Inconsistent Rantings

Damn Feminist Tutors....

2008-09-23T01:44:00.003+08:00

This post has been long in coming...and again I am ranting. Before you bitch to me about my topic. I am all for Woman's Rights and all. They can do everything Men can do...so resting my case...I am continuing to bitch....

So far, I have been getting relatively good grades....Distinctions, High Distinctions, Staff Prizes and lowest being a single Credit for any of my units in any semester...

But, this semester, this bloody semester SUCKS BAD!!

I've handed in a few assignments, and I've been getting crappy grades.
50%, 55% and 68%

I mean seriously....

The 50% I can accept, since I did not follow the template and went off course.

The 68% I can accept too, since I knew it was just a draft..

But the kick in the nuts was the 55%.
I met my tutor for a look at the draft, and she gave me a few pointers here and there.
And when I asked, how it was overall, she said it was interesting and looked forward to it.

I took the damn thing back, edited the things she pointed out among others and handed it in.
I got the thing back with a chock full of comments about this and that with a Pass grade of 55%

And frankly a P to me is DEMEANING! Ok...fine...in poly, I would be overjoyed at a Pass grade, but not in uni.

I already had the feeling she never really liked me..being the only international asian student in tutorials, but damn...

I wrote in a e-mail to her asking her if she minded going through my paper again in hopes to get at least a Cr, but if that futile, I guess I will just look for the Unit Coordinator.

I have got to lose it soon...if this situation does not change, I am going to find a way to lose it just to blow stress...

Confounded bloody idiots marking my paper....

It's late, I'm tired. And I can't sleep

2008-02-20T01:05:00.005+08:00

Howdy folks, it's been a long time since I last posted anything. No one seems to notice however. I think the reason for that would mostly because nobody even comes here.

But I did make a bunch of new friends at this company called 'Innotrek' where I worked as an outdoor camp trainer. You know, the typical "build up confidence of the kids, bond them closer' kinda thing. However, I must admit, that some of the kids are a ROYAL P.I.T.A. and deserved to be put down. I don't believe in the soft approach of the pansies at MOE that say that children cannot be punished or scolded too harshly for fear of 'psychological trauma' and the other kinds of bullshit they are giving out. So what is MOE now but a bunch of spineless pencil pushes who hope that someone higher up would see their efforts and reward them? Hence the effort to bend over backwards to the parents. Here's a visual scene for you to imagine: A lone hobbit standing in the field, quivering in fear and pissing his pants while hundreds of orcs bearing down on him. That's MOE right there

My view is simplistic:
1) You scold and punish the child to make him learn from his mistakes. Negative reinforcement. Which in turn brings out children/people who respect the rules and come out straight and decent?
or
2) You coddle the child like he's made of tofu and he grows up to be a person who doesn't care about right from wrong, because he's brought up with a mindset that there are always people for him to hide behind?

I was beaten as a kid and I grew up fine. Here's a list of punishments I went through
1) My ears got pulled
2)My ears got pinched
3)My ears got pinched AND pulled
4)I got slapped
5)I had to slap myself
6) I had to slap my friend who had to slap me
7) I had to stand in the big black dustbin, cross my arms, pull my ears and do squats
8) I had to slap myself on the mouth with the chalkboard duster
9) I had to run downstairs to pick up my exercise book because my handwriting was messy
10) I had to run down again because I didn't come up fast enough.
11) I got smacked around with an exercise book.
12)I had to stand in the corner
13) I got my palm hit with a cane/ruler
14) I got my knuckles hit with a cane/ruler
15)I had to stand on my chair
16)I had to stand on my table
17)I had to squat under my table

Did that do damage to me psychologically? I can't say. But I can say this. In the end, I made it into Commandos, I made it through all the tough training without breaking and deciding to shoot somebody. And I'm not talking about the military kind of training. I was subjected to 'experiences' that does not make the news. Changing parades, doing push-ups on the hot ground in Thailand till we had blisters on our hands. All because we didn't march and sing. Crawling on stones and pebbles because we 'had it coming' Running up and down steep slopes because we were too slow. I got knocked it down after returning from the tekong medical centre after being stung by a scorpion. The officer who carried out the act asked if we had medical problems so I said I was stung by a scorpion. And he went "will it kill you? knock it down with the rest" so with hand throbbing, I knocked it down. Want others? I got a lot more.

And the most important point is that I made it through my entire two years without reprimand or getting any extra duties because I learned from a young age that if you don't screw around with the rules, the people who made those don't screw around with you. Simple as 1,2,3 or smacking a child with a book to make him learn right from wrong.

So what if I find it amusing to destroy the egos of arrogant punks and my heart fills with joy when I see them shed tears. Now they know that there are people around them whom they cannot just give attitude to and walk off for there will be repercussions.
Taint your hearts and Darken your souls people in the aforementioned ministry. If not, you are only going to screw up future generations with your 'kindness' as you did the previous ones with your 'thinking within the box' approach.

Seeya Later Perth.

2007-11-17T08:40:00.000+08:00

As I sit in my room overlooking the courtyard of Currie Hall. I look back over the year that I've been here. Not just in Currie, but UWA and Perth in general.

It's been a fun year here, met alot of new people, a made alot of friends. Irony is, all the way in Australia, I've made more Singaporean and Asian friends then Australian ones.

I actually feel sad to be leaving Currie at this moment, somewhat like the feeling I had when I was leaving camp. But changes have to come throughout life I guess. The people on my floor are changing as well. Some are changing blocks, others are moving out. It will be weird for a while since I've gotten used to cooking noodles and messing with them throughout the year, but I guess I'll just have to get adapted to the new people...

I'm still not done with packing at the moment...everyone who has a 20kg limit has reached it, and I've got a 40kg limit and I think I may have overshot it...bummer....I hate this airport thing...Gotta see how everything goes later.

Leaving on SQ226, 1650hrs back to humid land for a period of 3 odd months. Some friends will be dropping by and it'll be fun to see them there, but most of the time..I have no idea what I'll be doing. Probably go back to work....whoopie

Well guys and the odd reader or two that actually stumbles by, I'll be seeing you around

What A Night!!

2007-09-01T01:31:00.000+08:00

Whoa, it's been a long time since I blogged...Bite me....

The post will seem very 'bimbostic' for good reasons...First off, I'm sick with the flu, spinning head, sniffles and all....the other reason..you'll find out later..haha.

Just got back from the Adrenalin Concert. Hosted by Youthalive...I think. With the band from Youthalive, Pillar and Switchfoot.

It was a pretty awesome concert, though Pillar looked a little like Slipknot, but they did things in a Christian way. I didn't make it close to the stage though. My friend did though, think he got some pretty cool pics of Pillar and Switchfoot.

This would be Pillar..it's blur...what do you expect? It's a camera phone

Still Pillar...

They were loud...VERY LOUD...

My ears are still ringing now...

They closed with "Fireproof"
Nicely done..

Switchfoot....

I found them better then Pillar..not so much of a 'noise inclined' band..

Still Switchfoot....Don't know most of the songs they used, but they did use "Dare you to move" and as closing, "Meant to Live"

Well, these are the shots that I took anyhow..Should have brought my camera in hindsight.
Think my friend has better shots..He better...

Anywho, the other reason this posting is so weird, besides Adrenalin the concert, I also have
"Adrenalin - The Near Miss" bleeding out from my system.
Well, as some of you might know, I've been toying with the idea of buying a car. But after tonight, not anytime soon I think...

On the way back from buying pizza, near a roundabout, along what I thought would be a quiet road at the time of night..which was my mistake, encoupled with the the lovely smell of pizza, a hungry stomach and fogged windows, I didn't pay attention to the road as much as I should have. So....
At the round about, my friend suddenly grabbed my hand which gave me a shock, I noticed a car was on coming near the round about, but I couldn't really see it as the windows were fogged up a bit and I was too near to stop, if i did, I'd end up in the middle of road.

THANK GOD the car was slow enough and the driver was good enough to slow down.
They were probably cursing me and stuff, but I deserved it I guess. I even stopped the car should they wish to have a little scolding fest to which I would accept and apologize because it was indeed my fault, but again, thank God they drove on and other than the little scare, everything is fine.

Well, I can't take this little scare and not drive anymore. It's all in the mind I guess, I injured my leg by a wrong landing during my first SOC, and the low ramp freaked me out abit, but I got over it. I can't let such a small thing hold me back from greater potential.
Which led me thinking, I've had alot of near misses in my life, whether it was me jumping into a pool, slipping and having my head miss my mere millimeters the edge of the pool, or missed getting shot in Thailand, even the dangerous things I do like diving and my airborne jumps. Sure I've gotten injuries and stuff, but none of them have ever threatened me to that extent.

And the ONLY reason I can figure out why that has happened is that God doesn't want me to die just yet. He's still got alot of things planned out in my life. I made a vow to serve Him till the point of death, and I don't think He's going to let me out of that bargain that easily. Which is good....I'm IMMORTAL!!! Kidding...it is stated that we shouldn't go around testing God in that kinda area....But yeah, considering the life I lead which I can honestly say isn't the epitome of Christian life, like the song "Indescribable" goes (Thanks for the song Ra) He looked into the depth of my heart and loves me the same, which I really think I should be grateful for...

I guess, I want to be a person that will have such a presence of God that I can say:
"As Waves Break Upon Rocks, So Shall Demons Break Before Me"

Pastor Benny's phrase really stuck in my mind till now :
"The blood of the Martyrs is the seed of the Church"
I don't usually remember such things, but that really got me thinking, what will I do when the time actually comes? I've been know to forget my promises to God when it becomes easy.
But I hope He will give me the peace to even die so that His word will spread if it comes down to that.
However, I really prefer to live for Him rather then die for Him...hahaha..
But during the final battle, I ask God will give me the first chance to kick satan straight in the rear before God lays the smackdown on satan for causing all this trouble.

Born a Commando wanna-be, Trained into a real Commando, Now hoping to be a Commando-For-Christ. First into battle, taking the hardest task and laying waste to the enemy to set the captives free

H.U.?

H.U.A.!!!!!!!

Weird Dreams....

2007-05-18T15:02:00.000+08:00

I'm pissed bored and writing my essay on
'What are animistic and primordial beliefs and what role did they have in traditional village societies dependent on agriculture for survival?'
My journey has digressed from researching for information to reading ghost stories
And you wonder why I'm having weird dreams...not scary dreams...well..not in the normal context of scary anyhow...

Dream 1)
I was sitting in a math class...and the lecturer was talking about probability. The image on the overhead was this whole range of patterns that were filled internally with dots, dashes, symbols etc. etc...and the question was...which is the next pattern..and we had like a hundred to choose from. As all of you know..the reason for my being in the Arts Faculty is that I don't hate math....i LOATHE it...so any how....I'm sitting there like a dumb ass retard staring at the screen, wondering why in the world did I take up maths in uni for. I looked to my right and my friend was sitting there and I went. "I thought you said maths was easy???" he just looked at me and gave me that shoulder shrug that usually entails "Shit happens mate" and now I turned to my left..and there my other friend was scribbling away faster than I can say "How Fast Can A Wood Chuck Chuck If A Wood Chuck Could Chuck Wood" And I can say it pretty damn fast too.
He ain't going to pay any attention to me short of me smacking his head...So this is the part where I woke up. I raised my hand to the lecturer was an old balding man and went "Sir, I just transferred into math class and I...." couldn't even finish my sentence when he Yelled "THAT'S NOT MY PROBLEM, GO FIGURE IT OUT!!" And I woke up with a start, turned to check the time and realized that hey...I AIN'T TAKING MATHS!!! SCREW THE TIME!! I'M GOING BACK TO SLEEP A HAPPY MAN!!!

Dream 2)
Well, it wasn't really a dream..more of a feeling you get...
I took a nap in the afternoon..and I woke up with this thought... "Shit..today's Sunday...I need to book into Currie hall tonight cause I start school tomorrow. Back in the days, my dad used to send me back to camp, but I realized that good old dad is back in Singapore and I'm in Australia..and I went. "damn, now how do i get back? I've been at Currie for 3 months and I still don't know the way back" To which I realized...I'm already at Currie, in my room, on my bed.

Talk about weird....and yeah..the exam schedule is out...16th, 19th and 21st June...
2 papers on the 19th...Man....that's got to bite.....
I'll be back in Singapore end June to End July...

Catcha Later

Gripe me this....

2007-03-28T14:51:00.000+08:00

Okok...I know it's been a long time since I updated...not that I've got 10k hits a day or something..I'd be lucky to have 2 people stumble onto my blog a day....make that a week.

Well, I'm taking time off from writing my essays..2 down, 2 to go. The 3rd one is 90% done..and the 4th..yeah..haven't started that one yet. Bite me.

It's not that cold yet, but I'm sitting here with a double layer of clothes. They don't activate the heaters in the room until nearing winter...and it's like 13degrees at night. Right now, at 1500hrs Gripe Time..it's a balmy 22 Degrees. My toes feel like little ice cubes...At least I am dry with a two nice thermos flasks of hot water to make nice cups of green tea. ANTIOXIDANTS!!!

Uni life has been pretty good for the past month. A total change from the way Singapore does things. In SG your spoon fed.. Here it's.."Ok, here's my material, do what you will with it" and sometimes, after I leave the lecture..I go.."what??" or "who can I see to get that hour of my life back?" Tutorials are fine...Oh, in case you (the unfortunate person who stumbled here), I'm taking
Linguistics, Anthropology, Asian Identities, Creative Writing.
Of which totals up to a grand: 12hr week!!! I get Wednesdays and Fridays off.

I tried writing this for my friendster profile, using things from my Linguistics class:

I do hope you get my semantics by my pragmatics, and there is no syntax error along the way. Pardon me if it seems very arbitrary. It's very locutionary without any illocutionary meanings. But I do hope the perlocutionary is a positive one. Pardon my declaratives. They aren't meant to be imperatives. But if you do have any interrogatives, please go ahead. But I hope my commissives does have a positive outcome, because my expressives seem to be very out of place. It might be however symbolic in such a way of my mental state, but I cannot find anything iconic about it. Maybe everything is just indexical to you. So what am I violating for flouting to you? Am I doing the maxim of Relation, Quantity, Quality or Manner?

Oh right..anyway, I was looking up some stuff on the net for my 'Asian' essay and I kept found that I have another thing that irritates me...you know how some people try to 'act cute' by coming up with a 'cute' mail account?

Here's a few:
naughtyxxxxx@hotmail.com
babyxxxxxx@hotmail.com
littlexxxxx@hotmail.com
cutiepiexxxxxx@hotmail.com

And some of them post pictures up with em hoping to attract flies. Some camera whoring is fine, but when it's profile pic after profile pic after profile pic after profile pic after profile pic, it tends to get very very very very very anoying. If your cute/pretty (I would put handsome, but I'm sure as hell not a faggot) I'd be all for it. Talk about a biased point of view..Guys..don't give me the crap about "it's the personality that counts". We're talking about email adds and pics. You can't tell jack from a photo. I'm inclined to go with Russell Peters on this one when he said: "One of the ugliest girls I've met was called pretty" She came up and said "Hi, I'm Pretty" and Russell goes something like "Not unless you put Nasty at the end"

Ok, I needta get back to my essays. I've written quite a wee bit here today. Drop me a tag, but if you insult me...I'll track you down and spay you.

My Last Day In Singapore

2007-02-16T16:03:00.000+08:00

In about a day, I will be leaving Singapore to pursue my degree at the University of Western Australia in Perth. My holidays of 7 months have come to an end. It all feels kind of surreal at this moment. Just like the time I entered NS and the day I collected my Pinkie. I guess I've been elevated to a plain of fantasy and dreams where things don't seem real to me anymore. Just like the song "Row row row your boat". Life is but a dream...But I did however manage to cross one thing off my list before leaving. I passed my driving test. On the first try too. Anybody want the name of my instructor? He's got quite a high rate of first time passes. His pick up point is at Bukit Gombak MRT station. Drop me a message or something. Still on driving. I did make some mistakes though. 'Steering while stationery, Car roll back less then 1m on slope. Changed lane abruptly. Didn't check the mirror when slowing down /moving off" And that's about it. 18 points too. Noticed I didn't get any "Blind spot" deductions. Supposedly according to my instructor, the tester I got was super strict and has a 90% fail chance. So during the test, I fell back to my 'Operations Mode'. At the beginning of the test, as I started off, I didn't release the handbreak fully. The tester went "your handbreak not fully down". I was thinking "Oh crap..there goes a few points." And then I went into "Ops Mode" Here's a few examples I did.

Tester: Turn left here.
Me: Roger that. Turning left here. Mirror... Clear. Oncoming vehicles...Clear. Blindspot...Clear. Moving off now

When I was approaching Junctions:
Me: Approaching Junction. Slowing down. Junction Check...Clear. Proceeding

At pedestrian's:
Me: Approaching pedestrian crossing. Slowing down. Pedestrian check. Clear. Proceeding

U-Turns:
Me: Approaching U turn. Engaging engine break. Filtering in. Signal on. Checking blindspot. Dropping to 2nd Gear. Stopping. Oncoming vehicle. Clear. Moving off."

I basically gave him a running commentary on what I was doing. But I was rather talking to myself. But making sure he could hear me. You may laugh. But I passed with a super strict tester. THANK GOD!!!

Now all I got to do is wait for my license to get posted to my house and from there to me in perth for conversion. Gonna have a weird time though. I haven't parked without poles yet.

3 weeks to flight

2007-01-27T00:15:00.000+08:00

Finally time draws nigh for me to fly. Well, 3 more weeks and off I go. Another new phase in life.
Uni time. Well, looking at how I fared for my O's it's a miracle I've made it this far in life and didn't end up peddling pirated DVDs at some bus interchange.

I've not even begun packing. But that's not a feat, my friend is flyin on the 31st and he hasn't even started. Oh well, different strokes for different folks. But that's not the foremost thought on my mind. Before I fly, I've got my driving test. Flying on 18th, test on 15th. Well, I don't know bout you guys, but I've reached the stage where I don't really care if I pass or fail. I've spent like 1k on it, so yes. It will be a sad thing if I fail, and a bonus if I pass. Wish me luck. HU-A

Going on to uni life...so many things I need to decide. Clothes, items, stuff are the things that I need to settle here. Buying in a Timbuk2 bag specially for uni. Cost me like a flipping $102SGD....it's considerably cheap compared to the price here, but it's still $102. Also getting my hands on a Claymore mine Bag...it's a handy little thing. Just right for trips to the shop and stuff. Keeps a wallet, phone, keys and maybe my MP3 player snug. By all that's holy, I'm becoming vain. BITE ME! I'm going to uni. Then what's the claymore bag for? Well, although I am gonna becoming more 'flashy', I was a demo man in army, and I have a affinity for such things. I love when things go boom...

Anyway, more to uni life. I'm stuck. I've got a dilemma. Should I choose a major in English or Anthropology?

A serious word of prophecy

2007-01-20T23:47:00.000+08:00

Hi guys, this isn't a gripe. But something that scares me. Seriously. I know that for most of you who know me, I haven't been the 'living example' of a christian. Well, for a few months now, I've been getting the heebie jeebies. Well, (take this seriously) have you noticed all the things going on in the world? Climatic changes, wars and everything else. Ever wondered if world is coming to an end? Well, for those who don't know and are curious. Read the book of Revelations in the bible. Anyway, coming back to it. That is the thing I've been feeling. The world is going to hell in a handbasket and we are doing nothing about it. I'm guilty of letting it happen and not praying or living my life as I should. I can only repent and pray for God to forgive me.

I read this article and it really woke me up. Don't just laugh call me a doom seeker and forget about it. Remember it. And when the day comes. you will know who is the true God. The one I love and will live for from this day forth. His name is Jesus.

Read and mark out those significant things like wars and stuff

http://www.israelmybeloved.com/channel/word_from_zion/article/13

A serious word of prophecy!

By Jan Willem van der Hoeven

Do not despise prophecies. Test all things; hold fast what is good.(1 Thessalonians 5:20, 21)

This is such an awesome word in its specificity and seriousness from a loving and tenderhearted man, Maurice Sklar, also a magnificent violist, whom I love and respect as a true brother and servant of the Lord, that I feel to send it on almost in its entirety to you, hoping it will cause us to seek the Lord with all of our hearts for cleansing and dedication to His purposes and turning from everything that still keeps us captive. May it be so!

THE PREPARATION OF THE BRIDE

"And to the angel of the church of the Laodiceans write? I know thy works, that thou art neither cold nor hot: I would thou wert cold or hot. So then, because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spew (vomit) thee out of my mouth. Because thou sayest, I am rich, and increased with goods, and have need of nothing; and knowest not that thou art wretched, and miserable, and poor, and blind, and naked: I counsel thee to buy of me gold tried in the fire, that thou mayest be rich; and white rainment that thou mayest be clothed, and that the shame of thy nakedness do not appear; and anoint thine eyes with eye-salve, that thou mayest see. As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten: be zealous therefore, and repent. Behold, I stand at the door and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me. To him that overcometh will I grant to sit with me in my throne, even as I also overcame, and am set down with my Father in his throne. He that hath ears to hear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches." ( Revelation 3:14-22)

As I was reading and meditating on this scripture, the Lord said to me: "I am sending my refining fire into the church. I am separating My bride from the Laodicean church of today. I am preparing her. I am purifying her. She will be without spot and without blemish. I will return for her in the midnight hour.

Only those that are watching and praying; only those who are embracing the message of the cross and holiness; only those that walk in the power of My spirit in moment by moment obedience; only those who are overcomers will be a part of My bride. Most of those in the church will not be ready for Me when I come for My bride.

Many think they are saved, but they are not at all. They are serving pleasures, lusts, and are in love with themselves. They are consumed with this present world and its' selfish ways. They are in love with money, success, and covet fame, position and power. They do not want to deny themselves, take up their cross and follow Me. They refuse to forsake all.

Therefore, they will not be ready and will be left behind to face the great judgments that are about to come upon the world. Warn those that are lukewarm and have left their first love for Me, that if they do not repent, I will vomit them from My body.

I am preparing My bride. This is her hour of glory! I am purifying her. I am adorning her with My crowns and My jewels and My beautiful gowns. She shall be without spot or blemish. She will be dressed in My robes of righteousness ? pure, clean and white.

Who will come to Me and buy from Me what they so desperately need? It still is not too late. Repent, and return to Me with all of your hearts, so that you do not perish with this evil world.

I am sending a mighty army from mainland China along the old silk trade routes and into the unreached nations that have been called the 10/40 window. When they finally reach Jerusalem, THEN KNOW that the wedding day is upon you.

Look up, for your redemption draweth nigh. I will then come in the clouds and meet you in the air! But, the remaining nations must still hear my gospel of grace.

This will be the final and greatest harvest that the world has ever seen. Many hundreds of millions are waiting to hear the good news in China, in India, and in the other Buddhist and Muslim dominated regions of Asia, the near east and the middle east, as well as the poorest of nations in Africa and central and South America, as well as the hundreds of islands in the oceans of the earth.

I am shifting my focus to them.

But you, O church of America and the West have prostituted yourself at every opportunity before every high place and idol shrine. You have substituted religion for My Presence. You shall surely perish when the fullness of My wrath comes upon Babylon. You shall be utterly burned with fire.

You have heard and received the fullness of My love and grace, America. Still, you spit in My face and harden your hearts and refuse to turn back to Me.

Europe, you rejected Me and threw Me out. For hundreds of years you provoked Me to wrath. You despised My people Israel and slaughtered them in a rage that reached to heaven after robbing the Jewish people and throwing them out of nation after nation. You did this all in My Name!!

How can you escape the wrath to come?! You cannot.

Therefore, you shall receive and drink the fullness of My cup of wrath. Prepare to meet your God, O Europe!

Europe, you shall receive ?the king? that you desire to worship instead of Me. He is soon to come forth. When you receive his mark, you will be eternally damned.

O Babylon, You drove My people from their homes in Gaza, and then started upon Judea and Samaria in Israel. Therefore, I will drive you from your homes in direct proportion, as you have seen in New Orleans, Louisiana, and the Gulf Coast.

There will follow two more judgments ? one in a major city of Europe and one in the Arab nations in the middle east before the end of this year. I will shake California in a warning, and then there shall finally come the earthquake that I have mercifully withheld for so many years.

Millions shall perish in the ensuing floods and the west coast of America shall be removed and fall into the ocean. Boston shall experience a major attack upon a great school that once preached My gospel in ages past but has left the faith of their fathers ? never to return again. It will never be rebuilt again.

There shall be 5 terrorist attacks that will hit America in ever increasing destruction upon the major cities.

Before the end of 2007, a nuclear "dirty bomb" will blow up in a major city in the south of America.

New York City will receive 3 major judgments before the end of 2008. Each one will be more devastating than the last. One will shake the entire financial world and cripple the once invincible financial power of America. Millions will lose everything in a moment. It will make the crash of the stock market in 1929 look like a little thing in comparison. America will no longer be the financial leader of the world.

Another judgment will destroy a major stadium during a sports event.

Yet another explosion will destroy nearly an entire Borough of New York. But for the sake of the Jewish people in New York, I will supernaturally spare them.

After this, I will cause the largest aliyah (return) of My people (the Jewish people) from New York (and other regions throughout the developed world to Israel) in all of history. But only after the entire financial system that they are dependant on collapses will they all return to the land that I have promised them.

Tokyo, Japan. Hong Kong, China. Johannesburg, South Africa. Calcutta, India. Sidney, Australia. Chicago, Illinois. Los Angeles, California. Paris, France and many other cities will experience major catastrophies in the next five years. Millions upon millions will perish.

The aids epidemic will devastate the population in Africa to half of its' present size in the next 4 years. Many other incurable diseases, famine, drought and starvation will soon devastate the under-developed nations of the world in a way that has never occurred before.

North Korea will launch a sudden nuclear attack and then be completely destroyed. Only the prayers of South Korea can stop it.

Pakistan will become a leading center for world terrorism and will experience a nuclear attack, also.

Israel is soon to once again send their planes and blow up the nuclear "plants" of Iran.

Syria will soon collapse economically and be replaced by a fanatical Islamic government.

A major coordinated Al Qaeda terrorist attack will blow up many historic places in Europe that were once bastions of true Christian faith, worship, art and music.

If America does not stand up now and defend Israel instead of forcing Israel from their land, we will continue to face the devastating consequences here.

This is but a fraction of what is soon to come if there is not repentance and turning back to Me. I will shake all the nations, and then after each disaster, I will pour out My grace and bring in a mighty harvest of souls for My kingdom.

As birth contractions happen with a pregnant woman, so will these events happen ever faster and greater. Each one will be more devastating than the last one, and each one will come closer and closer together. Haven't I said exactly this in My Word?

Each disaster will judge and smash an idol that is worshipped by the world system of Babylon. I will then show Myself as the one true God over them all.

I will judge Hollywood and the entire movie industry for the millions upon millions of souls that they seduced and sent to hell.

I will judge the news media and the television industry.

I will judge the music industry. I will overturn the whole music industry in such a way that they can never pollute the world ever again.

I will judge the internet pornography industry. Whole internet computer systems will be permanently shut down.

I will judge the abortionists and their supporters. I will judge and reverse the Supreme Court. For a short time they shall change the laws to fear and honor Me.

There is coming a revival of morality and religion in America as a result of these calamities, but it will be a false one for the most part. God will become popular in the culture, but not the Bible and My name (Jesus). It will be a false gospel message. Not many will truly be born again. Only a remnant in My church will truly stay in right relationship to Me.

When you see me take Billy Graham and Oral Roberts home, you will know that America and the West have received their last call.

As I said in My Word, unless the Father would shorten these days, even the elect would not be saved. The deception of "Christian religion" will grow so great, that it will be nearly impossible to recognize the true prophets and teachers from the false ones. Counterfeit miracles and false "signs and wonders" will come and deceive many. Churches will preach a "success and personal achievement" gospel. Even false healing meetings will come and actually produce real miracles, but they will not bring the people to Me.

The preaching of My supreme Lordship, the cross, My blood, holiness, and the fear of the Lord will become more and more rare, even more than it has become during the last 35 years.

Nevertheless, I have supernaturally preserved and kept My bride pure and faithful to Me. I will continue to do so. Most of My bride is in mainland China now. Many are in Asia, and Korea and India and Brazil and Russia and Kenya and Nigeria and throughout Africa.

Most of My bride is hidden away in their prayer closets and have been persecuted and driven out of the churches by abusive pastors and false prophets, ministry leaders, and oppressive government leaders. Many are in prison. Some are daily dying of starvation and disease. Most of My bride has been beaten and left by the side of the road by the religious 'wolves in sheep's clothing'. They have been forgotten by the blinding greed of those hoarding their money and riches.

Only the Good Samaritans can even spot them and see them. The rest are blinded. Only a few really love My bride the way that I do.

My bride is being purified through the fire of many trials of afflictions and persecutions at this present hour.

Those that walk in My love and embrace the cross are being separated and persecuted by the Laodicean church. Those that are truly anointed and bringing the pure Word from My throne are being thrown out of the pulpits of the land and off of 'Christian Television' in favor of the confession of the Laodicean church: 'I am rich, I am increased with goods and have need of nothing. I am healed. I am blessed.' Really???? Are you???? It doesn't look that way from My throne in heaven!

Beware of any teaching that is selfish and appeals to your lusts and feeds the love of money in your lives. THAT teaching does not come from heaven. That is not My voice. My blessings come through seeking first the Kingdom and My righteousness, not from heaping riches upon yourself while the rest of the world starves to death and dies and goes to hell because of your selfishness and greed.

You will see when you stand before Me what the TRUE RICHES are. The souls of the lost are the jewels in the crown of My bride. My worshippers and musicians, artists and those that carry special anointings have been almost systematically removed from ministries and church leaders in favor of what is popular and can bring in the most money and please the people. This is an abomination in My sight.

Watch and pray that you may be accounted worthy to escape the things that are coming upon this earth. Receive My grace through the refining fire of the Holy Spirit so that you can be a part of that beautiful lady and bride. I am preparing her! It still isn't too late! Join with her and take up your cross and deny yourselves and follow Me. That is how to be TRULY blessed and healed and delivered and fulfilled in life! That is the only way that My gift of eternal life can shine into the darkness of the world around you"

"Wherefore come out from among them, and be ye separate, saith the Lord, and touch not the unclean thing; and I will receive you, and will be a Father unto you, and ye shall be my sons and daughters, saith the Lord Almighty?Having therefore these promises, dearly beloved, let us cleanse ourselves from all filthiness of the flesh and spirit, perfecting holiness in the fear of God." (1 Corinthians 6:17-18, 7:1)

"And I heard another voice from heaven, saying, Come out of her (Babylon), my people, that ye be not partakers of her sins, and that ye receive not of her plagues." (Revelation 18:4)

Love in Our Messiah, http://www.injesus.com/Groups/ViewMessage.cfm?MessageId=CB007939&UCD=vp9 Maurice Sklar

WHAT THE DEUCE!??!?!

2006-11-23T16:51:00.000+08:00

Ok, I came across this while surfing around on the net and I felt it would be a bad thing to pass up such a good chance to show this crappy piece of language to you guys..

Keng says:
well.. i intro me first... my name is keng guan,19, tar student 4 now... still single now... hehe i duno u be4 adding u... N i dun mind 2 tell u that the reason i add u is becuz i think u r QQ... i duno whether u like ppl 2 say u cute onot but 4 me, u r like my dream gal type la... hav a nice smile, cute,pretty,gorgeous.... u hav icq ??? or email ad?? emm, hope u dum mind i saying all this k... i dun wan u think that i m a bad guy lo... i juz be frank with u n hope v can be a fren first... honestly... very hapy... tell me more bout u k.....

I mean..WHAT THE DEUCE MAN!??!?!

Uncomfortable Taxi Rides....

2006-11-15T22:21:00.000+08:00

Have you ever taken a taxi where one topic stumbles into an uncontrollable spiral of one sided talk. Now you gotta understand something about me that all my friends know. I may be chinese on the outside, but except for times of divine intervention where I manage to order a packet chicken rice for the hawker centre uncle..I'm illiterate in that language. And even more so for dialects. Anyway, back to my taxi ride

I was on a job to deliver something parcel to a printing company. On the way there, I hitched a ride in a taxi with a malay driver. He talked to me about getting old, how he has no time for exercise anymore. When I asked him why, he told me "you know the new X BOX 360..I go home etc etc and then after that I play for a few hours" ...That conversation I managed to handle well. It was in english. Now, it was the ride back that was weird.

This taxi driver was a semi senior citizen. Apparently here's a snippet of what I could make out.
Now picture this scenario: I'd just boarded a taxi on a dark and rainy day (as horror movies go)

*Conversation has been translated into english as I best could so the grammer could be off *

Taxi Driver (TD): Ah boy, where do you want go?
Me: Maybank Tower please
TD: Where?
Me: Maybank Tower...2 battery road
TD: Where?
Me: Beside Fullerton hotel.
TD: Eh...wher....Ohhh...I know I know..

After a short peaceful silence.
TD: What you doing now?
Me: Part time job. Waiting for uni.
TD: Where?
Me: Australia.
TD: Good good..Singapore Uni horrible. Only know how to do from book. No book all die
(I kinda agreed with his point so I went)
Me: Yup

But that was only the tip of the ice berg

TD: Last time, I worked as an technician, the new supervisor. Just come from uni. Want to act big (followed by a whole line of expletives) want to do this do that. Everything also dunno. I work so long already, if I dunno how to fix, you think he know?....(noticing my silence, he tries to be nice and include me in) Right or not boy?
Me: Uh..right right..
TD: Yah man..aiyah...those singapore uni graduates...all idiots.

This was followed by another long story about how his manager decided to listen to the supervisor and so he quit, then the manager tried to hire him again but he proudly refused..then on to how he managed to change a black and white tv to a color tv by himself. etc etc etc..and don't forget..he's speaking dialect..so I couldn't really understand or answer him....

I tried to change to conversation by going:
Me: Raining Heavily...Good weather to sleep.
TD: Yah.....You got girlfriend?
Me: Nope..no time.
TD: Wasted..This kind of weather, sleep with girl is the BEST!!
Me: Errr.....ok.....

Now, this is where I got too much information.
TD: The other day I go to the doctor for check up. He say my sperm count very bad...
He then rubbed his two fingers together like he was having a sample there and said
TD: The doctor said like water..asked me if I was a playboy when I was young. Of course lah. young not playboy, wait for old then play what right?
Me: Ok then....
TD: Then ah...I tell you...
ME: Uncle..We're at Fullerton already. PLEASE turn in...

I don't need such information man...if it was a hot chick, I'd probably try to get her number while she's ranting..but an aging old taxi driver..man....such things don't just leave you alone..they come back to haunt you in the middle of the night when your lying there trying to fall asleep....

DAMNED I SAY!! DAMNED!!!!

2006-09-25T12:31:00.000+08:00

As a back up to my earlier post bout 'singaporean culture' of being either being blatantly stupid , ignorant or downright incosiderate assholes they are...here are some pics...

These two pictures were taken at tampines..sure..your already fat enough and can eclipse the sun...
so why not block the view of the oncoming buses for the people behind you...what's next?

Oh yes..this is next..her fat spawn whom she intiated into the world of the damned decides that he too shall follow in his's brood queen's footsteps and hasten damnation into the world as well...

Ahh...and here we go again..PEOPLE!! FOLLOW THE ARROWS!! the tip doesn't tell you where to stand ..it tells you where the flow of people is coming from!! Look at that...infants already being trained to be the BIG, FAT, STUPID, INCONSIDERATE, SCARED TO LOSE, DOOR BLOCKING, PEOPLE JAMMING PIECES OF SHIT THEY ARE!!!!

I tried catching them on video on how they encouraged the young imp (LEFT) to get into the train..it's like playin chicken with a freight train..I felt like stuffing his foot into the gap since he liked standing in the doorway so much...

TO THE GOVERNMENT OF SINGAPORE: YOU DON'T NEED THE '4 MILLION SMILES' CRAP...ALL YOU NEED IS TO REHAB IDIOTS LIKE THE ONES IN THE PHOTOS!! And we'd all live happily ever after..Since we're already so famous for it..how bout fining them? FOR PURE STUPIDITY!!!!

An Afterthought

2006-08-20T21:03:00.000+08:00

Back in the civilian world is a blast...well..I'm trying to make the best out of it. I'm learning to drive, I need a job to while away the time. Anyone in MLM reading this...It DOESN"T MEAN YOU!!

Well..anyway. Now as a 'NSMEN', if and when this country goes to war, I get deployed. Risking my life and the lives of my buddies in the field fighting the enemy. It's the duty of a soldier right?

But then again I was taking the bus the other day and I realized something that you'll find familiar as well. Aunties pushing their way up the bus, people standing smack straight in the middle of the doorway of the MRT and then forcing their way in as we try to come out. Some young mothers of a certain culture making their children move straight into the paths of adults coming out of the train hoping to get a sympathy vote and a seat. Old ladies staring at foreigners on the train as they keep making comments bout the sights they see. (Don't we do that as tourists as well?) Inconsiderate people who just stand in the middle of the bus and refusing to move to the rear for fear of getting anally raped by the leprechaun hiding in the rear and thus blocking or worse, preventing people from boarding the bus.

Is that what I suffered two years for? You can say "Hey, the other guys had to serve NS too." You might want to notice the beret color before you go on. I don't care what your rank is. If your not a red beret, SHUT UP!! cause the amount you suffered in your entire NS is taken up in our training phase to get the beret. Back to the topic..I got stung by scorpions, jellyfishes. Sprained BOTH my ankles, injured my lower back and right knee. Carried heavy loads for long distances. Get shoved out of planes. Rapelled from choppers. Battled foot rot, rashes, cuts and bruises. Forded rivers, get stuck knee deep in stinking mud. Risked dehyrdation and heat exhaustion. Fought my guts out for THEM?!!? By all that is holy...are you friggin kiddin me? And not to mention that as a front line trooper, my family probably won't get to bury my body if i ever get killed.

Are these the people I am fighting for? Really....seriously...For my family and buddies I served with, I would fight for them to the death in a heart beat..for these people..I'd rather see the enemy stuff them into railway cars and get them shipped off to some death camp somewhere before I shoot them myself.

Singapore..these are the kind of people you don't want around in an emergency situation because they'd rather sacrifice the needs of the many to save the needs of their own sorry asses! Damn it people...haven't you been taught in primary school bout being considerate? Remember 'HAO GONG MING'..(By Jove...I used chinese!!) Haven't your parents taught you well? Or are you one of the spawns of the young mothers I've seen inculcating their children with heathen teachings? And are now drawing your own spawns into the darkness..

Damnit, here the government is running drills on bomb threats and bio terrorism and there you go rushing and stuffing yourselves into nooks and crannies....please..go EDUCATE yourselves before you endanger our lives!! Far fetched you might say...but isn't the drills the government doing far fetched in that case? It's a probable situation that might occur. And if I am in that area and see that happening..I'll bloody tamp the bomb with your limp, bloody and battered bodies after I knock you unconcious!!! I'm sure you'll fit into so many nooks and crannies after that you'll remain in the area where you were trying to go permanently...

The Journey Has Ended

2006-07-21T01:13:00.000+08:00

All but a short short story for a long long journey

This morning, I 'ORD'ed'. As of 200706 / 1050hrs 20secs, I received my pink IC and was finally a civilian. I expected it to be more of a robust event, but it turned out to be really mellow. After getting my freedom, I proceeded to the canteen for the last meal of cream puffs and herbal tea, said my goodbyes to the gift shop uncle and the cookhouse staff and I was out of the gates. The euphoria lasted for a while. I made my fair share of calls and messages. Even going as far as to taunt my friend who is enlisting on the 21st of July. The exact date of my enlistment 2 years ago.

That's the last view of my camp pass before I returned it 5mins later. It's gone now..Goodbye Hendon...Hello Civilian world..

Well, on the train ride home, I looked at the picture of us I had with me and it started me thinking about the journey I had with the fine men of the company. We spent every waking moment together. Sleeping, awake, bathing, eating, suffering, bitching. Be it in happy times or sad times, we were the men the the Pioneer 6th Company. But it was a complicated journey. We were drafted first as 4th Company, the due to a reshuffling, we became Bravo Company, then 5th Company and in the end. 6th Company. The symbol: A Wolf. The motto: Divide & Conquer (CHECK OUT THE PICTURE ON THE LEFT)

I remember the day I enlisted..it was a rainy morning. I went to camp, handed in my pink IC. Waited in the battalion audit for them to issue me my 11B. Went to the hall for a swearing in. And then it all began. We were herded to collect our equipment. I was already carrying this huge bag and now I had another big bag to carry. It had wheels, so logically, I dragged it...and I was asked "Eh recruit, you think this is a holiday camp? Carry that bag" Our company line was on the 4th floor. So up we went and was brought to our bunks. I remember someone calling me "Janan.., Who is Janan" and that was the first day I met my BMT buddy. Ho Shi Xian..or nicknamed. Sex Ho.

I remember the water parades we had in the morning. I would puke time to time cause I wasn't used to drinking the water. The PT sessions where the common things were yelled "CANNOT COUNT TOGETHER RIGHT? START FROM ZERO!!" "CANNOT DO TOGETHER..START FROM ZERO" "THANKS TO YOUR BUDDY IN THE CORNER WHO NEVER COUNT. START FROM ZERO" "I CAN'T HEAR YOU COUNT. RUN AND TOUCH THE STILETTO!!!" To which we sorry asses had to run across the parade square touch the stiletto and run back. Off to breakfast all sweaty and sandy. Sat outside the cookhouse while waiting for the platoon to finish the back to bunk to change immediately without bathing. Go down with our SBO and Weapon for lessons.

Got stung by a scorpion during my first outfield. It was on my neck, but I swiped it off with my hand and got stung. Took them 1hr 30mins to finally give me an injection. Slept in a haunted camp. Crawled through the sand and got it in every crevice. The killer route marches we had. 8km, 16km and then the 24km to mark off our bmt end.

We proceeded to our BCT trainings where it was more tekan and lessons. And I was introduced to the thing I love doing. Blowing shit up. DEMOLITIONS!! We spent a week in tekong at the end of phase, then to our mainland for a few hours of rest and the off on our 35km march. And it tradition with our company, it rained! We got tekan again by our CSM. 2WO KASINATHAN S/O KANARAN. It was one of multitudes he rained down upon us. He asked something, we didn't understand and so he punished us right in the middle of our route march and immediately after dinner..it continued raining through the night. We marched up and down 1/2 of ECP. We were super tired by the return leg and were happy when we reached changi beach. We were told we would take shelter and wait for the morning before we continued for our corporal rank presentation. By jolly were we glad when we were under shelter away from the rain. It was beside the beach and by all the things I learned during geography lessons, I had to go forget about land and sea breezes. I woke up like a popsicle. Frozen stiff in the joints. The goretex the issued was no use. We walked like zombies f0r a few hundred meters before we warmed up and began walking in painl. We got punished again at the end site by that CSM. He said stand in a straight row. We were. From our perspective. So we knocked it down again. Got sand everywhere. Standing at the beach. We could see the sky turning a light grey and the rain continued to pour down. Finally the CO arrived, we got our ranks and our marched our asses back to camp.

We went for our various vocational trainings. I was in demolitions. I loved it. I remember the warrant telling us before he opened the bunk door "Sorry guys, it's a bit cramped. Hope you will bear with it" He opened the door to a chalet!! At hendon, it was like 16men/bunk. Here it was 8. ON KING KOIL BEDS!!!!
Oh wait..I had boat training too..we learned different skills. I was called P-Plate by my boat instructor (MSG Raj). I couldn't keep the boat in the wake of the front boat and stuff..Who knew..at the end of the course, I was the 2nd top boatman. Haha. I lost by peer apprasial. I kept screwing the other guys in the boat..especially FREDDIE LAM. That guy talks way too much, does way too little.

Next Phase..we went to Brunei well, we'll let the pictures to the talking:
That's my detachment on the first outfield...the one where I stepped into a big pile of doo doo...Literally....
River Crossing...Notice the green and yellow lifejackets? Yellow was for the weaker swimmers..Yup..that's me in there...the water was fine..the mud however..was slimy, gross and smelled like crap..literally...
I dunno about the rest of the detachment, but it left me wasted...totally wasted. Look at that face and deny that it's true...

BUTT PICTURE REMOVED...

But we had our share of fun..haha..our first mission rest point by the river..we ate (maggi mixed with combat rations) and drank(water, pocari, milo, coffee) our fill. Along with a refreshing bath in the river. I hope there wasn't anybody upstream from us who did the same thing and pity whoever was downhill from us. Haha.

My assigned detachment on top of some hill..Brunei's outfield can be summarised..Uphill, Downhill, Stream. Uphill, Downhill, Stream...
Here we are again. Going for the final mission objective in Ex Red Hat..Little did we know we were going to run out of water the next day.

Clearing brunei, we had our airborne training. 3weeks of endless "Push, Turn and Rollover" commands. It was a fun experience. Especially my first jump where I resembled a lady in labour with the with face and deep breaths. Had I eaten..I'd have probably gone along with cramped abdomen too..

Our 72Km road march where it took nearly 24hours to complete. Came back all sore and tired. But we really had to dig down to our deepest of mental and physical strength to complete it.

(ONE MORE PHASE HERE. UNABLE TO DESCRIBE)

We had our falcon phase while we prepared for ATEC..where I pulled off some dumb stunt that got me into the crosshairs of the higher ups.

Atec..yes...I got pictures for this one too..

Our Navex exercise...after taking this picture..further down the road..I sprained my ankle and was out of it till the actual mission started...

That's me with the busted ankle. Stepped into and hole. Foot went one way, body went another. Crack it went...and it's till not completely recovered.

Preparing to move off for our second mission.
The smiling faces and gung ho attitudes were all a facade to the dreaded feeling.

The final picture moments before our final mission move off.
We were planning to take a picture after the mission ended..but that was never to be..

We hosted the indonesians for Ex Chandrapura. Memories are on DVD..bite me

And finally....

ORD!!!
It was a long journey of suffering and pain. But we came through it as BCU for WY 05/06.

We may go seperate ways, but I will never forget anyone of you. Special Thanks to

Cpt Arnold Low
Lta Alastair
2Sg Lin Shide
3sg Ian Ho
Cpl Jumbo
Cpl Kang Wei
Cpl Kio Sai
Cpl Hong Kong
Cpl Tong Zhi Liang
Cpl Dana
Cpl Jin Han
Cpl Dexter
And the rest of 6 Coy for going this journey with me. And bearing with me despite my gripes!

Time has passed...

2006-06-27T21:08:00.000+08:00

Heya guys...starting off with a sad note..the girl whom i wrote about in the earlier post, has passed away. It was some time ago. My condolences to her family.

And on a happier note, I have 23days till I ORD. Whoopee!! I've been on leave since the 9th of June...many things have I done.. Gone for my first 'overseas non-SAF sponsered trip' and boy was it a good one!! Bought new clothes (haven't done that in about 2 years), registered for my basic theory, entered a 'business venture'. Many many things..except update this site. Cleared my locker on 9th June..or attempted to anyway..still got some things left. Weird thing though, I've always wanted to clear that metal coffin since the first day. However, upon clearing out my items and my multiple trips up and down the stairs (hey, I've got 4 duffel bags ok!) when it suddenly dawned upon me that I was feeling slightly homesick.

YES!! You got it!! It was a damned strange experience. It seems that although I have suffered many times in that corridor and those flight of stairs, it seemed I belonged there..I have not one iota of thinking to sign on..don't worry.

I've been thinking, I don't seem to be able to write as well as I used to....my skills are going down the drain! But I suddenly realized..it's not my fault! I've got nothing to write about. I'm in army..what can I write about without being charged? So bite me..I hope I will have more to write about once I ORD.

Time in relative..

2006-04-23T12:36:00.000+08:00

Hi guys, I was planning to spend my sunday morning griping about my week. Until I read the papers. Lifestyle section, about this girl from RJC. I'm sure you all have read it. If not, go now....

It was extremely moving for me. I almost teared up badly. I really admire the strength in that girl. She knows the worst possibility is coming and yet she remains a fighter and encourages her friends to remember her as one. If the same applied to me, I don't think I could hold up as well as her.

I've always wondered why this kind of things happen to the nice people of the world while the scum live on.... She's young too. 19 if I recall. That's like 5 years my junior and she's accomplished so much more than I ever have.

As I sit here and type, my mind is filled with swirling thoughts, such is it's effect on me that I can barely write how I feel.

The doc gave her a time period. Can you imagine that? God tells you that you never know when your going to go and here some mortal is telling you that you don't have much time left?!?
The doc said a few weeks to 3 mths. I have always rejoiced about these remaining 3 months before I finally ORD and leave army, and to me these 3 mths are eternally long, but to this girl, these same 3 mths are but a mere blip in the fabric of time. It's heart rending to just imagine the differences..

I pray for her recovery.

God bless, Joan...

To the tune of "Glory, Glory Halleluiah" come on now.

2006-04-15T00:01:00.000+08:00

He was just a cherry trooper and he surely shook with fright
as he checked all his equipment and made sure his pack was tight
He had to sit and listen to the awful engines roar,
And he ain't gonna jump no more.

CHORUS:
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

“Is everybody happy?” cried the Sergeant, looking up.
Our hero feebly answered “yes,” and then they stood him up.
He leaped right out into the blast, his static line unhooked.
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

CHORUS:
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock;
He felt the wind, he felt the clouds, he felt the awful drop;
He jerked his cord, the silk spilled out and wrapped around his legs.
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

CHORUS:
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

The risers wrapped around his neck, connectors cracked his dome;
The lines were snarled and tied in knots, around his skinny bones;
The canopy became his shroud, he hurtled to the ground.
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

CHORUS:
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

The days he’d lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind;
He thought about the girl back home, the one he’d left behind;
He thought about the medics and wondered what they’d find.
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

CHORUS:
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

The ambulance was on the spot, the jeeps were running wild;
The medics jumped and screamed with glee, they rolled their sleeves and smiled;
For it had been a week or more since last a chute had failed.
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

CHORUS:
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

He hit the ground, the sound was splat, his blood went spurting high;
His comrades were then heard to say, “A helluve way to die”;
He lay there rolling ‘round in the welter of his gore.
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

CHORUS:
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the chute;
Intestines were a-dangling from this paratrooper’s boots;
They picked him up, still in his chute and poured him from his boots.
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

CHORUS:
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
He ain’t gonna jump no more

ATECs A BUNCHA CHEATERS!!!!

2006-04-05T19:49:00.001+08:00

Hello there boys and girls, guess who's back from ATEC in Thailand..the unfortunate US!!! Yes!! Bring out the pom poms, break out the booze!! OUTFIELDS are a thing of the past!!

This was one hell of a trip. The first time i sprained my ankle badly. I've gotten twists and stuff, but never to this extent. It hurt like hell, I felt it crack 3 times going down. I thought I broke my ankle or something. Anyway, my csm pulled me out of the next two training sessions! YES!!! hahaha.. He had to, we were down on manpower and I had to fight the real thing.

But it's weird though, though the missions are over and I'm glad that they are, I can' help feel sad. Not sad as in no more outfields *are you friggin out of your mind???* but sad as in seeing the officers we fought with since long ago pack their stuff up and leave our company line.

See, here's the difference between our unit or rather our coy. and others. Here, the officers when they arrive, they are like strangers for the first few weeks or so. But after a while when we start the actual process of working together, everything becomes more like a level working plain, excusing OC, 2IC and CSM. And not to mention a few officers take a longer time to adjust to our workin pattern. Hahaha.

Anyway, yeah, after a while of working together, we get to know the working patterns of each other and usually don't intrude unless it's going to get us killed. We become more assimilated with each other rather than the 'almighty rank issue'. Even the regulars who join us as DS's also become more flexible. I can say our det was lucky to get Sgt Andy and Lta Alastair to take us.

Apparently, after this, they are going to leave us. Sgt Andy going back to the CRF and Lta Alastair going back to the civilain world. I'm probably gonna miss them.

That's me with them.

Miss you guys when your gone.

But the rest of the trip sucked..

ATEC...your a BUNCHA CHEATERS!!!
Tips for guys going against them...
1) They don't hide in their 'trenches' they hide behind the bushes nearby..and when you go and over run them..they come out..and go "10m rule..your dead"

2)They don't open fire..in the rare occassion they do hide in their trenches..i've seen 3 pple in one..as opposed to 2 to 1..the 3rd guys' reason...I'm the commander..sure..cheating buncha asses...anyway, they wait for you to approach before they 10m rule you again

3) Their weapons are not IR Linked...this one guy just tapped his TES set and it went off and hit me..and shouting 10m rule again.

4) They can 10m rule you..you can't 10m rule them. During the recent ATEC in thailand. My friend took down 2 trenches on his own and 2 clowns tried to flank, but didn't see him..blind idiots..they came close, he stood up and went "10m rule, your dead" They went "We don't play 10m rule" and shot back under 10m 5rds each which is a safety violation for them. The umpires on their side are bastards as well. They cheat too..

5)When assaulting an objective..e.g. Launchers.. Launchers in actual fact when in launch mode and transiting back to move mode does take some time..theirs can go on the dot. The drivers sleep in the 'launchers' and when we attack, the officers tap their windows and ask them to drive away without a realistic timing.

All in all...

ATEC YOUR A BUNCHA STINKING CHEATERS!!!! WHEN THE REAL BULLETS FLY, LETS SEE YOU HIDE BEHIND TREES AND OUTTA YOUR HOLES!! I DON"T TRUST TROOPS LIKE YOU TO WIPE MY ASS MUCH LESS COVER IT!!!

Ah...got that outta my system..feels good, like taking a good dump..like the shits they are..

The R&R was ...err... well..you get the drift..some parts were interesting..some were down right boring..

Went to a safari zoo with croc, dog and elephant shows, snake farm, floating market, a dam..yeah..

There are other things that I can't put online or I just get my busted...

It was the night before...

2006-03-06T19:43:00.000+08:00

It was the night before ATEC when all through the house Janan was seething...all pissed and roused...

The bags were all packed and standing there, for soon to airport he goes..

The rest of the country all snug in their homes

While visions of sleep danced in their heads

And mamma watching tv, and I on the comp...

Had just settled down for a last minute gripe..

When out from the distance there arose such a clatter,

I hoped the airport blew up..oh so much the better...

Away to the window I flew like a flash

Tore open the curtains and peeked out as best..

The moon on the breast of the dark tar road...

Gave the lustre of to mordor we go...

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a Toyota Picnic with headlights on high..

With my dad at the wheel, so lively and quick

I knew in a moment the time had come

More rapid then eagles, ATEC had come...

And he opened the gate and parked all the way

Now all packed, now all checked now check it again..

Check clothes, check boots, check all other sorts

To the car seat! Buckle the belts!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!

As dry leaves that before the wild hurrican fly,

When we met with a traffic light, mounted to the side...

So waited to turn green, then onwards we flew

With a boot full of bags and Janan Loh too...

And then, in a twinkling the airport we reached

The sadness of grieving of each little troop.

As I stepped in the airport and was turning around

Up came my DC with tickets in bound

He was dressed up in formal from his head to his foot..

And his clothes we so formal, so queer he looked..

A huge bag of suff he had flung on his bag.

And he looked the grim reaper opening his bag..

His eyes -- how sad they were! his smile was all sad!

His cheeks were all droopy, his nose like a mouse..!

His droll little mouth was drawn tight like a bow,

And the hair on his head all tusseled and long;

The stump of his tongue he poked in his cheek.

And the grief it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a tight little belly

Tha hardly moved when he ran the SOC

He used to be chubby and plump and a right jolly self

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A flick of his hand and a twist of his wrist

Soon gave me know I had everything to dread;

He spoke not a word but went straight to work,

And gave out the passes; then turned with a jerk,

Then scratching his head with a side of his hand

And giving a nod, backwards he goes

He went for his bag pack, to Det 2 he gave a whistle

And away we all went like the down of a thistle

In the airport was heard as we moved out of sight,

ORD ORD ORD LOH!!!!

NOTE..HE ORD...not US...we still have 4mths 14 days from this point...

A.T.E.C....

2006-03-03T21:46:00.000+08:00

Heya people....A.T.E.C is here...the final big hurdle we have to cross before we can ORD..
3rd &4th Coy just had their ORD parade...our DCs were supposed to have ORD'ed as well...but due to pestering and stuff...they had to extend their ORD date to fight ATEC with us... sad as that might be for them, it will be worse for us...considering we fought together for so damn long..and gotten used to each other's crap...it's sad to think that once this month is over, they will be gone and we won't be seeing them in camp anymore...but nontheless, we can always meet up outside for coffee and stuff, where I won't have to call them sir anymore..but I will do that just to annoy them..especially 2Lta Liu "184" Wen Hui...hahaha....
Not to mention my DC..2Lta Alastair...

Sir..when you first came to our det..you were super 6400...hard to work with in the beginning, but within the first week you more or less became a normal for us...but the real fun began after our...35kg Alice pack course...hahaha..that was the best...you became one of us from my point of view anyway...

Lta Kenny and Lta Jin Rong as well...you never did gel much in the beginning as well..but now well...for the fantastic 4...we seem to be no longer commander and men, but more as a same level with a boundary of respect that shows the difference..which makes it a whole lot easier to work in for both parties since we can all input our views...

I would leave a farewell note for you all, but it's not time for you to go yet...we still have A.T.E.C to go....since your leaving and we just want to ORD...let's just give those ATEC buggers a boot so far up their behinds they will still limp next year....

Well..for you people who have no idea what A.T.E.C means...to me personally..it means
A.T.E.C. = All Towards Ending CRAP!!!!
hahaha

Well...it actually mean "Army Tactics Evaluation something something"...I couldn't care less (CCL)

To me..all it means is "All Towards Ending CRAP!!!!" which means..once it's over...I don't have to put camo cream on my face anymore..go outfield for days..stink, get abrasions, lotsa blackheads and pimples, no more heatrash.....no more!!! NO MORE DAMMIT!!!!!

But to get there...we got to survive a whole month in the beautiful land of Thailand...
Don't get me wrong..I like Thailand...when I go there for a HOLIDAY!!! not for damned training...sigh....a whole month I won't be around...my mailbox is gonna be flooded....sigh...

I'm....not...thinking....straight....feel....weird......

I'll pick this crap up tomorrow or something..still needta pack me bags....
Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane..Don't know when I'll be back again....

Feeling weird

2006-02-11T23:30:00.000+08:00

Falcon is over...I survived the week...And suddenly...I'm feeling this weird thing..and HELL NO!!! IT"S GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH VAL. DAY NEXT WEEK!!! it's something else...I'm feeling homesick..yeah..weird eh..I'm sitting at home and I'm feeling homesick..no idea why..no..I don't miss camp at all..it's like I'm at home..but I my real home is somewhere else...short one..I guess it's the night...it's always at night when these kinda feelings come rearing.....
I'll leave the long bitching one for tomorrow...

Out....

The Falcon is upon us....

2006-02-03T22:56:00.000+08:00

Just booked out...and I got to book in in less than 48hours...by 2000hrs sunday night.
Damn...Falcon is here.
I was asked how I felt about ATEC this year..I answered "If you think they did well last year, we're going to do even better this year" ..I would have answered "Ready to hand ATEC's asses to them on a silver platter"..but it pays not to be over confident...Always over estimate your enemy..

I kinda feel overwhelmed by it all though. It's a big rush for everything. I got back to camp on wednesday only to be told that "You gotta replace all the green cords with white ones (ain't tellin you what cord)....I'm like...ok then.....then reality struck..i've got 24 of them!! 8m/thingy...that's...hold on..brain working....working..working...program not responding...end program...restart..working...working...DING!! "10x24 = 240m" so i'm like ok..it'd be fast..pull out, measure, cut, replace..yippy!! Then another one slammed straight into me..we also need 20x another thingy...so again...5 of those needed 10m lines..15 of those needed 6m lines...again....rain working....working..working...program not responding...end program...restart..working...working...DING!! (5x10) +( 15x6) = 140m...
Your intelligent...I'm sure it'd be easier for you to add those amounts together...+ another 120 - 80 + 20. Ok ok..it's 440m..Hey..I used a calculator..otherwise you'd be wearing your seat thing and your butt numb waiting for me to finish calculating... A flippin astronomical amount for a person who was passed a role of 200m...Yeah..you gotta make it happen..Hey..I'm not Jesus..I can't feed a multitude with 5 loaves and 2 fishes.....I'm HUMAN!!!! So guess who's job it is to run round, sending out people, calling shops to find that oh so need precious commodity...And the best part...I need it done latest by tomorrow...eh??? You kidding? It's...oh nevermind. So to which I said "ok..will try" I acquired the help of the few trained in my line...

It was a trying time for me, running around like a mad man...working while others rest..all due to Professional P.R.I.D.E: People Rest, I Do Extra. I've heard of people under extreme duress speaking in strange tounges....oh yeah...But hey..I got the job done...Ok future employers of mine...YES!!! HIRE ME!! I ACCOMPLISHED MUCH!!! YOU'LL NEVER REGRET !!!!

I thought all would be fine...we knew we had to book in early this sunday for next week..but it never occured to me how early, early could be..."well guys..you got to book in by 2000hrs this sunday..and I mean, you have to be in your long 4 seated in the ops room for orders" That translates to.. "Get your sorry asses back in camp by 1930 so you can change up and get ready for a briefing by 2000hrs...or else...." Continued the briefing...yada yada yada..My heart had already dropped to the floor hearing the book in time...never thought it could get any worse..that was until I heard next week's brief...my heart was trampled on by a freaking stampede of raging bulls...when the dust settled and the air cleared...all that was left was a barely beating pulp on the floor...squirting little fountains of blood with every erratic pump it had left in it....Hell, we'd fight tooth and nail for our OC..after all, we're the wolf pack..screw with one, deal with all...but each one of us is entitled our small feelings after all...damn it..and the best part...we heard from 'theysay.com' <----the legendary gossip forum in camp "if you all do well for it, you will get to book out/nights off on valentine's day"......

Well, those attached would be way happy...makes no difference to me...Hell I ain't attached...So what am I going to do? Give flowers to the cookhouse aunties? You have gotta be shittin me....
Probably go out with the rest of the singles for a movie or something..and watch the rest of the lovers world go snuggly past......which brings me to another blog I read of a friend...

Seems one of em likes someone..and another broke up or something....hey at least they get to experince it....I don't even know if the lines "better to have love and lost then never to have loved at all"

I've never fallen in love with anyone...never experienced the heart beat quickens when she steps into the room...,never experienced the small happy joy whenever she steps into my view, never experienced the anxiety of waiting for her to call, never experience the satisfaction of her telling you her inner most feelings of the days...to cheer her up when she is down, to share her happiness, to bear your own problems without telling her because you don't want her to be sad and in turn because of that, experience the strength she gives you...never experienced the thoughts of both growing old together...never experienced the sadness of praying she will die before you becauce you don't want her to bear the grief of your passing.

Nope..definitely never felt any of those things...I guess my time hasn't arrived yet...I'm way too pre occupied then to go digging around in the land of the other gender to find a mate....Might be symbolic too though I guess since my company is the wolf company. Wolfs mate for life..One girl is all I need..I don't need to go through a whole gang to finally decided it's time to settle down.

Yup..defintely never felt any of those emotions. It's very different thinking about it and actually experiencing it...maybe in uni..but till then..who knows eh?

Time Flies...

2006-01-31T17:20:00.000+08:00

Time really flies folks. Somehow, I was off since last friday..that's the what? 21st? Until today..the 31st. that's like 11 days...Of which I have no idea where they've gone too...And now like a dark beckoning finger of doom..the camp gates of 'HELL'Don swing open to admit us...Abandon hope all ye who enter should be the motto..

Anyway, I haven't accomplished much these 11 days..I went for 2 runs. Climbed Bukit Timah Hill with my cousin..Picked up bits and pieces of my room..but I haven't cleaned it yet.

Got this program running on my computer..called TIMELEFT. Any ofyou heard of it?
I got it from downloads.com...it's a nifty little program.. It counts down the time left till I ORD..at this very moment..I have 5mths 20days 5hrs 35mins....Yeah!! Hooray!!! Finally I can go diving again..

Come to think of it..I realized that I can't seem to write much here. And I've finally come to a accurate conclusion. As I've read other blogs..they write about..lets see..."today I went out with _____ he/she so cute" or "today i broke up..." Or "Today work was..." Everyone has a life!! Except me...that is..haha..It's really not my fault. Here's my other logical point...when the rest blog..they experience the situation..feel damn happy/sad and come in to blog immediately. The memories and experiences are still fresh..but for me..I gotta wait one whole week...You have any idea how hard it is to blog a whole week in camp? There are things that you want to remember forever..and then there are things that you just want to forget all together..mine is the latter..the things you do get to read are those that have scarred me permanently..transcending through physical pain to torment the soul and mind it tell ya....

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I'm back from dinner..>Steamboat...It was good..considering that I gotta go back to camp tonight...that 's like a damn recurring point that I keep revolving around isn't it? BACK TO CAMP...sigh...

It's that time of the week again...You'd think this only applies to ladies to which the term "it's that time of the month again" where we attribute the tempermental changes wholefully. To us NS guys..that 'time of the month' is more like think 'that time of the week' again..Heck..if someone manages to sell things that changes that mood..it's sell off quicker than sanitary pads....
Every damn NS guy would buy a whole carton to stock up.....

Ah hell..I'm off to pack my bag now

It's Been How Long?

2006-01-02T16:11:00.000+08:00

Whoa...it's been ages since I last came in here... Pleased to see nothing's changed much..
Yeah..so what have I been doing? Apparently besides the boredom and shagged out feeling..for the life of me..I can't remember much..oh wait...yes yes..who can forget the miserable feeling of being wet and cold and still haven't to carry out missions...coming back to camp ripping off those boots..to get your sense of smell hit full fledge by ....*eergghh!!*...you don't wanna know..then ripping off those socks and...ever seen CSI? where'd they pick up the body after many days of floating downstream...yeah...that's it...white, crinkly skin, white soft toenails..yeah... And O the joys of having to repeat it the following week....

But the other week was pretty cool..we took a chinook to our LZ..upon landing..I asked my DC.."sir, where are we?" and the reply was "we are at the southern most point of singapore"
after some thought..i asked "how far do we have to walk"..."you don't want to know" came the reply...Imagine that...JOYS!!!!

We traversed for a while on a track, then we hit the vegetation..it was pretty ok, until we hit the clearing..I looked up and saw this MOTHER OF A HILL!!!..So remember...we were like 20mins into landing and already I'm head down chin on chest...plod plod plod plod...look up and there she was...in her full glory still...so plodded along....half way there and 3/4 dead...somehow i managed to make it full way up...thought we could take a break...but there was NO ONE in front of me..just somewhere in the distance...JOYS!!!! I had to move after a 5 sec halt....

Well..anyway, after a long long walk..we hit our objective..take down a few MLRS...and here's where I did a stupid mistake that got me in the scopes of officers including the CO...here's my story.

"we moved into our objective..guns blaring..left side and right side...enemy MGs suppressing fire..(now we're all wearing this vest where if we get hit..it beeps) we fired off a LAW...the umpire didn't declare target down, we fired off another and still the same...the blind coot didn't see...so we shifted further up...used our last LAW and again the same..the SAW moved further right to do suppresive fire...we fired back...and the 'MLRS' came to life..btw..those camo nets actually work..i couldn't see the damn thing against the vegetation till the lights came on...
and anyway, we were in doodoo *or so i thought, didn't know there was a block force further down the road* so I told my DS to cover me and then I ran..straight across the field without any cover...shot a guy in a trench..raised my weapon (P90) to the driver to indicate he's dead..but he didn't see me...i ran to the passenger side door to climb up, but the netting was blocking. tried to throw a grenade in, but it was locked..so I ran over to the driver side..opened the door and lobbed in a grenade...and this is where I got declared dead by the umpire..and the words were "now they will write stories about you, sing songs about you and make movies about you, but your DEAD" hahahaha...hilarious.....

ANother one..I got shot in the back..by friendly forces..nono..I wasn't far ahead, mixed into battle with the enemy..nope...i was directly in front of him. and i heard my vest go off.....well..after like 3 weeks..I just want to say... "LESTER, YOUR AN IDIOT!!!!"

Well, this year the season of christmas seems to be alot less jolly than last year..even new year was nothing special..just stayed at home and slept...alot..yeah...nothing worth mentioning

Home on a monday?!?!

2005-11-14T18:13:00.000+08:00

Leen...yes..the room is cleared...as you can see from the picture...it's only part of it..lazy to upload deh...

It's been a damn week...I've got bitten by sandflies all over the back of my head and forehead...the itch...the redness...oh the shame..the shame!!! For sure I ain't gonna put that pic up here....

It's been one helluva week of training..jungle, jungle, jungle, sandflies, sandflies, sandflies...

And short guys like me were NOT made to carry the damn SAW and LAW...it's too damn cumbersome....

Yeah...oh well eh? I survived through it and what doesn't kill me only shags me out further...

But the good things...HERE are the good things...
My Dad's a retired man now....finally he can relax at home without carrying that darn camera bag all over the place on assignments...

And......CHRISTMAS IS COMING!!! THE BEST TIME OF THE YEAR IS HERE!!!!
FESTIVE SEASON, JOY JOY JOY!!!

But there is a stressin out here...It's only 5 weeks away..and I got to get rid of that lingering WEEKEND guard duty...looks like I'll book a spot soon and pay someone to do it for me..then...I'll earn it back when it comes closer to ORD and people want to pay to get out of it...muahahaha....

8 Mths, 6 Days 5 Hours to ORD

Wha...what in the world happened to my week?!?!!?

2005-11-05T00:02:00.000+08:00

As the title suggests..I shall repeat myself again....this time in bold...and as large a font as can be supported...

WHAT IN THE WORLD HAPPENED TO MY WEEK?!?!!? WHERE DID IT GO TO!?!?!?

Now, if your starting to wonder what it's all about...I've got pics again...Haha..seems quite fun to do this..after all a picture speaks a thousand words....

See here..here's the story..short story...very short actually...

I need to clear my room up...Hurrican Katrina didn't just hit the US..it sent over a small portion into my room right here in singapore.... About 2 weeks BEFORE I went to thailand..I am like..I've got no time now..I'll clean my room after I get back...When I got back, I spent my days sleeping and playing games and writing this infernal blogs..that...yeah..You guessed it..My room is still a damn mess....

That's my table..a friggin mess ain't it?
Picture this..I'm sitting in front of my laptop now writing this post with the other side..more or less in the same condition...

I tried clearing it..the right side..but after the right side was done..the left side was messed...I'm like...hmm..I can use this..put it aside for the moment..yada yada...basically everything right went left...now the left went back to the right...the table is quite big actually..looks small because it's
SO DAMN CLUSTERED!!!!! Gotta clean it tomorrow...

That is my bed...yesh..I know I know..it's a mess..the stuff you see lying around on the ground are: waterproof bags, bags, plastic bags, boxes, weights, carpet fan..there used to be fridge there..but I shifted it outside to share with my bro...
If your wondering how I sleep..simple..the stuff you see there is shifted to...*guess*.....my TABLE..or my chair..depends which one's less clustered..

Most of the stuff should be gone when I bring em back to camp Sunday night...

That would be the other corner of my room..I got the smallest room in the house *sob sob*..at least I get my own attached toilet...The thing you see hanging is my wetsuit and yes..more bags on the floor..the shelves obstruct you from seeing more..bags, plastic bags and stuff...my wardrobe is bare cause I shifted everything out for a sunning like...er..2mths ago? Just haven't bothered to put em back in....

Tomorrow is gonna be one hell of a busy day for me...gotta sleep early, get up early and clear this mess by hook or by crook...

3 posts a day??

2005-11-03T00:15:00.000+08:00

It's a record for me...
Remember about the Rasp Vodka I was talking about...well...the bottle is like 1L...I poured out like 30ml or so....best thing is...I took a sip...I mean it...a SIP..of what 5-7ml...and now I'm feeling weird......that settles it..it's either I'm not made for booze...it's too high, or it's a combi of alcohol and tiredness that makes me like this...
kinda explains why I don't like going clubbing...cause I don't drink.....

OK...it's settled..

I'M NOT MADE FOR HARD LIQUOR!!!! Wine I can handle...vodka and the likes...whoop dee doo...now thing is...who's gonna drink the remaining 970ml of it...

@@<---That's my eyes right now....

Bloooody Hell!!!

2005-11-02T23:10:00.000+08:00

Please note the different variation of the title...
I didn't say Bloody...I said Bloooody....

Anyway, what am I ranting about?
Let's see...here I am enjoying a nice game of Generals..and there I get a call...saying...
"We gotta go back to camp this friday at 0800 for a briefing...." I am like...huh? What the...

After I put down I realize...Hey...I've applied for overseas leave...I'm not even supposed to be in the friggin country for crying out loud...JEEZ!!!

Now I'm stuck in dilemma...should I go back and say that I've cut my leave short and get 'eaten' by a day...or should I just stick to the norm and say I'm overseas until the 6th...sigh...

SCREW IT...I'M GONNA HAVE A 7-UP VODKA RASP MIX......

Longest blog yet.(WITH PICS)...though no one is gonna read it...

2005-11-02T11:20:00.000+08:00

Guess which unfortunate soul is back from thailand...well..not as unfortunate as those who actually went into the field...

Now now...before you start yelping and whining, I was on medical status..I injured my lower back...Doc suspects 3 things:

1)Soft Tissue Damage

2)Nerve Damage

3)Possibility of slip disk

Now..which of these 3 things tell you I was able to carry near 40kg of load and go on a 30km hike through the terrain of thailand?

Anyway..on with the story eh?

We left Singapore on the 14th morning around 3am?
Now that would be 'Virgin' and 'Jumbo'

Hey..it was 3am in the morning..how sane would anyone be? Not to mention that we were not going on a holiday mind you..

We were going on a SAF paid trip...
Which meant, throughout the duration...
SUFFERING'S APPARENTLY FOREVER!!!

We arrived a rainy morning...It was raining well before that at the airfield..yes..the AIRFIELD!! Didn't even have the decency to land us at the airport...the Thais however are extremely hospitable..anyway..it was raining the entire day or so..imagine that..the first day and it's already raining...imagine the morale...and rememeber the acronym for SAF...yes..it's true..oh yes...
you 250,000 or so ready NS Men know that to be true...touch your heart...

Anyway, we proceeded to a place called Sai Yok camp...nice camp...wanna see? huh huh huh??
Ok..since you asked so nicely...(I can't show you pics of the camp)
Here's my bunk...

A good 70m long...I was somewhere in the middle...imagine the distance I had to go to the toilet...and the toilet's not even in the same block!! I had to go out that little door you see in the distance..go down the stairs and turn right to the toilet...

And before I continue on my tour..here's my little spot in the bunk...with Jumbo looking on...
that 11 months to ORD is not mine...according to the countdown clock on my comp.. it's
8mths 18days 12hrs 19mins 15secs

yeah well...you know.....anyway..here's the toilet
yeah well..the bath side anyway...here...guys stark naked bathe with a bailer (inset) and a pail...but more often than not..those guys go crazy and throw water around...now imagine this..10 guys dressed in their birthday suits, while bathing, take water in their bailers and throw it at newbies who come in to bathe...often the clothes hanging on the walls get wet and you often hear vulgarities coming out and the key word would be "CEASE FIRE!! CEASE FIRE!" Haha..it was fun...hey...come on....

Welcome to our first breakfast..sometimes the serve bread, noodles..but this is nice...
premade bread...
Butter, Chocolate or kaya..I totally forgot what they call in in Thailand......

And mind you..it isn't a thin spread..it's just nice..and it has sugar too...butter or chocolate with sugar....

Mmmmm......

Next pic shows the stuff....

Mmmmm.....

Yeah well...the picture shows a mass of bodies together..it was one of those...
"HEY LETS TAKE A PHOTO!!" moment... Beats the heck outta me what we were thinking at that moment....

Talk about a CSI moment....

Creepy....

That would be the officers...or two of them..the one in front is my DC...the other behind would be..2Lta Wen Hui.

NEXT!!!!

The highlight of the trip..
a 7 day outfield..insertion by chopper...

I took that myself....

And yes..I managed to take it cause I was on status....

Charlie landing site...

I do apologise for not being to take any outfield shots..sigh...I wasn't there....

This would have been my team had I not been injured...

But then again, I helped them out whenever I could...but still...sigh...

Were they in for a 'ride'

This was mostly the weather while they were in the field...

Dark clouds, freezing temps at night,wind, rain, rain and more rain.....

On the brighter side though..... Ever seen a prata that cost 10 baht? 24 baht is $1SGD so go calculate...Let's see.. This was sold from a guy on a bike with a wok next to him..he slabs butter on one side and throws it onto the wok..let's it cook...once it's done, he places it on a piece of paper, pours condense milk and sugar on it and it's done...I ate 6...can you imagine the sugar rush? I felt really really hot after eating it...damn..even thinking about it makes my heart race now...

And This is....
They call it "cha mee" or fried instant noodles..beats the heck outta me how they do that...25 Baht..about $1.1 SGD...nice though..

This is our thai driver..
Boon Dit (hope I got that correct)

47 years old
26 years in the military

2 Kids..
Son of 20+ age.
Daughter of younger age.

Some other stuff too...all from talkin for 5 mins in broken english..not bad eh?

Howdy Folks...meet Floppy...I named him cause of his left ear

Never barks or growls except when some other dog tries to take his food...sleeps under my hammock and wags his tail often...cute chap....

This would be what I share my shelter with...there was a spider too..but it ran off after I tried stepping on it...HEY!! that mother was huge...grey, with dark grey spots and white outlines..you wanna get bitten, be my guest..the thai liason I was with said if you got bitten, it hurts like hell and you get a swell...

I got stung by one of these in Tekong..no way was I about to get it again..I moved my hammock way outta there...

Remember the rain? Yeah well..it water logged the ground..Imagine this..a rover got stuck in the mud, so they called in a rescue vehicle to pull it out...and guess what? The rescue vehicle got stuck too, so they had to call in another rescue vehicle to rescue the rescue vehicle...quite a mouthful eh? So in the end, they had to call in a M113 to pull it out....I was laughing away...

Anyway, this is a milder version..a jeep got stuck in mud at the school we were at on the last night due to the many days of rain...We had to drag it out using another rover...oh well...

After 7 days...Tango 14 and Tango 16 emerged from the jungle...shagged as heck but feeling damn happy to be alive and waiting for the chopper to get them out of there....

Oh yes..The night before, in fear it was going to rain again and the teams needed to take shelter..guess what? There was a house nearby..but they were not allowed in...why?

Thai liasons have seen things inside..it's locked..short story...a robbery took place there. 4 people were murdered in it...

Here's the house....

Nothing much in the bright morning sun...but I'm sure it's alot more foreboding at night when it's raining with thunder, lightning and wind

Remember the 7 days of rain? Here's my friend's foot..damn he's a trooper.....His other foot was the same...major abrasions and he said the MO said something about blood vessels too...

Ex Greyhound End of Frame Dinner....
6th Coy
Detachment 2

Left to right
Kian Siong (Kio Sai), Wei Kang (Hong Kong), 2Lta Alastair, Lie Quan (Jumbo), Shide, Me, Kang Wei, 2Sg Andy, Ian (Sissylia) and Dexter

The original platoon 10..we may have split into two different companies since bmt, but hey....

The "Tigers" 5th Coy
&
The first ever "Wolves" 6th Coy

The Bridge over the River Kwai...seen the movie, heard about it..but ever been there? That's Jumbo again...

That would be me...

Anyway, I saw this sign at one end of the bridge...

In case you can't see. It says
"Caution: Be careful, Walking on the bridge may be dangerous. Please keep away from the railway while the train or the railway checking car comes"

Question would be...would you like me to go off the left or right?

Our second day, we went to a zoo..believe it or not? I've never been to the singapore zoo since I was in primary school and here I am at the zoo of another country...hahaha....

Tigers, Elephants and Crocs....

And this would be us feeling really bored at the back of the coach

Me, Perry(behind), Pestana (Headlock) Issac and Chin...

Our Flight HOME!!!!!!

Free Holiday Anyone?

2005-10-13T20:12:00.000+08:00

Yeah yeah...I haven't posted for a long time..bite me....

In the collective interest of the 1st Commando Battalion...5th and 6th Coy + numerous others...

We are being sent overseas on SAF's money again to go through pain, suffering and torment among other delightful things that await us in the wonderful country of Thailand...

Don't be mistaken..I like thailand..when I go there for a HOLIDAY...not some dumb training schedule...WHY?!?!?! The things I am going to miss the most are my family, my computer, my BED..oh so comfortable...and a CLEAN toilet to bathe in...yes..CLEAN!!! From what I hear, the toilet at the camp is run down...ARGH!!! I can't stand dirty toilets...yes, I'm a guy, and yes I love to bitch about things...I'm outspoken...my blog, my turf, my rules...

So as I sit here at home, still not fully packed, the air port crews are probably doing a final run down inspection of the aircraft that will carry mine and another 170 odd sorry asses over into Thailand...I'll be gone..ka Poof!! from today until the end of the month..sigh...

Looking on the 'brighter' side of it..the only thing i can see is a low watt bulb....is that I will be on leave from the 1-6th of november...anyone want to take pity on my dishevelled body and go out with me for FOOD!!! Ah Ha!! Not so....yes yes..my post makes no sense..I'm a ravin lunatic who's been chanting "I don't want to go Thailand" for almost the whole day with the effectiveness of a child crying his lungs out in the supermarket for this mom to buy him a box of ciggs......

Also on a slightly brighter note..I've heard that the Thais there are really friendly..At least that is something to alleviate my pain and misery...and OH LOOK!! When there is some bright spark..I go downhill again...the weather is very hot in the day and it can drop to near 17 degrees C at night..WHOOP JOY!!!! Hooray!! It's a huge aircon system...I would love it...had I 1) My bed to sleep in. 2) Not be in the field...JEEZ!!!

Looking at my countdown timer I downloaded...I have about 3 1/2 hrs to reach the airport...15 days to get back home...and 9mths 7 days 3 hours 34mins to ORD!!!!!!

Come on people. RANT WITH ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Licking thy wounds...

2005-09-11T22:59:00.000+08:00

312 days to ORD: accurate as of 120905: 0000hrs

And not to forget one of my good poly mate's birthday: Desmond
Bro...HAPPY 21st...Everyday is a day closer to ORD!!

Evening pple..I have decided to write up my blog tonight, while the memories are fresh in my mind and the pain fresh in my limbs...

Today on 091105...we had the AHM run...a confounded 21.1km..
Thousands upon thousands of people where there today...I thought they were kidding when they said that if we didn't reach the start point early, it would take us 15-25mins to reach there while the crowd clears....but woo whee..at the start line at 0545, i jumped to take a look see behind...and the crowd was....was...basically we were like ants...I pity the guy in the middle of that crowd..
And as my friend "jumbo" said "Now i know why they don't do warm ups..they are getting warmed up right now.."...Seriously, no kidding..I was at the front and it was HOT...

Keepin in mind that I had a busted right knee before we ran...
The running was fine..I like long runs..just hate the short distance sprints...
Anyway, I knew coming back from the run, I'd be in for one mother load of pain...considering the last time I ran was a 12km 1 1/2 mths back....after that it was the course which killed my knees....

Anyway, back to the run...it was dark when we ran, and the only people crazy enough or pathetic enough to be forced into running was...the SAF!!! I tried to keep it slow considering my knees were injured...run run run run run run...it was all pretty fun once we got used to it.. Soon enough I passed the 12km mark..and my timing was 1hr 15mins..I almost flipped....the last time I ran that distance was 57mins...DANG IT!!..It was friggin aggravating...I knew I could run ALOT faster...but if I did that, unless hell froze over..my knees would collapse under me before I even hit the 21km mark....I ran along side our CO for awhile, his pace was really comfortable for me until the knees started actin up again...bummer..by now at this pace, the run was neverending, and to add up to the problems, my left knee, left foot and lower started acting up...(my left foot is flat footed, right is fine)...if you forgot, I had an earlier post titled "I AM FALLING APART" that stated all my injuries... the run was starting to get agonizing...
By the time I hit the 18km mark, I was ready to KO..but damn this young chick from NTU running club or something ran past me and there was NO WAY IN HELL was I going to let her beat me to the finish line..busted knees or not. And by jolly I DID IT!!! I increased the pace for remaining 3km...at the 1km mark, the distance was demarkated every 100m..Never before has a 100m seemed so long before...900...huff puff...800....huff puff...700..huffffiinnn...puffiinn...
600m..my encik was there and went..."Oi!! Your late"..huff puff...500...400...was ready to crash...300...ARGH!!!...200..this girl caught up and I was pushing...100m..Never before has the 6 letter word "FINISH" been displayed in such royal bliss...Somehow or another I managed to sprint the last 100m to the end..

At the end point..by the way I felt, I knew a world of pain was coming even before the muscle cramps and stuff started....I couldn't even walk, stand or move properly...
And believe me even as I sit here now typing away, by the time I am done and stand up, I will sqeal like a pig givin birth....hold on..lemme test............Oh yeah..pig squealing all right....

Okie doke, I gotta pack to get back to camp tonight...wednesday outfield..No idea how I am going to survive it with legs like this.....

Ah ha...hey anthony, remember the day we started training for army..you took me two rounds around the stadium for 800ms and I came really really close to flipping?? Haha..those were good days man... Never imagined I would run 21.1km..

I"M GROWING OLD!!!!

Uncharted waters

2005-08-28T16:13:00.000+08:00

Heya guys, how's it hanging for ya? All fine and dandy I hope? SWEET!!!
It's not often I post two days in a row...heck, I don' think I've ever done that before.....
I don't really know what is happening this week in camp...
I'm guessin it's mostly PT, odd jobs (Sai Kang) and a navi at marsling...how many times do we have to do navi? But this time...it's just FBO, not the bloody mother load of the alice pack...

Yeah, anyway for the next paragraph or less (depends on how much I can take it), I shall attempt to write in extreme singlish...please don't judge me for this...or castigate me..<--read that word carefully...it's castigate not castrate....
"But hor...I read the other people bolg hor, I realli dun understand hor, how they can write like that lah...i mean hor, they dun find it veri bo liao MEH? 'it machiam'(<--mean "It's very much like') they si bei sianz like that lor. realli lor... wah lau eh...you think leh?"

That's it!! I CAN"T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!! Lah, Meh, Hor..... PEOPLE HELLO!!!!
Ok, I get the 'singlish is a 'splinter cell' off the english language and it adds a flavour to singaporean life...but using it to that extent? It's just degrading...no offense though. I use singlish myself sometimes, heck, my mandarin to proper speaking chinese is probably the level of REALLY REALLY bad singlish...coming back to the point...yes I admit I do use singlish from time to time..but it's not the hor, meh, lor...it's more of the... "WAH LAU EH!!!" context at the discovery of something worth exclaiming about....

I'm Falling Apart

2005-08-28T01:24:00.000+08:00

And hell NO I don't mean emotionally...I mean physically...

I'm getting aches and pains all over...lower back, knees, elbow...darn it all!!

Knees: I did a run friday night to clock distance for my 21km AHM run...I ran like 4+km and then the pain kicked in..it's this annoying sharp pain in my right knee...hurts like a ***** and now when I walk there is this clacking feeling...man...I had it before, but there wasn't any pain associated to it when I ran...

Lower back: It sometimes hurts when I run..feels like the muscle is over strained or sore or simply pulling apart...Might be associated to an old injury I had in lower sec where I jump, missed and landed tailbone first on the edge of a slide...

Elbow: Over strained doing pull ups or lifting that damn 40kg alice pack...went to a chinese doc, and somehow my elbow injury is somehow connected to my left shoulder which too as the doctor claims is the injury point that causes my elbow to hurt...weird eh?

Any doctor/nurse/physio reading this? ANY insights and/or how I may treat/prevent/cure these darn ailments that are plaguing mua?

It is seriously starting to piss me off to have to cut back on a good run and stuff just cause my knees hurt...

There are a few reasons I am guessing might be the cause...

1) I'm getting too damn old for a SUPER active lifestyle....but then again, most of my sgts are older than me and they seem to be getting along fine...hmm...got to think this one through..

2) Exercise injuries due to improper prep...this one is a major issue...

3) My old injuries are coming back to haunt me...damn..LEAVE ME ALONE!!! I'm STILL YOUNG!!!!

Anyone in yew tee/teck whye/ cck saw me running and stop halfway? (guy in black shorts, white shirt or white shirt in hand) It sure as hell wasn't cause I couldn't take the run, it was bloody cause my knee hurt....

And as mojo jojo would say... "CURSES!!!!"

Signing off..

Freedom!!!

2005-08-20T19:14:00.000+08:00

Damn...the course is finally over!! I don't have to face the hell of carrying around that damn 40kg odd backpack...
Let's face it..I don't fit into the 'tall' category....heaven knows that I am short enough and lugging around that A.L.I.C.E. pack ain't gonna help me one bit in that area...
After a month in that never ending hell...It's all come to an end...well almost...I still gotta go to thailand with it.

Yeah yeah..I can see the scrutiny on your faces...your minds going"Eh come on lah, you commando leh"...well, go jump, I'm human as well...You want to know how we look like? I'll give you a mental description until I can get a pic up...think of this..We're wearing green, the alice pack is green. If we carry a stick...do you know who we look like...Donatello..a bloody ninja turtle i tell ye!! A damned friggin turtle!! And we move like one too....

Here's a hilarious story on your end of the stick.
We recently came back from tekong..and one fateful night, just as we reached our point and plopped down for a rest and some chow before continuing our area deployment, I decided to open a can of "Heinz, Tuna in thousand island dressing" Imagine this, your shag, hungry and in the dark with the company of stinking 5 others and a bloody lot of mozzies. I open me can, took a mouth, passed it around and then I heard rustling in the jungle. So of course, we being curious flipped on our lights, and lo and behold, in that beam revealed a....gorgeous chick wearing nothing but a bikini...I WISH!!!....standing in that beam of light in all four legged brilliance...was the biggest friggin wild boar I have seen up to that point in time..(I saw a bigger one the next night) 4m away from us..walking around, sniffing the ground or air or what ever it bloody hell was doing...then it turns to look at me..with a tuna can in hand. My buddy told me "Janan, I think you better eat damn fast" He didn't need to tell me a 2nd time..the can was at lip level and I was shovelling food in faster than a hobbit can dig. Chow , recapped the can the flipped it way way off..still the damn pig wouldn't go..it lay down and continued looking at us. I was bloody tired and just decided to just sleep there or something, but the reservist with us told us that we'd better not. Oh well eh? So what's the call? We decided to gear up and move out of the area. Please note now that the packs are heavy, ground is a slight downhill incline and full of holes, I'm carry 6 bamboo poles and the mosquito coil holder dangling at the side with a carbine...So somehow we managed to gear on without agitating the four legged beast and were moving off when suddenly behind me I hear someone go "IT's CHASING US!!!" I tell you, I tried running, coil holder donging all over the place, poles at a bloody awkward angle and boy I tell you...there was no way I could run..I ran like 20ms and just went "ahh. just bang me and get it over and done with" It was that shag...I don't think I should even use the word run, ran or any word that shows a hint of moving at an extremely fast pace...I should use the word ...Hobbled or something....damn...Anyway, the next night, another boar appeared and then that became the biggest, ugliest boar I have seen up to this point in time... I would tell you more, but then again, I can't do that without telling you what I do..and the Capt. told us not to talk about it....

But here's one other thing...I got a jump this thursday.. and I am really appealing to God that when that day comes, it's either raining, strong winds, hazy or even the pilot come down with diahorrea or something cause I don't want to jump again..I already earned my wings...
<<<==Those wings you see are mine....

Well, till then, cheerios!!
Btw...any of you going for the 21km AHM on Sept 11? Drop me a message or something.
Also..anyone applied, applying for UWA or going to perth to study? Drop me a line or something K?

Adios...

A Long Time In Coming...

2005-07-03T11:28:00.000+08:00

Whew...I'm finally blogging again. I was like I went on holiday or something. Either that or in reference to my previous entry dated..eh....way back before my jump, I wonder if anyone who happened to read it went..."Oh my, I wonder if he didn't make it"

Nah...I've got lotsa things to tell ya...but I don't know if I got the will power to keep typing and typing.

AIRBORNE COUNTRY!!!!
*that's not me..It's what we would look like if there was a camera on board*
Let's first go to my airborne life.... Have you ever seen movies where something happens and the character goes pissed scared? I mean seriously....
Had there been a camera up there, you wouldn't need a flash cause my face would be white enough.
Had I not gone to take a piss on purpose and not drink any water too, I would probably have pissed in my pants...

Here's the series of events that took place.
We reached the airbase early in the morning. I was in sortie 2, pass 3. 3rd last jumper.
We got our chutes, reserves and suited up, moved into waiting position as sortie 1 boarded the plane. We sat nervously looking up at the sky as the plane flew a few rounds to test the winds and stuff. Then as the song goes, high in the sky, a plane flies by and the parachutes bloom like flowers in the sky...only this time, I was going to be the damn dandelion floating down the earth. My legs were shaking and all was silent. Eventually, the jumpmaster came to us, stirring us as usual...And I quote "Now you all bloody quiet right...wait, once you all come back, you won't shut up" My mind was more concerned about the 'coming back' part if you catch my drift.

Then our dispatcher came to us...my mind went "oh crap.." and he went. "Sortie 2, up and follow me" We followed him to the taxiway and waited for the plane to land and once we got the thumbs up signal, we boarded the plane as we had practiced before.

Only this time...only this time......
So here are the steps involved with us boarding, jumping and stuff.
Once we board the plane, the jumpmaster goes
"Sortie, fasten safety belt"..You get the idea....
The plane starts to move to the take off point, accelerates and leaves the ground. Before you know it, the jumpmaster goes
"500ft, Sortie, prepare for action"..To this, we hold our static lines with one hand on the safety belt release.

Then somewhere around 1000ft we get the:
"Sortie, unfasten safety belt"

Than boom the bloody door opens! And at this particular point, my eyes go really wide and my head snaps to stare the the opening...Who says only people who experience near death experiences see a tunnel with a white light....looking at that rectangular portal at the rear of the plane, I half expected the see the clawy hand of death himself to come and claim me. It was not a good feeling. You think sitting for exams is bad...you ain't experience nothing yet...
Cold sweat, white face, dry lips, big eyes, sweaty palms, shaking hands and legs, accelerated heartrate, and fighting the urge to whine like a little piglet and piss in my pants.

You look over and see the jumpmaster stick his head out of the door to check something. Then the other one goes.
"Pass 1, Stand up...Hook up(they hook their static lines to the cable). Check static line (to which we tug our lines twice to make sure they are secure)."
"Check equipment." to which we religiously reply "Helmet, cadwell, lifejacket, cheststrap, reserve snap, ripcord, leg straps. (then to the front person) pack tie, static line. Clear and hooked up!"

Once done, they JM goes:"sound off for equipment check!" then from the rear we sound off
"10 ok.........until 1 ok, stick ok!"

THen the plane keeps flying....and flying...which seems like a damn eternity until the JM goes "Stand in the door!!" then the jumpers go "right left, right left" until the first jumper is standing in the door. once the green light goes on, they shove them out of after another..And once the jumper leaves the plane, the air rushes in to fill the vaccum. So there is this "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" sound. And before I knew it, pass 1 was out. The same thing was repeated for pass 2...and then the dreaded words came "Pass 3. Stand up!, Hook up!!"
Jeez!!...then came the rest...and now came the best part...the stick started moving forward. The jumpers were leaving the plane and I was going closer and closer to the door. Finally it was my turn and before I had the chance to protest after that split second of looking down, I was shoved out!!Caught by the slip stream, I was shot like a bullet and I carried out the drill as was taught "1...2....3.... Check!! Toggle, Front, Over right, Over left, Under left, Under right, In between, Good para position" and then I started looking for my DZ...It was a pretty damn good feeling not to be hurtling to earth at terminal velocity. In fact, since that, I found jumping damn fun!! Hahaha!! I found my DZ, and came in for a landing..the first one was pretty hard though. I guess I stretched my legs out too much.

So far, I've completed my 3 Mod 1 jumps. left with 2Mod 2 jumps...I Do not want to do it..cause it's damn tiring.

Once BAC was over, came the big mama...

72km Road March!!!

Now there was one heck of a walk. Ever walked till your butt cheeks hurt? Seriously, that can happen.
We started off at around 1830hrs. Route to be taken.. From our camp, to changi beach, coastal road, up and down ECP for 40km and back down.

THe first 16km was ok. Easy peasy.. Then it started to kick in. toes hurt, feet hurt, knees hurt, calfs hurt, thighs hurt, butt hurt, back hurt, neck hurt...all from just walking.

I almost gave up around the 50km point. You could really feel your will power bending and bending. Almost to the snapping point. Every step hurt. I walked until I got ankle lock...you know...when you walk, your ankle piviots, not mine..I was walking like old uncle "Frankie" Literally dragging myself every single step.

Here's a funny thing though. Somewhere around 0600-0700hrs the next morning during our walk...I heard this "ciak, ciak, ciak, ciak" sound from behind me. From a distance it came closer and closer. Was too bloody tired to look back to see what it was. Eventually it caught up with me. It was an old man (old school type) pushing an old school bike. He over took me..I was like "bloody hell.." a short while later, this other old man called out to the guy with the bike, asking him to slow down, and on my left, this other old school dude caught up with his friend and they both proceeded to overtake quite a number of us. I just stood there for a while. One of the new officers came to me and asked if I was all right. I went "Sir, damn low moral now" He asked why. I went " I just got overtaken by two old men..." He just laughed..and I still had around 30km to finish the march.

It went on and on...there were other cases of people disturbing us along the route...especially the fat malays with the bbqs...I just wanted to shoot them full of holes.

My mind was a blank most of the time. I was more focused on moving one leg after another..
I do not know how in the world I made it back to camp without God's help..

Time Taken: 23hrs, 7mins, 42sec, 57mili secs

ALL THAT, JUST FOR THIS RED BERET

That me and my family. My brother isn't in the pic though. My sis, mom and dad.

That's me infront the the stiletto.
11 Mths of Hell.
11 Mths of Insanity
11 Mths of Pain
11 Mths of Endurance
11 Mths of Struggling

For the red beret.
Now I know why Commandos feel so damn proud of themselves

FOR HONOUR AND GLORY!
COMMANDOS!!

But the person I really want to thank is GOD.

For I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength.

Jump Day

2005-05-29T16:27:00.000+08:00

Hello guys...I know I haven't bee posting...been tired, lazy, busy.
Anyway, tomorrow is the big day...Jump Day...

For those blur ones, it means, tomorrow I'd be jumping from the plane for one of the required phases of training..

All I can say was, at first I was nervous bout jumpin out of the 34ft tower for training..now...it's a big 1000ft...

I pray all goes right, I land and I am able to walk back on my own two feet...

And I hope I don't squeal like a little girl when I get out of the plane....

I'll let you know how it goes nxt wk....

Brunei Pics are up....

2005-05-07T11:57:00.000+08:00

Brunei Pics are up...but it does contain some nudity..but it ain't me and I didn't take it...viewer discretion is advised....

Btw, I just posted the lower post..don't be fooled..It may state an earlier date, but I just posted it..heh heh

http://share.shutterfly.com/osi.jsp?i=EeAMWjlw3cNWzyg

Mother of all Natures...

2005-05-02T13:43:00.000+08:00

Hello world...I'm back from brunei...
It was a fun trip, or so to speak...I remember the airplane's captain's words the moment we touched down "Welcome to Brunei. Have a happy and productive training"...That was a kick in the gut....

Ah well, I'll skip on straight to the camp..
Temburong has such vast lands, and SAF had to build it's camp on a hill...literally...I mean like bloody hell, our bunk was at the top of the camp. Go for meals, it's a 100+m down hill, and then a 100+m uphill again. Upon coming back from missions, it's uphill again...Imagine, coming back from a exercise, hot, tired, smelly, stinky, carrying heavy loads and we gotta walk up a bloody hill to our bunk....They've got a nice canteen though. Nice in the way of us being food deprived in the field.
Sweet sour chicken/butter chicken/garlic chicken/black pepper chicken with fried rice, burgers, ice cream, teh chino, nescafe chino...yada yada...Oh..a full can of lychee or longans in ice for $2
Food.....

Well, training was fun too...in it's own sad way...Brunei can really be summarised. 3 words...Uphill, Downhill, Stream...I mean like bloody hell. The hills are never ending...it's either you get a really big one where your legs are like jelly when you reach the top or the smaller ones that stretch on forever...yeah yeah...some of you guys are going...easy what, hill only..Try carrying a full combat load and that damned SAR21..(NOTE TO DEFENSE TECH: YOUR SAR21 IS A STUPID WEAPON!!! IT'S OVERWEIGHT, TOO BIG AND THE BLOODY SCOPE HAS A MAGNIFICATION TOO SMALL TO SEE SQUAT!!! AND IS A COPY OF THE STEYR. YOU JUST ADDED A FEW THINGS AND CALLED IT "SINGAPORE ASSAULT RIFLE" THERE'S SINGAPOREAN DEFENCE INGENUITY FOR YOU!!) Then we got the streams and rivers..heh..those are the best part...

Ex. Nomad..I stepped in doo doo...literally... And I didn't even know until my friend yelled at me..I looked at my boots..damn..there was even some on my pants and the groundsheet...Boy was I in poop...pun intended...So I had to climb down the hill to get to a stream and wash out with my bare hands..gross!!! I tried to swiggle my boots about in the water first. So most of it came off and floated away....sick...But thank goodness that day was the day we changed our uniforms..so I just dumped it into the trashbag and got a new set..heh heh heh....

For our first solo mission...we got lost..literally everything in brunei looks the same...uphill, downhill, stream, trees, mud and the that bloody throny plant...that damn thing gets hooked everywhere...jungle hat, gloves, sleeve, pants and my chin...damn....Anyway, the first day we were lost...but thanks to Sgt Andy, our resident SRT shadow, he found us a harbour spot...next to a stream..it was the best harbour spot. Unlimited water supply...so we cooked lotsa stuff..and most of us just decided we stank too much, so we stripped down and jumped in. Cold water...but felt damn good...after that we just sat by the fire and dried off before wearing our clothes back. (Go view the pics....) The next day proved more productive. Basically because we gave up bashing and just followed the river..ok, we walked in the river for a few hours. Up to our hips..I left my notebook in my back pocket of my SBO...and the thing is gone..darn... So we managed to hit our objective....the next one, we had to leave the river...sad...but the harbour spot was fine..top of a knoll...hammocks and stuff came out...The walk back from our last objective was bad. We were all out of water and we had to walk like 3-4km back to the extraction location in the mid day sun, on the road without any shade. According to my medic, I got dehydrated. Body felt cold, little sweat. I nearly KO'ed but I just kept singing to myself. But all in all, surprisingly, for our heli dropped batch, we were the first to come back from the exercise one day early. Woo hoo!! Canteen break!! haha..

Our last exercise involved us climbing mount biang..Guess you might think going up would be harder than going down right? Wrong...That's the weird thing about biang..it took us like 1 1/2 hours to go up..but 3-4 to get down...basically with our load, 1/3 up we were huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf with an asthma attack... But up we went anyway...at the top (FINALLY) there was all these white tape tied to the trees with notes left by others up went before. Notes like "biang is nothing" "welcome to the top" so i decided to leave my own as well.. "Long way up, Longer way down. Suffer and Die" hey..bite me...it's true..the way down is hell..rocks, slippery routes that just plunge down. My butt met the ground so many times, I came up with an official greeting each time I went down "Butt meet ground, Ground meet butt" Basically, I was damn accident prone...Nearly killed my ankles multiple times, but somehow God managed to protect me from that...Then we crossed Batu Apoi...River crossing...Lucky I had my waterproof bag. Kept everything I remembered dry..my maggie mee got wet..damn.....Then came the next "best" thing.. The 7 Knolls...Or affectionately known as Snow white and the 7 dwarfs....Half way up the first knoll...we got "contacted" I was near the top, so I dashed up (dash here according to your speed would be a grandmother of 70+ years climbing the stairs, but to me..it was damn fast) . Then according to our OC who followed us...half of our platoon died. yeah yeah...So anyway, we continued climbing the remaining 6 knolls...but it seemed more than that. Then as 1800 drew near...we forced ourselves to climb another knoll...and we harboured on the ridge line..it was cold..the wind kept blowing..Lucky for me. I found a way to keep warm... heh heh heh...Had my own private sauna...The last day...what's a disney classic without the witch..yep..there she stood..the last obstacle...up and up she went..maybe half the height of biang or something..she never seemed to end. Just when you reached a small patch of level ground and you thought it was over..you looked up to see your platoon mates still climbing up..we were all wasted when we reached the top. But at the top we made it.. and soon we came to our attack position...the demo team..I was made demo. cmdr to my horror. tried to get ready...but one of our members..whom I shall nickname dumb mutt kept thinking his way was right and he just grumbled and sat there.. But yeah...was getting ready, helmet off and stuff, suddenly we contacted the enemy..I was just sitting there with everything all over the place... Sgt. Koh looked at me, mouthed a whole line of expletives and I got to grabbin everything and running...I still dunno how I managed that..hahahaha!!! But when the attack was over, Oc decided to declare casualties..so we had 6...we had to go all the way down hill to the chopper landing site, walk one round, back up the hill and round the parade square with these 6 casualties and set up our T.A.G. point...damn hell, it was tiring, but it was the last part of the mission before we ended.. When it was done, we cleared arms and BANG!! it was over!! The training phase of Ex. Greenwood was over!!! On to R&R.!!!!

R&R started off with an E-tour..to the water village, mosques, museum...it was all pretty boring...the tour guide told us we would be going to a shopping centre in the evening. Said something along the lines of "It's like orchard road there. People gather there in the evenings and weekends" so we gathered that there was gonna be a crowd..maybe chicks to scope.. right...
went in and...ok...this is errr...nice..there were very little people about. Even the shops were boring...Man....So somehow we managed to waste our 2hrs there and on to dinner and the amusment park...haha! The amusment park..there was this ride called the big drop..brought you up slow and dropped you down..I refused to sit it...My friends grabbed my hands and legs, but I just held on to the bench..Weird thing though..I sat the space shot thing in genting twice. That was scarier considering you couldn't see the top from the bottom and vice versa due to cloud cover and it shot you up super fast and down too.. But I did sit the 5G coaster twice..was like a damn fighter jet...you had to steady yourself after you got off before you walked. HA!! And we went on the bumper car rides..that was a joyful ride..haha. Then back to camp, slept for 2-3 hours and on the airport for the ride home!! The whole plane cheered when we touched down..

There is alot more to remember and talk about...but sigh..I'm feeling hungry..ask me in person..I'd be happy to tell you.

Doo Doo

2005-04-28T11:32:00.000+08:00

Hello world...I am back among the living...
I will update later on what I went through in Brunei..
You have no idea what kinda doo doo I stepped into..literally...

Farewell Comfort World....

2005-04-07T09:56:00.000+08:00

Today I bid thee readers farewell.....If your thinking "YES!! He's finally shutting down his blog!!"
You got another thing coming....I'll just be away till the end of the month...

I know there are times that I haven't posted anything for up to 3 weeks..but that's different..that was because I was lazy...this time...hello untamed jungles of brunei..

I will be leaving tonight or rather friday morning @0230hrs and be back on the 28th around 0430hrs - 0500hrs.

Here, lemme give you a few of the friends we might/will encounter but rather not.
Mozzies, leeches, ticks, sandflies, snakes, scorpions, bees, wasps, hornets, centipedes, big bloody ants, and God only knows what other things are out there...Oh yes..and the damn thing i always get in outfield...HEAT RASH!!!! Anyone knows how to deal with it?

I will be bringing two cameras (disposable) so hopefully I can share my suffering with you.

Right now, I'm still packing my stuff...I'm carrying stuff like a tibetian sherpa...

Dang...Anything above this line was written approximately 3 hours ago..I just left the window open and went about my packing..and the verdict...
I DON"T HAVE ENOUGH SPACE!!!!...

Oh well...gotta see what I can do...darn...

I'll post first..add another later tonight or something.

And the clock ticks on....

2005-03-25T22:27:00.000+08:00

Whoo damn...it's been a damn long time since I last posted anything...
I would say that I have been busy, but i'll just spit it out...
I'm lazy...hahaha!!!

I'm still alive ain't I? and so the clock ticks on...
Well, we had a 3 day outfield last last week...yeah..before Good Friday.
It was fun...except for the bloody walking up and down the knolls, the rain and the fact that I fell into a mud pit up to my knees... haha!! It was a new experience...
But getting my boots flooded and wet was not a fun thing.
Especially when we had to do a casualty carry after the end of the training...
Bloody hell, those people who fake it and didn't carry the casualties...!@#$%^&*()
I had to carry the bloody casulaty 13 times damn it...13!!!!

But after that was a week's break..that's why you see me posting on a wednesday.
Curious? We had the long weekend from the Good Friday, then we went on a 3 day block leave. Simply put, I book in tomorrow (thursday) morning before 0900hrs... Time seems to jump to warp speed when one is slacking... In a blink of an eye, I gotta book in tomorrow *ARGH!!*

Yeah, I did some digging into unis this week...went to RELC to have a confer with the 'experts'.
Well, so far, they narrowed down my choices of unis to Edith Cowan Uni (ECU), QUT and Monash uni. I wanna do mass comm, journalism....hell, basically, I wanna deal with the media. I ain't no engineer dang it...jobs like those steve erwin has, and those kinda travel show hosts jobs..now that's the job I want..heck, I won't even mind being a DJ..just no more programming and maths... After I ORD, I got a few things I need to do...get a job to earn $$$ for uni, get a driving license..(my sis says to get it in aus since it's cheaper and easier), maybe I'll join the radio academy for a run...see if I can be a DJ....I hate math...

And the clock ticks on....

It's one week to the day I leave for brunei...April 8th...and I will be back April 28th..
20 days of hell. Heat rash, abrasions, insects, spiders, snakes, scorpions and constant rainfall.
Hope I got the right gear .....

T.A.G

2005-03-13T20:28:00.000+08:00

hiya guys.
how you doing?...This past two weeks has been a spend money week...i've spent clear over 150 bucks buying equipment..and more to come.....
Everytime we get paid, two weeks later, my friends say they are outta money..and I have like 500+++ left over...
So let's go through what I bought...I don't know the actual cost...but let's try anyway

Hammock
Field Chair
Zip Locks
Rubberbands
Torchlights
Waterproof Bags
Cable Ties
Clips

And now to add to the list, another CamelBak unit...
It's bloody sucking my money....

And then, I still gotta get an emergency blanket...small enough to keep in case I feel cold at night...and 20 Pairs of socks..a pair of socks a day for brunei....

I had a period of time where I was supposed to come up with a callsign...I tried messaging people, but the most help I got was from my friend Faith..she gave me Arcane...cool sounding callsign....but I was also toying with Sand Man which is my current MSN nick...
and then now.....now comes along my platoon mates.... After commenting in bmt that I have lotsa stuff in my locker...(I got more meds in my locker than the medic) and other gadets...they nicknamed me "Gadgetboy"....that was ok..it was a funny name...and now...After a while, another guy joined in...we call him Virgin...so these guys buddied up and gave me my new nick..
Doraemon...I don't know how you spell it...but for those of you who have no idea what I am talking about..Doraemon is a big fat blue cat with a magic pocket on it's belly...and pulls out all sorta dumb things outta it...yeah...you see the connection...now I gotta find the damn ringtone..haha!!

And yes..this week is gonna be fun..I hope..I got a chopper ride to look forward to...but first..it's gonna be my job to guide the chopper in for a landing..then I got a topo outfield...walk walk walk walk and more walking with a damn heavy load...damn......

BOO YAH!!!!!

Doinky, Doinky, Doinky

2005-03-06T21:01:00.000+08:00

Well....for those who are wondering what the title means? It beats the heck outta me as well....
I've got 15-20mins to get ready to book out, but I decided to update this beaten old page first..

So how was your week? Fine? Fun? Stressful? Tiring? Painful? Thoughtful? Paranoid?
If you chose anyone of those, then your week went GREAT!!

Mine was a combination of all those...
We had a 200m combat swim...for all those who don't know what that is..it's a swim a combat fatigues and boots...it was HELL!!! there is a 300m one coming...but don't worry..I will find a way to CHAO KENG!! I hate swimming...and don't ask why I like diving..it's NOTHING alike except for the water part.....

And we had road marches...the first one was easy...
The second one was pretty ok...Heavy load, but fun...

Yeah...I don;t know what to write in such a short period of time..anyway, I will be out this friday night due to special battalion reasons...Cya then...
SMS me, drop a message....

A new chapter.....

2005-02-28T17:37:00.000+08:00

Ahh...this the time of new beginnings...
In a few ways from my point of view...
For one, my sister go married...whoop dee doo...
The entire ceremoney went off quite well...well, there were a few minor glitches...
There was another glitch at the dinner, but that wasn't my fault..they did say it was gonna be done by them..and it wasn't....so my sis and mom are quite sore about it....
But hey...I wore a suit...I've never worn a suit before..and I don't think I will be wearing it again for quite some time to come...So for those of you who managed to see me in on..lucky you...
I might just put up some pics of it...and don't ask me about wearing a southpark tie to my sister's wedding.....

And the O level results are out.
Kudos, to jackie, van, ying and jj...congrats..hope you get the course/jc of your choice...
No more mind games from me, no more sleepless nights...no more fun for me...sigh...
But look on the bright side, you've crossed the hurdle and you can taunt the next batch of people taking their Os this year....I'll join you....

And lastly..I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing...
The rain is back!!! WHOO HOO!!!
As I'm sure all of you in this country have been experiencing a major heatwave..unless you've been staying in an air-con room for the two whole months of january/febuary..
Let's weigh out the pros/cons shall we?

Pros:
Sleep better at night in the bunk
Much cooler weather to run/train in
Less chance of heatrash

Cons:
More mozzies in outfield
Gonna get soaked in outfield
No way dry to sleep/sit on in outfield

Well, I more or less even'ed out the odds....but sure as heck...mozzies in outfield are not things you can just put out of your mind...
If it's not the incessant buzzing near your ear that bothers you as you sit, squat, kneel, prone in the field, it sure as heck is gonna be the remaining love bites they leave behind after they lovingly land, caress and suck your blood to fufill their nutritional needs so they can go off and breed to spawn even more of the devil's minions to continue the cycle all over again....

DAMN THE MOZZIES!!!!!

There......

2005-02-20T21:00:00.000+08:00

Hello there civilian world......
How's your week been? Good?

Mine has been pretty ok...aside from the heat rash and abrasions that is..BOO YAH!

Training has commenced..and boy is it gonna be an uphill struggle.....

I realised that I have been having less and less to say here...Much has been happening, but I can't talk about anything online cause of sensitivity issue...

Sorry eh? But look on the bright side...you will all be reading of my suffering and pain..Good eh?

Cya around....

Post Chinese New Year

2005-02-13T16:36:00.000+08:00

Hello once again.
This is a sad period once again.....for a few reasons..
1)...income was low this year...anyone got the same feeling??
2) CNY's holiday is over...I mean..this week just flew past in a blaze...Now it's sunday afternoon and I gotta go back to camp tonight...
3) VT is over..everyone is back in camp...and training for brunei is over..which means hard times are back..route marches in the afternoon sun, heat rashes and stuff...oh boy....

And those lucky few that are going to OCS and sniper course...Good for you..you guys escape brunei...

For the rest of us unlucky souls...God bless...Good luck

Same S***, Different Day

2005-02-06T18:49:00.000+08:00

Once again hello to you guys. Don't expect anyone from army to be reading this, but if you are...GET OFF THE COMPUTER CAUSE I'M PROBABLY BEHIND YOU WAITING TO USE IT!!!!

Anyway, the past week was kinda fun...let's go through it slowly...
Bright and early monday morning...our Stand in CSM 1SG koh who happens to be my Ps..and a damn good one at that took us for PT. It was a power run training session. 4 x 500m sprints /2min each. and 3x 100 uphill sprints/strides...it was a damn invigorating session..though it did make me want to crap a lot...Hey....I dunno why, but I feel like crapping when I go running sometimes. And Hell yeah..I love the vending machine outside our bunk. An ice-cold can of 100+ after the run when your hot and sweaty..hits the G spot right there....

Tuesday was led by our csm...dumb ass run..we were running for like an hour or so. Uphill, downhill, sprints, backwards run, push ups and stuff. The dumb thing is he wants us to do a head count and stuff from the back up silently..how dumb assed can this black man be? And not happy, he makes us sprint up and down hill. Which brings me to a very interesting guy in our company by the name of Freddie Lam Jia Seng or something something. This guy (as the entire company except him and his honchos) knows that he's all talk and no action. Lemme bring up a special paragraph on this clown.

Freddie Lam Jia Seng:
Nick: Freddie Lam Chao Keng (given to him by his platoon)
Gender: She-male
Good at: Talking alot no action, act big
Bad at: Getting somethings done.
Observations:
During our boatman course...now let me deviate a bit...boatman..you would expect to get wet don't you? But no...this person who talks so much bull one day when we were anchoring the boat and someone had to get down because I was holding the anchor, I called him..and he gave in his pitiful voice "I don't want to get wet" how dumb assed can that be? But that wasn't so bad..I just gave him the look and did it myself.
On to demolition course. He said out loud "We commandos can do anything better than the engineers" His claim didn't hold no water. For himself that is. I ain't claiming to be a good runner..there are lotsa people out there way better. We ate alot for breakfast, so we puked. I puked a bit. And when the OC asked if I was ok, I just said "Lets get it on" He on the hand after biting off one huge piece of bull's butt. Puked and fell out. How embarassing can that get? And back at the end point when we were doing our statics and cool down..he was sitting in the corner.
Now back to camp. I did guard duty with another senior personel..and they did guard with mr Lam...and yes..all acknowledge he talks alot of crap.

BACK TO TUESDAY!!!: And yes, on our run, he fell out...4 - 5 TIMES!!! GET OUT OF COMMANDOS MAN!! YOUR BRINGING OUR REP DOWN!!!! We ran hardly 1.5km and suddenly he disappeared from beside me..head count...53/54..he was lagging so far back, we had to stop. So he was pushed to the front again...run...he fell out AGAIN!!!(x2). So slow, he comes front...we do a power run and back peddling...fall out (x3)...and because we couldn't do a proper headcount like our csm wanted us to he made us turn around and run uphill to which freddie said to me "Thanks alot Janan" with the sacarstic tone. To which I replied "If you can't take it, just sound off and move up to the front" Weakling...uphill dash and downhill again...fall out (x4 and x5)...He's so sad....
After that settin up of the chairs or something, he did this stupid action of saying "scared" and bringing your hands up..imitating our csm...he looked so dumb, he should see himself in the mirror when he does that. To which again I replied "Freddie for someone who can't do anything, you sure talk alot" and it shut him up again..What is his problem???

Wednesday.We had our power run again. 5x 500m sprints and 3x100 uphill sprints..SHAG but damn fun...
5th Coys ORD parade...sad sad sad sad sad...they are standing down, 3/4 coy get their ops status and we...sigh...5 mths to the red beret.....sigh.....

Thursday...we had a swim in the morning..was supposed to be leisure swim, but it was our csm(i think) who wanted to make us play waterpolo..to which I smartly backed out off... Stoned in the water.. After our swim, we kinda kept the chairs and went to sleep..to which I awoke with a fever of 38.4....No idea why..Nights out that day..I just slept in camp..to tired to go out..had to go shower 3 times to cool off.. Thank God my platoon mate had some fever meds...

Friday...GUARD DUTY!!!...it was boring, but I found the book "Da Vici Code" in the room so I started reading it..I finshed like 80% of the book in 1 day...and one of the RP's took the book home..I don't know the ending..IT"S DAMN ANNOYIN!!! I better find someone who has the book... Oh yeah..they had nights out again. Too tired to care about that..Oh yeah...woke up with a bad knee...keeps making this "cracking" feeling everytime..hurts sometimes and stuff..Doc said something is torn or something something..Hey..it was a chinese doc and she said that by tearing a small corner of the newspaper to indicate to me what she was talking about.

Saturday...I went up to find the entire company area cleaning and half way through our baths. Two of the guards came up. One of them lost an MP3 player..so we got searched (guards only)..then did some admin work and it was bookout time!!

Sunday: BOOK IN TIME: 2330...
But me gotta go earlier..got work to do...

Next week is chinese new year...although I am 'Kantang' Please note that I do however practice the collection of angbaos and partaking in goodies...so If you would like to give me one..please let me know...and I wish you a happy chinese new year too...

Sunday Night.....

2005-01-30T17:22:00.000+08:00

Ain't really in a mood to say stuff right now....
trouble trouble trouble...

I'm back.....

2005-01-21T23:16:00.000+08:00

Heyo..it's been 20 days since I last left anything..sorry about that....
Been too tired and stuff to think of anything to post....
I've been reading another blog whose address I got from a magazine..
I must say, compared to that blog...this is nothing..
the way the writer describes stuff....it's super detailed and it's like your there...must be a mass comm student or something..even the photoshop skills are there...seriously..when I say there..I mean THERE....

Still can't think of anything to write, so reader..just sit there and read on...I should come up with something soon...

Oh yes..here we go..some excitement from my camp...As I sit here and write this...on hari raya...some unfortunate soul is doing guard duty...which would have rightfully been mine...
Here's the story...but please..try and keep along..I have a tendency to jump around..
Ok here goes...
We got nights out on thursday....so out we went and to roam the civilian world.....book in timing was 2230hrs.. So out we went, caught a movie (Elektra) and back to camp.
Some booked in late, but it was over looked...however, what happened next...wasn't
Lights out was at 2330hrs...I was already stoned..so sleeping..HELL YEAH BABY!! Knocked out like a bulb...
The next day...Bing bam boom..news rocked our company..4 clowns snuck out after we went to bed to go to some mambo night or ladies night or something and got busted coming back in....
This guy who was in the group...he was in my boat during my boatman course..he kept talking about how great he was, how he can 'hiong' without getting caught and of how rules were meant to be broken and stuff..it does get irritating after a while....and now...caught with his pants down and strung in front of our csm to be dried....they got handed a pitch...a possibilty with doing a stint at the DB....this guy who talked about how good he was...fainted..haha!!!! 2 guys had to carry him to the medical centre and he got an attend C....I was laughing my ass off when I heard that..sorry...I know I know..but I couldn't help it...I will try my best not to...but I think I am most probably going to fail and I am gonna stir his shit for as long as I see him...

So thanks to these 4 clowns and the unlucky 5th memeber who was a guard and let them in...they are now more or less in camp and confined for the weekends until the near future...

Now....a ghost story...or a tale..or a snippet...or something....just that it's short..

Now, as most of you know, I don't believe in ghosts. But as usual...army camps in singapore are breeding grounds for ghost stories..they all have common casts...an old woman with a young girl. a young girl with long hair, a old man sweeping the area or some guy guarding some place...

So anyway, what I heard from my camp is that.
Snippet 1:
Never sleep with a chair beside your bed...as in hospital style..
Now, in army your bed is either the spring based or wood based kinda double decker frame..for the old beds in my camp at least...not like some of you lucky people with the thick mattresses...
anyway..this unfortunate soul did...and one night he woke up, staring through the springs above...and he saw...NOTHING....but dangling from the edge was this pair of little girls legs swinging back and forth...and the the little girl said in some dialect or mandarin... "Grandma, why this person not asleep yet?" The guy went bug eyed and turned in the wrong direction facing the chair..and guess what? There he saw the 'Grandma'...

I sleep on the top deck...so anything that wants to swing, will have to sit on top on my field pack/helmet on my locker...

Snippet 2:
The commando boat house at the jetty...ok...now imagine a square..on the left side, is a gangway leading down to the pontoon, while on the right, is a stair case heading into the sea...guess which side I am gonna talk on...yes..the right...
Ok...so now, this guard was sitting on th bench facing the sea...pontoon on left, staircase on right.
He looks left, and right and left and right..he's bored..guard duty usually is....I've done that..
So yes...left and bang on the right..he sees this little girl (AGAIN) peeking at him from around the corner of the staircase wall..he FREAKS!! he grabs his rifle and turns right, just to see the little girl face, stuck on the window to his right....he makes a heck of a dash out...

Now the weird thing is..I was just there on tuesday night with my friend keepin a watch on the boats....I walked to the corner alone twice to dispose of ration bar wrapper..I even jumped onto the adjoinin staircase that runs under that staircase....didn't see anything...but then again, I heard the story after I did that...so it again depends yes?

So yes...after 20 long days...these are the 3 things that I have deemed worthy of wasting your time to read...and now...I shall bid thee Good night....and I shall post again soon...hopefully...

New Years

2005-01-01T17:51:00.000+08:00

Yeah...Hooray..this year is off to a wet start ain't it?
It's been raining and raining and raining...my clothes can't get dry...!!!!
My resolution this year is..... I'll work on that ya?

Right now, I'm more worried bout gettin 'extra' cause i forgot to check on something before I closed the book..Pray I don't get forced to do guard duty on chinese new year...which I got a bad feeling a bout.

But lets have a moment of silence for those poor souls who died during the tsunami hit ...............................................................................................................................................................
There...it's done....But seriously, I don't really feel anything for those in Acheh provice...after all the muslims rebel problems. I'm kinda glad all the assholes who caused us trouble are dead. But I do feel it's a waste though...what's a waste you might ask?
8 Countries affected, Mostly superb holiday places, 135,000 dead. But one question remains...
Why didn't that black CSM of mine bring his family there for a holiday? If all those 135,000 died so that he would die along with them. Not only would I, but my entire company, inclusive of the trainers who HATE him feel HAPPY!!!

A WASTE!! A WASTE!!!
My CSM is black, a pest and refuses to die...know anything in the same catergory?
A DAMN COCKROACH THAT"S WHAT!!!!

EVERYONE HATES YOU!!! WHY DON"T YOU JUST PACK YOUR SENILE OLD BUTT AND GET THE HELL OUT OF OUR COMPANY AND SHOVE IT BACK TO SOF!!!!

He dares to clear the desk of an officer..him being a warrant only..puts everything into a trash bag and labels it "Compliments of 4th Coy CSM" Why doesn't someone just pull his ass outta there....

That's my new year to you guys...
Same Shit, Different Year.....

The Day after Christmas

2004-12-26T17:31:00.000+08:00

This year has been pretty weird for me..I didn't feel no festive cheer or joy like I've usually felt for the past 22 years. It's got nothing to do with not believing in santa claus and stuff..I've stopped believing like ages ago. It's just the cheer in the air that lights the spark...you know...
Like I said...it's a dead year this year. Looks like I've become the grinch with a heart 2 sizes too small or something.

What did I do this year? Went to my friends place on the 24th. Saw my old poly friends again...damn..alot of them are in OCS. Good on you chums!! They were talking about their turn outs..haha..I told them about ours. Guess who's was more sadistic in nature.
Came back past mid-night..slept for a few hours and woke up to go to church which I slept through...more or less...
and sunday...I slept in...heh...had once mama of a headache.....

Saw my old buncha youth friends at yishun on Christmas.. But I don't really feel "there" with them anymore. The way they do stuff in general. Ain't my style. Maybe that's the way they were 'taught' by the 'head'. Sad though. When I compare the kids...yes the kids (primary school) from another church I am going to, and them. I see alot more of God in the younger ones. They are way more mature in their ways. Ever seen kids pray till the only sound in the room is prayer so loud it drowns out the music?
If being 'young at heart' helps the older ones to bond closer and serve God better, who am I to judge right?

Another weird thing. I seem to be drifting from God too... I don't have much time to read the bible, praise or even pray much. My mind and life is way to occupied with things that leave me way tired on weekends. Thank God they starting a YA service at the other church that starts at 1930. At least I got more time to rest and stuff.

Oh well...i'll stop my rantings and ravings for now...
Next week, I'll put up my new year resolutions..and hopefully be in a more cheerful mood.

Till then..no matter how much you think you are suffering...I am way worse then you.
Take care.

12 Days of Jihad...

2004-12-25T01:07:00.000+08:00

Got this off the internet..Like it? I SURE DO!!!!

The 12 Days of Jihad.By Frank Flanagan and Jim Guay

On the first day of Jihad, Allah gave to me... An AK and a stolen Humvee.

On the second day of Jihad, Allah gave to me... 2 Healthy Kidneys, An AK and a stolen Humvee.

On the third day of Jihad, Allah gave to me... 3 French Passsports, 2 Healthy Kidneys, An AK and a stolen Humvee.

On the fourth day of Jihad, Allah gave to me... 4 Pounds of Semtex, 3 French Passsports, 2 Healthy Kidneys, An AK and a stolen Humvee.

On the fifth day of Jihad, Allah gave to me... 5 RPGs! 4 Pounds of Semtex, 3 French Passsports, 2 Healthy Kidneys, An AK and a stolen Humvee.

On the sixth day of Jihad, Allah gave to me... 6 Checkered Towels, 5 RPGs! 4 Pounds of Semtex, 3 French Passsports, 2 Healthy Kidneys, An AK and a stolen Humvee.

On the seventh day of Jihad, Allah gave to me... 7 Flying Lessons, 6 Checkered Towels, 5 RPGs! 4 Pounds of Semtex, 3 French Passsports, 2 Healthy Kidneys, An AK and a stolen Humvee.

On the eigth day of Jihad, Allah gave to me... 8 Roadside Bombings, 7 Flying Lessons, 6 Checkered Towels, 5 RPGs! 4 Pounds of Semtex, 3 French Passsports, 2 Healthy Kidneys, An AK and a stolen Humvee.

On the nineth day of Jihad, Allah gave to me... 9 Virgins Dancing, 8 Roadside Bombings, 7 Flying Lessons, 6 Checkered Towels, 5 RPGs! 4 Pounds of Semtex, 3 French Passsports, 2 Healthy Kidneys, An AK and a stolen Humvee.

On the tenth day of Jihad, Allah gave to me... 10 Infidel Beheadings, 9 Virgins Dancing, 8 Roadside Bombings, 7 Flying Lessons, 6 Checkered Towels, 5 RPGs! 4 Pounds of Semtex, 3 French Passsports, 2 Healthy Kidneys, An AK and a stolen Humvee.

On the eleventh day of Jihad, Allah gave to me... 11 Pictures of Yassir, 10 Infidel Beheadings, 9 Virgins Dancing, 8 Roadside Bombings, 7 Flying Lessons, 6 Checkered Towels, 5 RPGs! 4 Pounds of Semtex, 3 French Passsports, 2 Healthy Kidneys, An AK and a stolen Humvee.

On the twelfth day of Jihad, Allah gave to me... 12 Freedom Fighters, 11 Pictures of Yassir, 10 Infidel Beheadings, 9 Virgins Dancing, 8 Roadside Bombings, 7 Flying Lessons, 6 Checkered Towels, 5 RPGs! 4 Pounds of Semtex, 3 French Passsports, 2 Healthy Kidneys, An AK and a stolen Humveeeeeee!

SIAM!!! SIAM!!!! JELLYFISH!!!

2004-12-18T17:04:00.000+08:00

7 days have passed and I have returned....once again, I have disappointed those who hate me...
HAHAHAHA!!! SUCK THUMB AND DIE!!!

This week we had exercise SEAHORSE...from changi to bedok then to tuas...we sailed past a submarine coming out to sea and stuff...cool eh? And bloody hell...the ride was hell of a choppy..and in the zodiac boat...you literally bounce off the gunwhale. After the stop at bedok jetty, it was off to hantu and i was the coxswain. And I got "screwed" most of the way to hantu. Mostly for the reason of "not following the white water of the craft in front" problem was...I couldn't see and the guy in front of me kept blocking me. Oh yeah..I turn the boat at high speeds..hahaha!! I got the nickname 'L-Plate' on my first day of boat handling..haha..but I choose to stick with "Hazard" on my course shirt.. hahaha...It's fun...

Got a PBHT on monday. Hope I pass. And the summary test on tuesday.Pray I pass that too. Might be able to drop in orchard tuesday night or something to check out the carolling and stuff. But more on that later.

Grandma's birthday today..or yesterday..No idea.. But yes..there are people downstairs and I gotta go join em soon....FOOD!!!!
Gotta book in by 2100hrs...so gotta leave by 2000hrs or something.

Yeah...This week is gonna be short too..then back to company line for another week before I get posted to the other camp for 2 weeks for my other course....Cya guys...
6 days to christmas...
HAVE A MERRY ONE!!!

I survived another week....

2004-12-11T16:23:00.000+08:00

Hiya guys...I survived another week...disappointed? HA!! WELL JUST TOO BAD THEN!!!

Well, this week has been tiring to say the least...we got our hands on boat experience...And I found out that me and machines don't work very well together....
Damn boat.... Hold ya horses.... I'm learning..I'm learning......
Yeah....But although piloting the boat is fun and stressful at times (If your gonna crash...) it is super TIRING to launch the boats...6 boats...each 160kg...without the usual loadout...OBM is 66kg...2 fuel loadouts and 1 water jerry can...60kg in total...dry and wet boxes, anchor and stuff brings the grand total close to 300kg...pushing it down the slip way is ok..draggin them back up...now THAT is another matter...feet soaked in boots until they are white and crinkly...ever seen the shows where a dead man is dragged up on shore...yeah...feet like that..even nails are white....

First day we went outsea..rainy weather the whole day...freezing cold....and when your wet and cold and you sit and pilot the boat and the wind blows...BOO YA!!!

Spent everyday afterthat in seawater..get sunburnt...BEACH BOY I TELL YA!!!! Learnt alot of stuff...ain't saying what though...

And unless I go diving...I will NOT go swimming in the sea AGAIN!! Had my 1.5km coastal swim this week and got stung by jellyfishes 3-4 times...but we had to continue the swim..HOO YAH!!!! total of about 10 of us got hit.that's 1/3 of the course..6 reported sick..the rest of us just continued with the day. which was basically go to an offshore island, learnt and new drill and before we could do it..it RAINED!!! soaked our asses cold...hell..at least it was freshwater eh? Then I piloted the boat back to our jetty....yeah..that was basically our week..COLD AND/OR WET!!!

Jac..your friend got a nice deal for the dive course. Hope there is quality besides the low cost..the ex company we went with nearly got us killed on our night dive and another group drifted over 2km away....Ask him to get his own equipment if he can...shag to carry in, but much more comfortable to have your own stuff..trust me...

Speakin of which..hope I can still fit into my wetsuit..growing fat...DAMN!!!

14 DAYS TO CHRISTMAS!!!!

Not so many days later.

2004-11-27T23:41:00.000+08:00

Yeah yeah...the headlines are weird..bite me...
It's 27 DAYS TO CHRISTMAS!!! MY FAVOURITE TIME OF THE YEAR!!! I love christmas..heh heh...I haven't set the tree up yet..late late...maybe next week after my bookout or something...
Anyway....yeah...eh...HELL DAMN!! I can't seem to think of anything to write...oh look!! a three headed monkey..Where?? LOOK IN THE MIRROR!!! HA!
Ok ok..getting corny..
Well, the past week has been super slack...I have to admit...I am becoming super 'NUA'..for those who are foreign and have graced this site..it means "soft" I wonder if my 2.4km timing went down..I think it SUCKS by now..seriously...
Slack..why? Cause it's anniversary week...lotsa "Sai Kang"..loosely translated means "S#$t jobs" setting up stuff here and there.
Next week is gonna be hell though...starting my vocational training. Our platoon got split up..but before that..our platoon mate "Ng Kim Sang" or affectionately known as "Alien" (he can do 37 pull ups..that's why) has left us to join the airforce. I never really talked to him all that much, but once he left, it's like a family member has gone. Back to the platoon, we got split up. half the platoon got sent to "Leaders" course where they gonna be sgts when the come back. Thank God I didn't go..it's a suffering place for an extra 100 a mth. Medics gonna leave in dec and stuff..but we're all gonna come back together in 2 1/2 mths time. I start monday. Boatman. Everyone says it's a fun course...swimming 500/1000/1500/1500 coastal is not a fun idea to me. Don't ask me why I dive but don't swim..it's JUST BECAUSE all right!?!? They are totally two different things...except for the water part that is....
Gotta do that water survival test thing again..I HATE THAT!!! the 5m tower jump seems pretty fun though...it's scary as you go up and stand at the edge blindfolded..but ANDRENALINE!!! (if it's spelt right. WOO HOO...if not..oh look!! a three headed monkey!!)..so I'm guessing it's gonna be a physically tough month ahead...hey..heard we gotta carry the damn zodiac boat 1km and stuff...Yeah..I think far ahead...way too far..I think I'm becoming a person with alot of worries...wanna know? This vocational training, get guard duty on new year's day or chinese new year, won't be around for my sister's wedding cause i might be in overseas for training..sigh....problems problems problems....damn....
Yeah well..that's the week or so..

Only bright side...christmas is 27 days away..
And I wanna get a new phone..the Nokia N-Gage QD..why? cause it's BORING in camp doing nothing that's why...

Anyone got anything to say bout anything..tag board is open...

Till next time...OH LOOK!! A THREE HEADED MONKEY!!!

Many Days Later....

2004-11-15T01:01:00.000+08:00

Yeah yeah....I am writing this 25 days or so later..BITE ME!!!
Don't have much to say bout what went on within this 25 days...solely cause I can't remember jack nuts...
Hahaha...must be too much gunfire and stuff knocking my brain around...Hey..it's sensitive....
Ok...
let's just get straight to the point...someone in my tag board wants an update...so lets see now shall we?
let's start with tuesday since..MONDAY WAS A HOLIDAY!!!
We were expecting a IPPT on tuesday...simple shit...seriously..during poly. 2.4km was a killer for most pple..now...2.4? huh? what's that? we chao chao also run 3+, 4km..in LONG 4!!..ok..back to the story. but NOO...we had a water survival test..
basically jump off a 5m tower with a dummy rifle and swim to the edge...go down 4m, divest and come back up and swim 15m with SBO and rifle..all in long 4 and boots....ok..now..the jump was easy..the swimming to edge wasn'...don't ask me why..nearly went down...so that kinda sucked my lungs abit..and then the divesting...that was hard..
had to do it twice or so...
i dunno why...but i always seem to run outta air so damn fast.....

But oh damn...that ain't nothing compared to what was coming up that afternoon...it rained..and we had to go "overseas" for our exercise... 4 days 3 nights of fun in the jungle...wet jungle...
The first night after we deployed..we went to our respective positions..and something told me to look around...Lo and behold...i spotted the thing that stung me before...a scorpion..damn..oh well..tried to step on it..but it disappeared under the leaves..and i had to lie there too..at least until 2300hrs where we had to move out for an 'ambush'....tired like hell..i won't go into specs..but it was basically a long walk/wait and back again..and in the morning..we had another movement..basically it was hot days and cold mornings...freezing cold mornings..
and after that, we came back to mainland..rested or attempted to rest a few hours and we had our 35km route march..walked a little less than half way, and at our meal point...it rained..whoop dee doo...so we continued in the rain...wet, soaked to be exact..down to our socks. Heavy equipment..walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk...blisters, abrasions, sore shoulders..then our OC told us that the final stop would be at the beach where we would take shelter..YEAH!! or so it seemed..we walked walked walked walked walked and we finally reached. Threw our stuff down and slept...wet..and at 0200hrs ++ the wind came...It was bloody cold..was shivering...so i activated my food warmer with much difficulty and tried to go back to sleep under my gortex. Woke up an hour later colder and stiffer..and we marched another 3km to our final destination..where we waited in the rain for the parade, listened to the stupid black man talk and knock us down twice cause we were too stoned......
and whatever...during the entire time there..the rain and wind came with full fury...ever got hypothermia? trust me..it was so cold, my teeth was chattering, hands and knees shaking...I had to use full control to stop myself from shaking when my rank was presented to me.... and we had to walk back to camp another 2+km i think..and at the end, we got it again cause some clown from my platoon returned the signal set while we were supposed to carry it..they almost took our ranks away and make us walk the 35km again...damn....
more or less that was the week...19/20 nov 2004...I can never forget the feeling...damn....

ATTEND C!!!

2004-10-26T13:21:00.000+08:00

wassap pple...writing this on a tuesday morning. weird eh? Supposed to be in camp..but I am at home...reason..I got attend C..got sent home cause I'm sick...Diahorrea and fever...whoop dee doo... Green cuppacino is what I call the by product...Nough said..bet your cursing by now. So lets move on to my previous week shall we?

Last week was the single most shag week of my NS life. Worse to come, but that in the future..Blogs are all bout the past. Yes yes...philosophy...shaddup and read on...

I or rather WE had 2 bloody live firings in a single week. And the bloody indian refused to let us sleep until we cleaned our weapons. Do you have any bloody idea how damn frustrating it is to clean your weapon in the wee hours of the morning (0200hrs) when your already damn tired in a badly lit parade square? Imagine this...You stink like hell, you got mud all over your uniform, your hungry, your eyes are slits, your in a bad pissed off mood, and your cleaning black stuff (carbon) off your weapon in a dark enviroment and the people in your platoon either refuse to cooperate or are too dumb assed to do so.... Sounds fun? GO JUMP OFF A TALL BUILDING!!!
That bloody indian who is our CSM is a COCKANADAN!!!! I hope he does something wrong, someone complains and he gets POSTED OUT!!! Talks a lot of cock, wastes our time, punishes us for things we don't even know...and they say "we want to train thinking soldiers" KISS MY ASS AND DIE!!!!

We had lessons and practicals too..bout what, I ain't saying....
Friday we had another firing...same shit, different day...we slept at 0400 and woke at 0700..I couldn't be more stoned had I drunk a whole bloody bar the night before..
And we got held back by the black bast&*( again...he purposely wasted our time. Book out was at 1000hrs...but he held us back...made the book out time 1340hrs..but punished us by doing changing parade from the parade square back to our bunk 4 storeys up..and in the end, let us go at 1430hrs...TALK ABOUT LYING!!! HOPE YOU GET CHARGED AND GET TAKEN OUT!!!!

And to make matters worse. Cause some people got caught for smoking and using the phone, all our privileges have been revoked. We gotta book in in Smart 4, No phones and ciggs allowed..I don't smoke, so no problem..but no phones? You have got to be shitting me...

Personally, the reason I volunteered to joing commandos is for the training, not for all this kinda petty shit by a black person. I HOPE YOU DIE YOU BLACK DICK!!!!

16 Days later

2004-10-09T19:55:00.000+08:00

Dang man...it was 16 days ago that I logged in here to type stuff..
Been either too busy, or too tired...dang...

Anyway.. The past 16 days was rather fun..lets recap shall we? yes yes...we shall...
We had M203/LAW live firing...we agree the M203 is more fun than the LAW. Why? cause only 4 lucky people got to fire the live LAW..the rest of us fired the sub-calibre... Anyway, back to the M203..it was like the movies..Aim, squeeze..you hear thing 'thunk' sound and you see the grenade flyin across the sky...then you see the explosion before you hear the resounding "BOOOMMM!!!!" hell yeah!!! Then we learnt rapelling...but DAMN IT!! For all the 3 days we were supposed to go rapell, it rained!! talk about unlucky....but the best part is that we got to stone mostly in the bunk.. we had obstacle training. Full uniform and equipment. We were like..hey 2km run..that's pretty good..it's only 500m more than the usual 1.5km...BULLCRAP!! it was more like a 2km run THEN the 1.5km....SHAGGED!!!.. Yeah..that's bout it...

And now the current week..lets see...I did guard duty this week..talk bout helluva boring and tiring. Walked up and down, played with the dog and almost killed the dumb assed cat...
learnt 'sig.' this week..yeah..Oh yeah...3KM SOC...which is the 3km run + the 1.5km SOC..but HEH HEH HEH..i only the the run in clean fatigues..cause the day they did the SOC..i was doing guard duty..hee hee hee...Oh yeah..we jumped off a 3m tower into the pool in our full uniform..it was like..it's not so high...up the tower...it's not so high...at the edge...hey..this looks a bit weird...and when they tap you for your turn to go and you step off...it's DAMN IT"S HIGH!!!!
(Note: If any of you intend to do this too...don't eat too much the day before and take a crap before doing it)
Soon we got the 5m drop and the 5m drop in equipment.
Oh yeah...we got a viral fever running around camp...People are dropping one by one. Mostly from my platoon. And damn it...I didn't get it when I wanted(we got sent home)..I got it on the day I came home...
And the best part of the week...besides getting to book out on friday...we learnt basic survival skills...how to test plants that can be eaten. And we learnt how to kill/skin/remove innards from frogs. Kill and remove innards from eels...and Kill/Skin/remove innards from a damn big iguana.
Didja guys know that the iguana fats when heated becomes oil that when rubbed onto wounds, the wounds won't leave a scar? hahahaha...

Yeah...that's about it...

Sick with a fever and cough...Lim Qi Wei..I bloody told you to shut your mouth when you coughed..but NNNOOO!!!!!

i just P.O.P'ed" TODAY!!!

2004-09-24T23:12:00.000+08:00

Bloody hell....I haven't written anything here for about 2 weeks already...or is it more...I've totally lost track of everything that goes on beyond the gates of my camp...
as a recruit..can't do much eh..but I ain't no recruit no more..I AM A PRIVATE!!!! hell..it's still no rank, but hey..I get to do more stuff..like what? I can't say...

Anyway, back to the field camp..I'll keep it short and simple..the significant things that happened....

1) a wild boar smashed through some of the 'bashas'
2) i got used to sleeping with insects and spiders..big mama's of spiders..
3) i had a new sensation...got stung by a scorpion...helluva pain....trust me....agony.....
4) i am damn rusty in my weapon firing...got 28 outta 32 shots...DAMN DAMN DAMN!!!!!
5) i got used to sleeping with camo paint on my face
6) we did jungle movement in pitch black darkness
7) got used to having sad everywhere...yes...even in my underwear...bloody hell....
8) i slept in a haunted camp...remember the "3 door" camp..yup....
9) we ran 5km even though we were super shagged out....
10) we walked 24km and i had to force myself the last 6 due to blister pain.
11) and most important of all...a new sensation again...I sang worship songs under the stars...saw shooting stars and stuff

Yup...that's more or less about it. And through it all, it has made me tougher and stronger than before.

FOR HONOR AND GLORY!!!
COMMANDOS!!!!

It's my BIRTHDAY TODAY

2004-09-06T16:32:00.000+08:00

Yep yep...It's my birthday today..makes not mucha difference actually. I was supposed to spend it in camp, but thanks to God, I managed to spend nearly 3/4 of it at home. Sleeping. Haha...

Last week was pretty ok.
Monday was pretty slack, cause we were using it to settle all our admin stuff in preparation for our field camp.

Tuesday morning was a rush...woke up real early. Got ready, painted faces and then we were off...the first day of outfield, it was pretty ok. We did in practical what we learnt in theory. And I admit, somethings are pretty hard. Got a damn heat rash already...the night thing was hell for me..first it hurt like hell, and the back itched like mad...next time round I am bringing alot of powder out...keep myself dry...damn...the night thing had a bad outcome though...people went missing...darn....

Wednesday was the test day...we had to carry out tests on what we did
practically...managed to pass all. Thank God...We did a night thing again and this time with more of a challange. But we managed to clear it too...hee hee

Thursday was the last day of the camp. We played with some things. Or rather, some of them managed to play with the stuff.. yellow puff and "light"sticks..it was fun..then we got to bang off to camp...spent nearly 2 hours cleaning our rifles..and we haven't even fired it off yet...damn....We are gonna spend alot more time cleaning it after our next field camp this week...Found out I passed my IPPT but failed my SOC by 2 secs..hahahaha

Friday. Those who failed IPPT had to retake. The rest, it was admin time...basically we slacked in bunk getting ready to book out. This week, we could book out friday and back in monday. Thanks to some other platoon, they screwed up the book in/out book..so we had to stay for another hour+. Met my dad for dinner at changi village since it was near my camp. Oh yah, Dad bought me ice cream..hahaha..Like a small kid eh..

Saturday..was supposed to go to church, but me overslept again..that keeps happening nowdays. Spent nearly the whole day sleeping..

Sunday. Went to church with my parents. Bought alot of stuff. Namely powder to bring back to camp. At night, we went out for my birthday dinner. Cut the cake and stuff. Yeah yeah..I spend my birthdays alone..any girl wanna volunteer to go out with me to make it up?

Monday. Went to SAFTI MI for the army open house..it was a basic waste of our time. Go there and come back..boring. Bought macs for lunch with rocky road ice cream..Hey..I got a 13 day field camp coming up..I wanna indulge myself...Slept again...now it's 1650hrs. Dad coming back to pick me up to go back to camp. Guess I am very fortunate. I guess tonight back at camp we will spend it getting our equipment ready for tommorow. Won't be back till the 18th or so I guess. Heatrash, prickly heat, foot rot, fungal infection. You name it...damn..ANd my friend said his platoon mate heard "something" in the place where I am going. I pray God will carry me through this one. I'll let you know how it goes

Another week...and hell is coming closer....

2004-08-29T11:10:00.000+08:00

Monday
Hoo Yah!!! I be back!!! The beginning of the week was rather ok. Parade on Monday..Boring!!...Had SOC trial tests too....I failed!! by 9 secs!!! why? cause I had to wait for some guy to try and clear the wall 3 times...damn....But oh well... Leg hurt after that..Old injury..remember the earlier posts bout me landing wrongly?...Yep
Tuesday
.... then we had a IPPT trial test the next day, but I got myself outta that..Leg hurt...no way I could run...So I sat there with some others like a dodo and watched the rest do it....felt weird...
Wednesday
Then the IPPT test came the next day...I cleared all!! haha...my 2.4 timing improved, on top of the usual other beneficial factors like I've lost weight, gained more muscle and my abs are peeking out!!!...ARMY IS GOOD!!! Hahahahaha!!.
Thursday
Whoa mama...this was one shaggy day...Had IFC lessons in the morning...then we had some practical..had to rush back to bunk and get ready for the 16km route march..there wasn't even enough time to prepare. Like taping up my feet with medical tape and stuff.. I got picked to be the front scouts...which meant I had to walk with some other guy and my sgt 70-100m ahead of the entire company....no slowing down....but managed to talk nonsense with my sgt..haha...Sad he will be leaving us after BMT or something...I'm damn sure he's got alot of experience to teach...anyway..the first 8km was on...2km into the remaining 8km, I started to get blisters...oh yeah...at the 4km rest point..my feet hurt like hell.....I had to force myself to walk the remaining 4km back...and that's only 16km...we still have the 24km one. 36km in the next phase and 72km before we pass out...blisters galore my friend....I got 6-7 alone on my right foot and 3-4 on my left...and both feet have nice big ones at the balls of the feet...every step...see God....
Friday
had some PT in the morning...the crunches and dips were ok..what hurt like hell was the duck jumps and jumping jacks..I couldn't even walk properly and here I am jumping on my feet...And then we had more IFC lessons...after lunch, it rained so we ran to the MPH to continue. After it stopped, we went back to our company line..during the run up the stairs, I felt this tear and wetness...back up...I removed my boots and saw two wet spots on the left one...Yup..I burst the blister from pressure...And I got heat rash too....whee....
Saturday
Had the 1.5km SOC grading test....puked before and after I ran....blisters agony, but I managed to force myself through it..Don't know if I passed yet.... Then we went to SDC...looked at exhibits and stuff...waste of time...the finally let us go around 1540hrs...man..that sucked big time!!! No time to even go to church....went out with my friends for dinner...one of em is flying off sept 7 to study. Went to pasta fresca..and then a ice cream buffet..haha...make your own..It was rather fun...hahaha.
Sunday
and here I am writing this on a Sunday morning...was supposed to go for cell...but I overslept..that's how tired I am. This upcoming week...a small portion of brimstone is coming..I heard monday is relaxed cause tuesday - thursday I got a field camp in marsling..damn....but a little birdie told me I get to book out early this week...hee hee hee..and Can someone please confirm with me this new 5 day work week rule...seems from sept 4th we get to book out friday evenings....DANG!! HAHAHAHA!!!!

And to all my YCC friends who are still studying....Study hard and don't slack in your faith either... To those taking either Os...It's gonna be over real soon. So just put in your Nox now and cruise through the finish line...getting the long service award ain't fun...trust me....

3rd weekend out...Gonna be a long post.

2004-08-21T19:20:00.000+08:00

Third weekend out...damn....5 more weeks and I am outta bmt...
Had a long weekend last week cause I had to go for graduation..but no time to post anything..I had too many things to do..
Training is still tough and getting tougher...
Just had our 8km route march this week...blisters nice and big, but I managed to push all the way through...Got a 16km route march this coming week and after that a field camp...
Had a SOC...jumped the last obstacle and nearly broke my leg...rested over the weekend and now after this week, I've done the entire thing about 9 times...3 times/session...It is hell..super tiring..but it feels good. I remember standing there limping about on my injured leg while the others ran it...they looked damn shagged out when the returned, and I was dying to be one of them. I asked the conducting if I could give it a shot..but his answer was a flat no. Was disappointed, but I guess it was the right choice. Had I gone, I would probably have really ripped my leg up. Thanks to him, I've almost recovered and done it lotsa times...Yeah..you read correctly..almost..it still hurts slightly when I run and after I clear the stations, but it feels good....argh...It's just one of those things...I guess when you are being trained to be the best unit around, it really throws the normal person's definition of endurance outta the window.

Some S*** really hit the fan this week in camp...can't say what, but I'm guessing that life is just gonna take a different turn for us...it wasn't caused by my platoon, but we're gonna be involved in the s*** stirring anyway.

Anyway, the graduation was fun. It would have been better if I could have gone out with my friends, but I had to book in ASAP. Had something to do in camp. Sure was good seeing my poly friends again. Talked a while, took pictures and stuff. Yeah...sucks for a graduation eh? Guess my parents were happy I finally got my dip. Hahahahaha...Yeah yeah...I'm a lazy ass who had a hard time in school.

Weird though..the last person I thought would get the feeling in camp would be me..and yet I got it anyway...one day in camp, I suddenly woke up and felt homesick...yeah...seriously....
I don't know why..maybe cause our morale was low or something..but for a few days, it really sucked...wasn't in the mood to do squat diddly..had to force myself to train, no mood to eat...and the fact that the food sucked didn't help either. Damn.... And being me, I don't like to talk bout this kinda things, so I kept it to myself....didn't help either.

Yeah well..that's it for now...I'll post maybe later or when...Gonna go get some chow and stuff.
You guys would probably know better how I feel if I used some more 'colorful' language, but I have managed to hold my tongue quite effectively for the past 5 weeks in camp. So I shall not start using it now...gotta be a different person in camp. I don't have time to read my bible, and at night, I'm so tired, I don't even have much time to pray before I sleep...I just knock out asap. Just a quick short and and bang I am out. I still manage to pray sometimes during training and when I am waiting for stuff to happen. But more then less, we have a tendency to just look down and close our eyes during those times too.... Man....

My First weekend out...

2004-08-09T17:32:00.000+08:00

Hello pple..I'm back from camp...what can I say about training? IT IS HELL!!!! To those from tekong: don't you ever dare say your training is tough....
Anyway, back to my story...day 1 and 2 were pretty easy...got my head shaved and stuff...(didn't make much of a difference to me though...when i went back to church, people were still asking me when i was going in...HAHA) week 1 was pretty slack..cause the trainers knew we were still getting used to it. Hell began after that..
Some dumb assed platoon members refuse to open their mouths to shout or sing....so guess what happened? We get 'tekan'...that's punishment for the people who don't understand....
Here is a sample day. After we wake up. 1 L of water. It's compulsory..prevents heat stroke and dehydration..but that isn't too bad..After breakfast, we drink 1L of water....and guess what? we got tekan..RUN AND TOUCH THE WALL!! we did that...some didn't shout on the way back..and we did it AGAIN!! Then we had to do flutterkicks...100 counts of 4. push ups, jumping jacks..
Then the day went on...Next was lunch..before every meal. It's compulsory to do pull ups..so we did 7+1...the +1 is a commando tradition..we train harder..so we did our pull ups..then we moved into a line for push ups, next, flutter kicks, then on to jumping jacks and then dips...then it was lunch...day went on..and at night before dinner...pulls ups again...the almighty flutter kicks..and push ups...then dinner...whoop dee doo eh? I won't even mention PT...imagine tekong..and X5..yeah.....

But all in all..i treat all punishment as training... In 18 days, i've lost 2-3kg...yeah yeah..I know most slimming agencies can do that in a shorter time..but I got a bonus..in addition to losing that 2-3kg....you seen my abs recently? or my chest or shoulder and arms for that matter? HELL YEAH!!! they got definition, size and hardness...not to speak of my thighs or calfs..SUPER TONED BABY!!!!

Oh well...I got too many things to write that I don't know what to write...It's been 18days...alot has happened..I can tell some, but for others it's classified..you couldn't pry it out of me. I am in a unit that teaches discipline above all. And I will not break it.

I'll let you know what goes on this coming week...I can book out every weekend now..HEE HEE HEE!!!!

Anything to ask...post it..If i can reply with an answer..I will..cheerios.

TO GOD

2004-07-20T23:00:00.000+08:00

Dear God,
           There has been so much that I wanted to say, but I can't seem to express in words nor remember all that You have done, for although I have remembered You little, You have honored my giving and blessed me with an overflowing cup.
I failed my Os, but I thank you for that, as I have met the best friends I have ever met in poly. And I thank You for them.
            I thank You for giving me the wisdom and strength to go through my
            I thank You for giving me the chance to go to Trinity where I met the best christian friends that have taught me to stand firm and grow in You. And where I have learned to experience You in the smallest of blessings and find You in the hardest of trials.
            I Thank You for giving me the chance to make commandos. To do my best for your Honor and Glory, not mine. To do my parents proud.
            I thank You for being my Lord and Saviour. For I can do all things through Christ who strenghtens me.
           Dear God, even as the time draws extremely near for me to enlist. I ask and pray these things. I pray for your continual healing upon my back. I rebuke any pain through Jesus's blood. For the blood has healed me. I ask that my camp, camp mates, sgts, officers and anyone else I meet will be open to Your words. I ask and pray for wisdom to share your love. I pray that the words of my mouth and the actions of my deeds will bring Honor and Glory to Your name. I pray for protection against the spirit of pride, but I pray that I will have the spirit of humility and servanthood as Your son Jesus. I pray against any spritual forces within the camp. I ask you to give me the wisdom to start a cell within the camp itself.

In Jesus's name I pray and ask all these through faith.
Amen

Janan Loh
1st Cdo Bn
IV Coy.

But more importantly
Janan Loh
Child of the Most High

MY POLY SIBLINGS

2004-07-20T22:48:00.000+08:00

Yeah yeah, I know, was supposed to blog...no time my friends...

Well, to my poly friends, You people have been the best thing that has happened to me..sure the course sucked and it was tough for the 3 years. I can only say that I would never have been able to get through at all had it not been for you guys. We went through thick and thin together..suffering like hell...all the buncha SENG KENG PENGS!!! (btw, the pics are at the sentosa album..)

Hell man. I'll miss you guys as we embark on this new journey in Life.. well guys..here goes

Kok wee...you signed on...do your best man. Make us proud
Wen Xiang, although you might be going to SCDF, it doesn't matter where your going. Just do your best
Des, Bro, all the times we went to gym while the food show was on..and the 'study camp' at your place...all the best in everything you do man..
ZZ, Do your best in NS man...make Guards...READY TO STRIKE!!!! Seek God man..
Pat, Take care in there
Marcus, the chalet was fun, knowing you was better...Stand strong in both NS and your faith
Kai Chung...your mom has the best PORK CHOP RICE!!! ALL THE BEST!!!
Wenjie, Good luck man. Thanks for all your patience and help in our final exams
Ben, don't worry. You'll make it through NS and make us all proud.
Kiat, you LUCK C2L9...make a real good police officer..!!
Chang sen..ALL THE BEST IN YOUR SINGING CAREER!!!
Thanks guys...

I'll do my best in commandos. FOR HONOR AND GLORY!!!

4 days to go....

2004-07-16T22:55:00.000+08:00

another day striked off the calander...tick tock...4 days and counting down to my enlistment...
I was thinking "hey, I didn't do much today, how bout having the last 4 days doing a tribute/record to my friends" not that they are gonna read it much anyway..most of em don't even know I have this. It's just to log my army days....so I shall go in this manner...Church, then Poly and before I go in to God..so that blog will last for the 3 weeks I am in camp.

Now comes the complication...Church...I have two...my previous and my current.
Oh well...I'll start off with the previous....

Hey pple...most of you would probably not be reading this, but hey.

Anyway, I know I left in a blink of an eye. It's not that I'm pissed with any of you. It's just that I found that I don't clique with any of you. Youth leader yes, age gap yes too. I kinda left cause I was way too sick with certain "leadership". One that plays on guilt, adhering only to people are worth something, who keeps calling himself "God's annoited", who has an issue with the sense of reponsibilty and who has a BIG BIG issue with a little thing called humility. Left cause the way things were done there were too flippant. People, my advice to you would be, when you serve God, make sure you do it whole heartedly. And that means coming to practice on the stated time, or even earlier to make sure things are ready to start. I've had practice with you people. As the WL, when I stated the time at 12, people only came in at 12.15...12.30..and took their own time setting up the equipment. And in the end we start at 1pm. We start late and we have to rush. That's NOT respecting God or serving Him whole heartedly. As camp comm., when I pushed for things to get done..the response I got was :"Why do you need to be so rushed? relax lah, this is youth, not army" Did you all NOT learn anything from the previous mission trip? What was the point of going for that, or even your most recent one if you don't learn, or you just talk about it and not go about doing it? And it goes all the way up too.
As for the rest of you, things were fun while I was there. I will always link the christmas period to sentosa and the youth camps. I had fun while I was there. My advice to you for any of your upcoming events, trips, school work or anything is to talk to God. I know xxon doesn't really emphasize on that. But SERIOUSLY. Pray... During worship, just forget about who is next to you, just focus on God. Do not be ashamed to raise your hands to praise Him. Do not be afraid to shed tears. Do not be afraid to raise a new song unto Him. Do not be afraid to pray right there and then. And most of all, Do not be afraid to stand up and testify for Him should it even be a simple word or vision. God bless you all.

To my brothers at Trinity. It has been a great time ever since I joined you guys. Yoong Heng, Hwee, Aaron, Joshua, Eugene, Kerrick, Kaixin, Oonz, Dansen, Jonathon, Kairan, Kenneth. You guys are awesome. To josh, oonz and dansen. God bless on your education path. May God guide you as you trust in Him. I had fun ever since I joined. Be in the torturing Pre-NS camp (I found it fun actually), lunch and to the 1942 after cell group on sunday. I've seriously enjoyed every moment. I thank you guys for opening up and showing me a whole new level in prayer and worship of our Father. Be it in the main service or even with the simple guitar in our cell groups. I have really sense God's presence there. I thank you guys for showing me how to be bold in my faith, up to the point where I really want to reach out to the people in my camp. I ask that you continually pray for me in there. For my lower back especially.

I seriously feel like paul or like I am writing my will...haha.

God bless

5 Days to go....

2004-07-15T21:47:00.000+08:00

Went to watch King Arthur today....do I recommend you to go see? NO....why? cause it's nothing like the legendary myths. The only thing the show had in common were the names and when Arthur pulled the sword from the stone...but WHY he pulled the sword from the stone wasn't the same..it was another reason. .and it's a bloody anti-climax..no... seriously...
And the war scene at the end...BORING....I usually enjoy war scenes..but this was...man...
And Merlin...poor merlin...he wasn't even a magician..he was a the leader of a rag tag army of woads..no magic..nothing!!!!

Bought the air wick peppermint and rosemary air freshner..it's pretty damn nice..
seriously...
And don't gimme the crap about me going into xxxxx and stuff..Going in yes..stop being human..no...haven't reached that level yet. And you leave a room for 3 weeks..open the windows once in a while...a confirmed weird smell man...

Bought some "fruity fresh" sachet for my cupboard too.. and a ambi pur "innocence" frgrance on stand by too...paranoia...but maybe i'll give that to my parents..i like the peppermint one...

Got a bbq on saturday, monday might be going to sentosa to soak up the rays or something before i enlist wednesday....

And yes..5 days left to go before I shave my head and step into the unknown...

6 days to go....

2004-07-14T23:24:00.000+08:00

And again..6 days to go....

HELL I AM FEELING NERVOUS....I never expected me to get that.
but i guess it's normal..i am after all stepping into the unknown.

Hell yeah..room is 80% clean...finally...now to put away the nitty gritties and I will be done..FINALLY...

Hell...i got a new list for the things I need to get for army..and lo and behold..I need more stuff...bummerific....

Day's been the usual...clean up, go run, slack and stone.

Gonna collect my specs tomorrow.AH HECK!!! i forgot to get the bicycle tights...darn it... oh well...collect specs. go to town, meet friends for a buffet lunch (maybe..depends on time) and then go watch King Arthur..let u know how that goes..
Nothing much to report on my life..let you know more as it comes

8 Days to go...

2004-07-12T23:03:00.000+08:00

In the twinkling of an eye, another day is yet gone. 8 Days to go...
Did manage to do some stuff today though...
went out, got my custom insoles made...bloody $260...but if i need em, i need em...
bought my toiletries for army...well, more or less. got my army specs made.
rearranged my table unit....gives it a more office look....
hey, my room is a damn mess ok? I was supposed to clean it up a long time ago..say in May...after my final exam before I grad from poly...then I said..I'll clean it after I get my results...'In case...you know..' Hey..Thanks be to God, I passed. And I delayed in cleaning..or I should say, I tried cleaning it..but the mess just shifted from one part of the room to the others..so yes, June was messed up..Then came July..21 days to army back then..Now it's 8 days..and my room is still a bloody mess...looks like someone threw a couple of frags in here...

oh look...1/2 hour to go before it's 7 days to go...
Too stoned...I'll continue tomorrow.
Gotta.....sleep.....need..to...clean..room...tomorrow......

By the way..guys. The Punisher is a cool show...his brand of justice is AWESOME....

9 days to go...

2004-07-11T23:21:00.000+08:00

Coming close to midnight as I post...
9 more days till I enlist...

Well, it's been a great day..at least cell group was.
I'm glad I made a move to trinity instead of staying at xxon where I basically learnt nothing under that leadership of 'someone'
My new cell group is made up of NS or Ex-NS people. Great guys I can relate with. No cliques, all transparent and accountable with each other. And best of all..ALL JOKERS!!! hahaha..those guys really rock.
Really like the worship too. Be it in the cell with a simple guitar or in the main. I can really feel it's true worship from the bottom of my heart and God is there...I'd bet you'd feel it too if you'd come visit. It really is awesome.
And that's only the worship, you haven't seen the prayer power that is displayed..
And the cell group...honest to God, I've finally found somewhere I learn something.

After that was lunch at mac's...all fun and laughter all the way. Was supposed to go play 1942 after cell..haha..it's super fun, but one of em got recalled and we cancelled.

Even IF we had plans, I might not have been able to go cause I was supposed to have plans to go meet two of my old poly friends..swim, gym, sauna..but the weather, in all it's infinite wierd attitude it's been having lately..was sunny, cloudy, rain..and repeat..so I decided to GO HOME...only to get the sun peek out from behind again...
Bummer....

Wanted to go run, but I overslept...actually I woke up, hit the snooze and went back to sleep...lazy ass I am..hahahahahaha...oh well..

Thanks for reading, God bless.

FOR HONOR AND GLORY TO GOD ALMIGHTY!!!!

Chain Letters....yeah right...

2004-07-10T01:29:00.000+08:00

OK PEOPLE, IF YOU GET THIS ON YOUR BULLETIN ON FRIENDSTER...I WROTE IT...
I JUST HEARD SOME CLOWN REMOVED MY NAME AND FORWARDED IT....

Dudes...i'm don't know if you know this...but
chain letters are REALLY ANNOYING!!! and a whole
buncha bull....i mean, it's nice that some
people are posting bulletins about job lobangs,
needing help and for sad cases like blood type
donations. Hey, that's fine. it might save a
life....but those really really annoying chain
letters?

Beware..if you don't forward this, you will die
or if you don't forward this, i will haunt you
tonight...like please...come on man...don't you
find that just a bit ridiculous? we got tech
savvy spooks now? yeah yeah...we heard of em
turning on computers and lights...but logging
into an account under someone and posting a
bulletin...doesn't that sound a wee bit DUMB
AS*ED and suspicious???? you people obviously
have quite a high IQ to be where you are and you
tell me you believe that?!?!?!

And...send this to everyone you know..for every
mail you send out, bill gates will give 5 cents
to my daughter's medical fund..FOR CRYING OUT
LOUD!!!! He's got better things to do with his
money...namely GIVE IT TO ME!!!!
Oh yes..this too...for every 10 people you send
this to, you get $100 from microsoft and a free
phone of choice from nokia...if they did
that..their company would SHUT DOWN!!!

Man this gets so damn irritating i've decided to
come up with my own chain letter....Janan's
style....

Forward this, or a little leprachaun will climb
through you window tonight and stick you where
the sun don't shine, shave your head stick an
inflatable rubber glove on it and run around
like a chicken or your girlfriend will leave
you, give me 10 bucks or you will become
bankrupt, don't write anymore dumb a$$ed chain
letters bout medical funds or spooks or you will
die a terrible death...and lastly....DON"T
FORWARD DUMB CHAIN LETTERS(or bulletins) OR I'LL
KICK YOU WHERE THE SUN DON"T SHINE!!!!!

As if we don't get enough spam from e-mails..now
we get spam here too

There..that feels so much better....

How time slips away....

2004-07-10T00:03:00.000+08:00

It's 0000hrs, and now i have 10 days to enlistment..

I am looking forward to getting enlisted...seriously, but then again, as with almost everyone who is stepping into a new and unknown territory, only to be surrounded by new people, where you have no control over what is going to happen to you, I do get that small sense of nervousness.

Delightful isn't it? Hahaha.

Only difference is, I am going in with a slight physical problem. Other guys would jump at the chance to use that to get downgraded..I am praying everyday that it won't bother me and I will be able to make it all the way through and get my beret...

Around 11 months of pure hell to get that beret..like they say...For Honor and Glory..

Got most of my army stuff already..wanna see the list?
Mirror x1 - to apply camo paint
Prickly heat powder x1.5 - Hey..that's important
SAF issued powder x2 - For socks and stuff..I ain't gonna have foot rot....
Green and Black Camo cream x2 - Duh...
Brown Camo cream x1 - Duh...
Garter x2 - They will issue, but there is a tendency to lose these...
Black Tape x7 - Have to make sand cans...
Gloves x1 - Duh...
Small Black Rubberbands x30 - Tie up lose ends and stuff
Big Black Rubberbands x10 - Tie up and secure stuff
Lock x1 - Duh.....
Comscott x1 - That little roll of green nylon string...tie up stuff..hang things..
Clock x1 - Duh....
Nail Clipper x1 - Duh...
Orange cleaning cloths x2 - 1 for rifle, 1 for boots...
Ziplock x25 - 5 of each size..small to jumbo...CLOTHES AND STUFF
Cap x1 - Duh.....
Socks x4 - No foot rot for me....
BIG BLACK BAG x1 - To dump all the above stuff and clothes and MORE!!!

And i still need to get more stuff too....
I'll be posting more then once a day until I get enlisted...
WELCOME TO MY WHACKY WORLD!!!!

11 Days To Go

2004-07-09T21:38:00.000+08:00

11 Days to go till I enlist....

And looky here..I managed to get the site mostly up and running with a little help from someone...
Now how in the world do i upload pics and stuff?

Been a mostly boring day as usual...went running again. stone, slack, watch tv...yeah..that's about it.....

Spiderman 2 was awesome..nice fight scenes...but the two that really stuck with me were the parts where he passed out and got carried into the train and the people saw his face and when MJ found out he was spiderman. I guess that it's got something to do with a sense of honor....something that we mostly disregard now days...

11 days to book in day...doo dah, doo dah..
11 days to book in day, oh a doo dah day...

Oh look a two headed monkey.....

2004-07-08T22:45:00.000+08:00

Right...ok, this is getting annoying..
1) I can't figure out how to put a tag board
2) I can't figure out how to put pics
3) I can't figure out how to put a nice background
4) The fonts suck...and guess what..I CAN"T FIGURE OUT HOW TO CHANGE THAT EITHER!!!

I think i'll have better luck finding a two headed monkey...

It's either I'm way too stoned or way too lazy to go figure..
it's the I'VE GRADUATED FROM POLY!!! I really really really don't feel like figuring things out now...don't ask me how I managed to get my diploma in 3 years...ask God..he had a 99% hand in it...

Leon Alvis, you clown, what am I supposed to look out for...you sms me and ask me to watch CNA at 2200hrs..I ain't seeing squat my friend.....I promise you, if you ever come into my unit in camp....I will make you pay just for that...BWAHAHAHA....

Spiderman 2 ROCKS!!! nice show..gonna catch King Arthur next..the last show i watch before i enlist...WHOOP DEE DOO!!! YOU CLOWNS!!!!!

okok...nough said...i wanna go sit in a corner, "suck thumb, L.L." and try to figure out how this darn thing works.....

Haha!!

2004-07-08T16:38:00.000+08:00

It works i tell ya!!!
A good way to post funny embarassing pictures of friends in stupid poses...AWESOME!!!
WATCH OUT WORLD!!! I GOT A BLOG!!!!

Nono...nothing porno...might include dead people though..guts and brains all over the floor...yumm....

Now to see bout dumping pics and stuff online...

Kiss sane bloggin goodbye..this is gonna be one weird site....
Yes yes, it'll contain the usual ranting and raving about how life sucks and how it's a ball....
i'll complain about army..i'll talk about how i love army, all in all..this site will mostly be about my army life as seeing how i will be getting enlisted in hmm...12 DAYS!!! HOORAY!!!!..but nothing CONFIDENTIAL will EVER EVER EVER be posted....i'm an honorable person...

Again upon the drawbridge....

2004-07-08T16:36:00.000+08:00

Right ok....looks like it's gonna take more then 10 minutes to figure out how this site works...i type and publish, expecting something...but i get....NOTHING!!!!

Let's try that again shall we?

Hmmm.....right.....ok......

2004-07-08T16:30:00.000+08:00

Ok, right....now i've created my blog site....all 5mins ago...now it's time to see how this thing goes...it's probably gonna be some dumb thing that i had nothing else better to do then to post, forget about it until the warning e-mail goes that they are gonna bust me off for not updating or something....
whoop dee doo eh?

Oh my...look at the time..i've been at this for hmm...say 10mins...time to go for a run....