Thursday, March 31, 2005
The past 2 weeks have been torturous..
Endless hours under the merciless sun
Distinct tan line caused by a beret, leaving my forehead split horizontally.
Blistered feet
Abrasions on armspits
Abrasions on... other parts.
Failed "homat senjata"s
Sweat drenched uniforms
Smelly red berets
Sunblock dripping painfully in my eyes, and not being able to wipe it off (now THAT's a bitch..)
Really shaggadelic "hentakhaki cepat hentah!"s
The repetition, after repetition, after repetition, after repetition of the parade proceedings.
Commissioning Parade rehearsals are truly an experience.. and i love 'em.
I love it that i imagine you sitting in the grandstands watching me, making me work harder.
I love it that you waited 7 hours for me to book out.
I love it when i pick up the phone during lunch break and words of encouragement are waiting for me.
But i DONT love the fact that i miss you
I love it that the harder my cohort works for this parade, the more satisfying it'll be this sat.
I love it that this victory as a grand finale for this fantastic chapter in my life is ever so sweet.
I love Contingent 1, who's worked so hard and come so far, from perfecting our "berhenti"s to marching in dressing to executing our rifle drills..
I love OCS' School Sergeant Major. (But not in THAT way you sicko)
I love his "GIMMIE 20!!" in that sadistic tone of undisguised pleasure.
I love it when our Wing Sergeant Major says over the PA system.. "Bravo Wing, that was a good parade rehearsal. Im very proud of you"
I will miss you, my beloved platoon 2.
I think i've found true friendship here in OCS.
2 more days till the big day..
he rocked the party at 5:45 AM |
Sunday, March 27, 2005
Taken from fellow ex-council exco and fellow current OCT's Liang Fu's blog:
"the moments in which i held her ever so close to me throughout the nite..her shapely body oh so full of curves.. i made sure she was safe..gently caressing her with my fingers i thought to myself.. what would happen to me if i ever lost her..now i would probably never see her again..
i remember stripping her down till all i could see was her in her naked glory.. with her staring into my eyes i headed right to where she needed it.. ... ... nestling her in my arms i could nevr imagine how much harm she could do.. till one day she showed just how dangerous she was.. well ..nothing got in her way..
our relationship lasted for a good 9 months..
but i knew i could nevr keep her with me forever.. soon.. someone else will replace me in her life.. and just like in all break ups .. we have to learn to move on..
i will miss u Cammy..
my dearest SAR 21"
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And wise words said to me just now from that special someone:
"Most commonly heard phrase on a sunday:
"I dont want my (dear/darling/honey/insert any mushy word) to book in!"
Army's a bitch, aint it.
he rocked the party at 3:29 AM |
Saturday, March 26, 2005
I love moments of euphoria bordering between safe certainty and emotional free falling.
I love the electric ecstacy that comes when two pairs of scarlet meet.
I love the fact that i dont want to leave even though i'll be late for camp.
I love the warmth of a sweet caress in the midst of media darkness.
I love the feeling of picking up my phone to a morning sms every morning.
I love closing the day with a tinkling voice every night.
I love the scent of dove shampoo after i take a shower in camp.
I love Armani White. (but not on me, of course)
I love the nuzzle of a cold nose.
I love embarrassing baby photos shown by enthusiastic parents.
I love beancurd skin.
I love soft, brown skin that's perpetually smooth.
I love cuddles, snuggles, giggles, and smiles.
But most of all, i want to love ____.
I just need to be sure.
he rocked the party at 4:59 PM |
joe and jon.. 2 very handsome bachelors looking for, ahem, nana and vampirasa
he rocked the party at 4:54 PM |
the bravo plt 2 commandos.. for honour and glory!
he rocked the party at 4:49 PM |
the councillors! the public relations officer, the president and the head of welfare, to be specific.
he rocked the party at 1:45 AM |
Thursday, March 24, 2005
The Officers' Creed:
I am an Officer of the Singapore Armed Forces.
My duty is to lead, to excel, and to overcome.
I lead my men by example.
I answer for their training, morale, and discipline.
I must excel in everything I do.
I serve with pride, honour, and integrity.
I will overcome adversity with courage, fortitude and determination.
I dedicate my life to Singapore.
ACPC has just ended, and it was surprisingly inspiring. The whole implication of receiving that sword tonight, and the 2LT rank in a week's time, has suddenly struck me. It sounds a little corny, but the fact that men in the Commando formation are going to entrust me with their very lives, and look to me for leadership and to "make things happen", really is a big deal. Those above me will be counting on me to play a big role in doing the formation proud. Heavy responsibilities are going to fall on my shoulders very soon, and i'm actually going to have to undertake them, since there will be serious implications if i dont. In short, its a scary thought that i'm going to have to play a big part in the SAF, or at least, in the Commandos, whether I like it or not.
Perhaps then, it is time for a shift in perspective.
I can no longer say that I have the "NSF mentality", to do what i have to do simply cause im stuck in the SAF for 2 years, and if i do it well, then that's a bonus then. I used to think that way, but after tonight, perhaps its time to change that school of thought..
Passion, as Chief of Army elaborated today during his ACPC speech, is the vital ingredient for this to work for me, for my men, and for my commanders. I figure that i did pretty well in school, in scouts, in council, etc simply cause i had the passion for these things, passion which made me go the extra mile to succeed. I never thought that i'd have to be passionate about army, of all things, cause i've always thought of it as a waste of my precious time anyway.
But perhaps now its time to stop thinking for just myself, and start contemplating on how my actions, conduct and decisions will affect the lives of many other Commandos. I can no longer hope to lie low and hope another year will pass quickly towards my ORD. It's difficult, but i know deep in my heart that for this to work out, for the men to respect and trust me, i need to be passionate about what i do, and believe in what i do. Its going to be tough commanding Commandos, and meeting the standard of the SAF's elite.
But im up to the challenge. As OCS' School Sergeant Major likes to say during commissioning parade rehearsals...
"GIMMIE!!"
PS: ACPC pictures will be up soon.. Be patient!
he rocked the party at 10:10 AM |
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
I'll be getting my ceremonial sword tomorrow during Appt Cert Presentation Ceremony.
I suppose its one of those "significant moments" in life that we're supposed to remember.
But frankly i feel that the whole meaning of the event is lost in all the stiff formalities we are forced to observe during the ceremony, dining in, and post dining in procedures. Ugh. That's the SAF for you, right there. (I'd rather just skip all the unneccessary procedures, and book out early, cause there's something im looking forward to on thursday night.. -winks- but what the heck, maybe all the formalities will become meaningful when the actual event happens.. i dunno.)
But nonetheless, it IS a beautiful sword. Ive just seen mine after putting the finishing touches on the labels of the certs attached to the entire cohort's swords. Lovely stuff. (Even if it IS made in a metal factory in jurong!.. betcha didnt know that now didnt you)
I wouldnt have admitted this 5 months ago, but now when i think about it, im glad that i went through ocs, and i'd be really proud to be an officer when i get commissioned. The NSF-i-want-to-ORD mentality is still there, but i figure that since im stuck in here, i might as well make the best of it and be useful for a change. I just hope that mindset sticks..
he rocked the party at 5:56 AM |
Monday, March 21, 2005
Amidst endless messages, late-night conversations, breezy strolls, friendly families, cosy mrt rides..
There's something special going on that makes life an euphoria right now.
I dont want it to end.
he rocked the party at 4:56 AM |
You, dear reader, are cordially invited to:
56/04 Officer Cadet Course Bravo/Echo/Golf Cohort's Commissioning Parade
which will be held on
2nd April 2005, Saturday at 6.00pm (come early!)
Yours truly will be in contingent one, 3rd row, 2nd man.
Yes, i have no shame. But what the heck, if you didnt know that little fact you probably dont know me well enough to come for my parade anyway. Hahaha!
he rocked the party at 4:51 AM |
Saturday, March 19, 2005
Sign found in SAFTI MI Dining Hall.. Apparantly, cookhouse "folk" like the friendly auntie who talks to us have been disappearing mysteriously. Must have been real "offend"-sive. Heh.
he rocked the party at 6:20 PM |
Perhaps, maybe, possibly,
I may have fallen in like.
he rocked the party at 5:50 PM |
Saturday, March 12, 2005
I can hear!! I can hear i can hear i can hear in my right ear once again. Oh, the bliss, the ecstacy, the brilliance, the enlightenment.. the world is beautiful and is filled with wonderful sounds. Hooray!
Enlightenment came for a fleeting thirty seconds this morning during a morning run, but left me sorely disappointed when i slowly returned to my half-dear state soon after. Later that evening, while watching a bboy battle at PS this evening, a sheen of light, a ray of hope miraculously burst through my ear, leaving me with crystal clear hearing once again, which has sustained, for about 6 hours so far till now.
I believe i was in such a state of euphoria that i failed to take note of the fact that bboy battles are actually very much rare here in singapore and that i should be feeling lucky that i was there to watch one. Those that performed were really good, kinda makes me wanna practise once again. There's hope for singapore's street scene after all.
And thank YOU for veggie dinners, compelling conversations and cosy movies!
he rocked the party at 10:13 AM |
Friday, March 11, 2005
Ingredients for that "im the king of the world" euphoria of feelgoodness that we all secretly live for:
1.A long weekend after the successful completion of Exercise Panther
2.An early morning jog and wan tan mee with back-from-brunei-skinny Liang Fu
3.A stay-at-home bum around stint for an entire blissful peaceful day
4.Dilbert's The Joy of Work by Scott Adams
5.S11 coffeeshop's Qui Lian Ban Mian
6.The discovery of a brand new file sharing programme which is like, 10 times better than Kazaa or iMesh. (and no!! im not gonna tell you cause if i do, its popularity will grow and it wont be that good anymore)
7.The discovery of Shutterfly, an image hosting site which is also 10 times better than my current album. (Captions! Captions! and more captions!!)
8.A good friend's irresistable impromptu invitation to dinner (to you: whyy, thank you! I aim to please.. -grin- i had fun too!)
9.A morning's (shagged) worth of runs, pull-ups, push-ups, crunches..
10.YCK's stadium's surprise speakers blasting Kevin Lyttle's Turn Me On during my run.
11.A fleeting period of pure ecstacy when my infected right ear cleared up for a period long enough for me to listen to Kevin Lyttle's Turn Me On for a bea-yoo-tiful 30 seconds!
Im pretty sure that weekends like these are the reasons why life is actually worth living for.
On another afterthought i was (after)-thinking about just now: I miss my beloved 25th Student Council.. where have all of you gone?
he rocked the party at 7:09 PM |
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
What's up with both my ears this year? (ooo that rhymed nicely now didnt it)
If you may recall, dear reader, that earlier in the ear (i mean year), in the ulu-ated province of Brunei, a bloody fly (ok technically, insect. it wasnt really a fly) flew into my ear resulting in yours truly having to take a 2 hour boat ride to the main city to get it extracted by a ear specialist.
(there are actually people who specialize in EARS?!)
And now.. barely a month later.. yours truly awoke on a beautiful sunny Monday morning during an off-day from army in a good mood which was quickly dampened by the discovery that my right ear felt like it was completely blocked. A trip to the doctor's revealed that i'd gotten an EAR INFECTION on my RIGHT ear (the one which the crazy bruneian insect DIDNT fly into). and i dont even know HOW the heck i got that infection. I certainly didnt go putting anything in after last month's lesson. Bah.
Now im inflicted by a ringing in my ears that sounds like my sister wailing 24-7. It doesnt even stop when i sleep. And I cant ear (i mean hear) half the things my friends or officers and saying to me, resulting in a pretty rude "haaah?" following every sentence they say, making my officers think im some arrogant pre-commissioning cadet. It hasnt improved for the past 2 days, even tho ive been on my largest dose of antibiotics in like, my life. (i dont usually take western medication cause my dad's an acupuncturist).
If ears didnt make me look so good, i'd cut them off. (ok ok just kidding, im always afraid to make these sorta sweeping statements in case they come true)
he rocked the party at 4:43 AM |
Sunday, March 06, 2005
1. ...or does it seem that life, in terms of having a direction, being inspired, getting educated, and being more socially active, has suddenly improved dramatically this weekend? Simply wonderful.. this sense of euphoria. :)
2. ...or does it seem that the whole world is breaking up? I now know of no less than 4 couples whom i know personally who have broken up. (no offence to those whom i've mentioned, im just making an observation.) Perhaps that my theory of "mating season" (during the period of July to December) and "breakup season" (from January to June) has some truth in it after all. Hmm.
3. ...or does my ear hurt like crazy? Its the other ear this time round, the one which the insect DIDNT fly into. Gawrsh, i sure hope its not another insect.
he rocked the party at 8:59 AM |
More De-phrases, courtesy of Kim! (the things ex-SA Councillors do when we're bored..)
Detest is de-thing that all de-students hate.
Debriefs are de-things that all army boys have a huge lack of.
Decoy is de-army term which refers to de-group of 3 platoons.
Delight is what you need to turn on when you are in de-dark.
Dependent is de-thing u give to de-girlfriend on de-birthday.
Decrease is de-thing that should NOT be on de-uniform.
Whyyy.. thank you kim! -grin-
he rocked the party at 7:17 AM |
Saturday, March 05, 2005
sunburnt sexies
he rocked the party at 9:12 AM |
every lady's secret desires: hunks and food
he rocked the party at 9:09 AM |
Thursday, March 03, 2005
Once in awhile, when i have too many little thoughts floating around in my head, each too insignificant to blog about but too many to ignore, i come up with a post like this..
1. Its times like these that i feel life isnt going the way its supposed to be, but all the other alternatives seem even worse than the present situation, thus it'll be better to carry on living in lousy reality, even if i feel its not right.
2. I scored really low for my tactics test 1 this week. (but passed, thankfully) Its the first time ive screwed up in a test because of having too early a start for studying. I studied for 2 hours the day before, promptly forgot everything when the test came, and still scored lower than those lazy bastards who studied like half an hour before the test. Who ever said life was fair?
3. I did really well for OCCT grading today. (translation for army acronym: Officer Close Combat Training, a sort of martial art they teach in the SAF, using a combination of locks, kicks, punches, jabs, chops and a whole lot of pain.) Miraculously, I did so well that I managed to achieve A.I status (translation for army acronym: Auxillary Instructor, meaning that when the instructors conduct a CCT lesson in the future, i get to help them out by playing instructor and screwing people who arent doing the techniques properly)
4. Commissioning Parade is coming up on the 2nd of April, and the Commissioning Ball on the 9th of April. Cant wait for both. :)
5. Major life-changing decision: I am seriously considering applying for a place at the London School of Economics instead of studying in the US as originally planned. According to PSC scholar Wing mates, its much easier to enter a premier UK university like LSE as compared to a US Ivy League, say Wharton. Also, studying there is pretty much straightforward and First Class Honours are almost a sure thing for Singaporean chao muggers like me. Hmmmmm.. decisions decisions. Thoughts, anyone?
6. I so need to book a date for my basic theory driving test, something which i've been putting off since November. Help.
7. I would really really really really really want a Nokia 6170.
8. I would also really really really really want to find a new mp3 file sharing programme besides Kazaa.
he rocked the party at 8:20 AM |
If debate is de-thing you put on de-hook to catch de-fish with, then..
Defence is de-thing you put around de-house to keep de-burgulars out.
Defend is de-thing on de-ceiling which helps to blow de-wind.
Depend is de-thing you write on de-paper with.
Decide is de-place which is next to de-centre.
Defeat are de-things at the end of de-legs.
Desire is de-name you call de-king with.
Decode is what comes after de-da vinci.
Declare is de-name of de-girl.
The things that my platoon mates and i can come up with on a rainy thursday afternoon..
he rocked the party at 8:07 AM |
