Saturday, April 30, 2011

Bill is growing a beard!!!
How can he?! Doesn't he know that I like him clean shaven, an having that huge hawk of his?!
The end of te world is upon us! Take shelter, Run, Hide!!!
I still think he's hot though...

Thursday, April 28, 2011


Gonna start the IPPT soon.
Hopefully I'll get a silver this time. I don't know if that's possible after just one RT, but hey, anything can happen eh?
New things about myself discovered, and I'm scared.
But slowly, I'm begining to embrace it. This is who I am. I didn't choose it, neither did my parents.
The world may say that it's wrong, but who are they to tell me what's right and what's wrong?
So, I'm just going to accept myself, and that's all that matters.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Phew... What a relief... I had thought that something might've happened between us or something...
Ugh... I love the fact that my psychological disorders create something unique in me, but at the same time it drives me nuts when it makes me paranoid and delusional. Sometimes only.

Still, it is Wednesday, and I've only another 3 nights here before I get home.
Monday is a holiday, and no need to return till Monday night.
It should be fine ^^
I think I'll plan something with my friends, or perhaps I'll just stay home and continue building up my creativity. We'll see...
Other than that, I've got speed training in the morning, followed by games, lunch, some lecture and a test.
And that's about it for my day.
The next day would be IPPT... and something else.
Till then.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Allbatus et Diabolus

One of my favouritest paintings of all time.
Allbatus et Diabolus

Thank you Leo. You're my bestest friend ever.
Wait for me, I'm coming back.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

The Devil and The Angel

My attempts at fixing my creativity has been going well so far.
Currently writing a short story, The Devil and The Angel, with 2 chapters up already.
Please read and comment on it, I would really appreciate some reviews.
Thanks in advance to all my readers ^^

Friday, April 22, 2011

Good Friday? Think not.

Here I am, back in camp... Because... I didn't get a silver...
Which sucks big time... It is Good Friday, but when you're in my position: What's good about it?
So, I finally got round to watching Burlesque. Words fail me, because that's how good a show it is.
And Cher is so beautiful in the show! My god, I could definitely fall for her.

And I got myself the Motorola Xoom. Happy boy ^^
Cost me a bomb though :(
So, I'm gonna have to walk home from now on for the next few months...
But oh well, so long as it makes me happy.

Monday, April 18, 2011

First day jitters.

Starting my first day at SCS. Hopefully the next 10 weeks will be sarcasticaly fun.
I am, however, getting my first day jitters... And it's not comfortable.
See y'all in 1 week.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

SCS, here I come.

Okay, so for those who don't know yet...
I've been posted to the Specialist Cadet School (SCS), for further training to be a specialist.
What this means is that I will go through the Basic Section Leader Course (BSLC), that will gve me the skills needed to lead men. Which in other words mean that I will become a 3SG, after I successfully complete the course.

I am surprised that I am being posted there, due to the fact that I only have a GCE 'O' Level certificate, which by right means that I am not elegible to be selected for command school at all. The fact that I'm chosen speaks more about myself, than what I actually realize. Maybe they see something in me that I've not seen. Or maybe they just made a mistake. In anycase it is quite an honour, and I will do my best. I've decided that I will not be disappointed or dread the fact that I will have to go for field camp and route marches. No, I've decided to just take it as it comes and hopefully, people will feel proud of me. And that I can feel proud of myself.

So SCS, here I come.

Friday, April 15, 2011

Sometimes I wonder if I've died... Maybe this is the afterlife. Which then begs the question, how did I die? Do I reenact the way I die here? Maybe then I bled to death, or jumped off the top of a building in a surreal state of mind, brought on by copious amounts of alcohol.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Glueklich Geubrstag!

Happy Birthday boy!
You're now 19 years old.
How're you gonna celebrate?

Well, I was hoping to have dinner with friends, but since they're busy...

It's okay, we'll celebrate with you.

Monday, April 11, 2011


A proud moment of my life.
4 months of gruelling training and conditioning that culminates at the Marina Floating Platform.
The signalling of the end of one journey, and the beginning of another.
Every recruit goes through this moment, and rejoices.
Passing Out Parade.

It all begins with the entry into BMT, during which time a recruit is put through his paces.
He trains with his comrades, learning skills that will give him the basics of military life.
He learns to shoot, cope with mental and physical stresses, lead men.
After which he is sent on the final leg of his journey that begins with a 24km march.

But here is the story of the 24km march, and my POP.

It starts with us setting off from the start point, at Changi Beach Park, at 6:30pm.
The first 4km was not a problem. The sun was setting and the sea breeze was blowing. Morale was high and we were singing songs about our sergeants, chatting and joking about.
But after that, things got bad...

At the 8km mark, my feet were raw from walking. Each step I took hurt. And to add to that, my left knee started giving me problems as well... It was sheer agony to walk. My breathing was laboured, and sweat fell down my brow in huge droplets. I was screming every few steps I took, just to distract myself from the pain. It was worse when I had to pretend that everything was alright in front of my officers, lest they pull me out from the march and prevent me from taking part in the parade.

There were only a few things on my mind through out the arduous march. The unbearable pain, my family and Yoshi. The pain was hard to ignore, prompting me to fall out all the time. But thinking of my family, of Yoshi, kept me going. I was not doing this march for myself. I was doing it for them. I was not serving NS for myself, I was doing it for them. To do them proud, to let them be proud of me, that's what went through my mind and kept me going.

I pushed on despite the pain, and eventually, I was rewarded.
We arrived at the endpoint, at the F1 Paddock at 3.00am, after marching 9 hours through East Coast Park.
I threw off my field pack, my helmet and combat vest. Collapsed on the ground and wept.
I made it. I survived the march and pushed myself beyond my limits. A huge sense of pride surged through me, along with relief and ecstacy. I did it!

After a precious few hours of sleep, we made our way to the Floating Platform, and the end was about to begin. The Parade started promptly at 8.00am, and we, the men of Scorpion Company, marched proudly out on to the parade ground led by our Officer Commanding and Company Sergeant Major.
As we marched out the city skyline came into view. And suddenly I knew why I was servng NS. I new why I had to. I had always known, but now it struck me deeper. The parade was over in less than an hour, and at the end we tossed our jockey caps into the sky. We were officialy trained soldiers.

Ecstatic, and tired. That's what most of us were. We went through 4 months of tough training. It didn't go to waste. To be on the parade ground that day made the 4 months of hell all worthwhile.

Passing Out Parade at Marina Floating Platform.

Marina Bay Sands and the ArtScience Museum in the backdrop.

Me and a few platoon mates, along with my OC.

The men of Scorpion Company, Platoon 2, Section 1.
(Photo taken during our field camp)

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Just as one degree can unmake a man,
So too can one degree make a man.
But in my case, I'm being undone.
And where is the hero who would save me?
He's so near. Yet so far.