting the bloody news now) OUR MPs are doing a hip hop routine for the chingay parade this coming weekend! AS if they cant make a fool of themselves anymore, they decided to come up with this sort of bullshit! Their aim- to foster ties and understanding with the youths of singapore. Word of advice: you're old people. Doesnt matter when u were born. You're already old people. A few more years and you would be qualified for the purple ez-link concession pass. SO START ACTING YOUR AGE OLDIES! So what if you're born after indepence? So did most of the people i noe. But are they acting like a bunch of yuppies? Nope. They're acting their age like most adults should be. Want to act young? Head down to a club on weekned. Dying for some old school music to remind you that you were young once? There's DbLO with their satuday's mambo night.

WEll...i've got nothing else to write right now partly because my comp is laggging like hell. So some other time i guess

A few more hours before i really turn 20. Oh yeah...its the age where u grow old to join the group of twenties ppl yet you do not get the privileges that they get after they turn 21 or even 23. Dont get me wrong...im not in a hurry to grow older. Well...i used to but found it quite dissapointing. Being a child was still the best time of my life. No cares. No worries. No money.....but who cares? No job. No responsibilities.

Look at me now. Take care of 6 men...some of them actually older than me. Some babies on the way and all sorts of something going on in their background. That's like being shotgunned minus the wife. Sorta. But its all good. Going out to fight on my birthday tmr! Yeah. What a way to spend the day i got brought into this world. Training to take someone else's life from this world. The irony of it is so great that i have difficulty expressing it in a way that everyone understands.

Oh wells...happy birthday to me!

I went to watch my brother perform at the grand finals yesterday(ya...go watch it on tv) and i suddenly had a question to ask my self. What am i good for? My younger brother seems to have it all. He joined silat and fought his way to being a champion. He picked up the guitar only a couple of years ago and he won more than a thousand dollars. He's doing alrite in school. Hmm...my elder brother seems to receive a lot of care and concern from my parents. He picked up smoking and my parents jumped to his case. Counselled him and all till he stopped. He wants to learn how to drive...and my parents gave him all the financial support when he need them. And when his studies stunk...my parents jumped too.

What did i get? Hmm..i picked up smoking and my parents treat it as if it was all normal. No nagging. No scolding. No counselling. Nothing. I went to play in a rugby finals...they didnt come. They didnt even want to see my medal or trophies that i've won in subsequent tourneys. My studies were alrite and they didnt take notice. When my studies werent alrite...they couldnt care less. No..dont get me wrong here...im not complaining nor whining or whatever adjectives that you can creatively come up with to describe my situation here. Why? Well...coz u're not creative enough being the singaporean you are and im really not whining. Jealous? A little bit. But not for the attention that i lack of. Im loving it! Yeehaa! But for the achievements that both my brothers have made. Whatever they are capable of..im lacking of it. I cant play the guitar nor really be smart in a sensible way(coz i only like to study and be smart in something which everyone else isnt interested in). Im just not musically inclined i guess. YOu could try to get me to play the trumpet coz i used to play that instrument. Guitar was urm...to mat-ish for me. Im not being racist here...im just being a dickweed. ROfl

Anyway...my brother's band was really rocking'. They did a cover versh of a song which was really really refreshing. For those who watch the show on kids central...you'd have to wait for that episode. And at this very moment...im listening to it again and again. Kinda hooked onto it. If only they choose to record it or something...yea, they could practically quit school and do some heavy rocking full time. But this being singapore...that's a really stupid thing to do. It's different yes, needs a lot of courage yes, with a bit of luck they might be able to make it after all yes but its still really really stupid. Trust me on this one. Whenever a decision is deemed stupid, i'd be able to recognize it being that im in command of men who have made stupid decisions in their lives. So there you go...

And yes...back to camp with 2 swollen ankles(got them from jumping off a certain heightened carpark after the performace). At least my "policeman heel" thingy doesnt hurt as much now. Chinese pain theraphy really works this time around. I can run now!! wohooooo! But my ankle just got more swollen so i think im going to take a bit of time off from all the running with my men. And that's how the cookie crumbles....

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!"