Signing on.

Never in a million years would I have imagined myself signing on to SAF, but look at where I'm heading to now.

Whatever happens today, creates tomorrow. Predicting future is futile, if you don't take action today.

Four months ago, I told myself that I will NEVER become a regular, because I hated army that much. But as time passed me by, I realized that this is something I had to do for myself. Signing on wasn't my first choice, I don't think it's anyone's first choice. But after much discussion and self-evaluation on my life, this was the route I had decided to take. 

4 years, damn. I don't know if this is the right choice, but there's no turning back now. 

Okay, guess I have to tell you what are the stuffs that hooked me into this. 

Pros: Get to travel, a little above average income, stable job, gaining experience, has future prospects, not a tough job.

Cons: All of the above might be lies. 

It's my career now, an Airforce Engineer. Nobody in my family has signed on to the SAF before. I will be the first one. At last, something I do is out of the ordinary. Something that will stand out and make me become less of a useless being. The future generations will come to question me about my time as a Regular in the army, and I will have stories to tell. Hopefully, I would have saved enough in this four years and venture out on my own in the future. Maybe this will bring a change to my life, a major one I hope. Nobody expected me to do something like this, me neither. Maybe that's what all of us need, a change. 

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Man Yong, Ming Han, and our ex Platoon Sergeant Khairi. Oh right, Ming Han is the dude I had the four hour chat with.

Two images from a new celebrity crush, Nikolina Konstantinova Dobreva, or Nina Dobrev for short. 

Isn't she perfect?

Oh right, the quotes.

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Time flies man. Hopefully the four years will be pass me by in a blink of an eye as well.

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The trained...... SOLDIERS.

3rd Sergeant Afiq, Recruit Pow Eamon, 3rd Sergeant Ryan, 3rd Sergeant ENRIQUE.

The long overdue parade is finally done and over with. The jockey caps, some floating along the river, but mostly back with their owners. 17 weeks is over.

Transforming from this:

To this.

The journey from becoming a civilian, to a trained soldier, took 17 weeks. 17 long, hellish weeks. What's worse was that we were in NINJA coy(company in short). 

Before I enlisted, I knew nothing about Tekong. I knew nothing about Ninja, Kestrel, or what so ever. I just knew that it was an island far away from home. I wanted to give up so many times, because it was that grueling, for me at least. Ninja's standard was, as they say, "up there". I was never proud to be a Ninja, because I hated it there. But my views and perspective changed when my time was nearing as a Ninja recruit. 

A medal for coming in second for frisbee on games' day. And the small cookie is for getting a Silver for IPPT.

The honor was mine when we were given the games' day shirt.

Best damn shirt in BMTC.

I felt the chill, the need to do well for Ninja. And when we cheered, together as a company, everything changed. I was suddenly proud to be a Ninja recruit. We represented one of, if not, the top company in BMTC, we were indeed, "up there". 

I did myself proud, I maintained my silver for my IPPT, and got myself a medal to bring home. A proof, if you will, to show that my time inside Tekong wasn't wasted. But I somehow got myself injured during the last week in Tekong. I went to the medical center, and I was deemed unfit for the 24KM route march, and the Graduation Parade. I thought, "That's it, game over". 17 weeks have just gone to waste in one trip to the medical center. I talked every commanders. I spoke to my Platoon commander, my Platoon sergeants, my Company's officer in command, my Company's sergeant major, I asked to see the school's Company Officer. But to no avail. I gave up, I had to. But I did get to throw my jockey cap when I booked out with 18 others on Friday morning, while the main body of the company prepared for their 24km route march. 

This journey has been one hell of a ride. Ups and downs came day in, day out. First, I got bald for the first time. Then, I got myself my first girlfriend. Then I did my max repetition for pullups, 19, and got my first silver for IPPT. I made friends, and enemies. Almost got in fights, and ate food that was not meant to be eaten. I went through rain and shine, in the jungle, and in the camp. I shed blood, sweat and tears, and got my heart broken when I lost my first girlfriend. Shot live rounds, threw a grenade, dug my own grave, pooped in the wild, went 6 days without brushing my teeth and showering, and learnt more stuffs than I ever did in school. 

The two jokers in my bunk. Recruit Ong Jia Sheng, and Recruit Zulfaiz

Recruit Tay Yong Sheng. Finally got to take a photo with this bugger. REGULAR LO!

2nd Lieutenant Daryl. My Platoon's commander. Can you believe he's only 20?

Recruit Ong. Buddies for 17 weeks, can't believe time flew past so quickly. An honor to be his buddy.

Recruit Man Yong and Recruit Jing Yuan at the bottom. Crazy ass bunkmates I will never forget.

Never thought I will ever say this, but damn am I going to miss all of them. The tekan sessions, a.k.a punishments, the marching sessions, meals at the cook house, creeping around doing restricted stuffs like buying drinks, making fools out of ourselves, and of course the field camp. I'm so going to miss, sleeping on the upper bunk of the bed on the second floor, the sea breeze, the ultimate pitch black sky filled with stars and a big bright moon, the scorching hot sun shining down on us mercilessly as training carries on, the taunts each company does to each other, and all of the songs we echo daily without fail. 

For now, I will take my long awaited week long break, and hope for the best. 

Tough days don't last, tough men do.

Duty, Honor, Country, Ninja Company.

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Four hour chat.

Had guard duties on Thursday night all the way to Friday morning, so there was plenty of time to talk to my buddy. He's one of my bunk mates, but we never really sat down and talked before.

We talked about lots of stuffs, ranging from money to girls, to life in general. But one thing we talked about is etched in my mind. What do I really wanna be when I grow up?

You see, a lot of people work for the sake of money. They study in a field they're not really interested in, and they get a slightly above average income when they finally get a job after graduating. So you drag your ass down to work every day, knowing that nothing you do at work is ever going to give you a great sense of satisfaction. The money is there, but do you really have time to spend them to do something you like? So it's money vs passion. 

Coincidentally, for the both of us, we wanna grow up to be journalists, or at something close to that field. He wanna travel the world, taking photographs of everything, kinda like being the eye for the world. He wanna experience, first hand, everything that's happening around the world. While I wanna grow up to be the voice of the world. I want to let every one know what's happening around the world, and let them know of what my views are on those events. It's okay if we're not paid a lot, because that's our passion. Furthermore, if we were to head overseas for our studies, we might get more opportunities for something else anyways. Like what we agreed on "Opportunities are everywhere, it just depend on whether or not you're there to find it.". 


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He's one of my friends from secondary school. We always knew he had potential, but we never knew he would make it this far. Faris Ramli, we're all very proud of you. Do Singapore proud, everyone's rooting for you.

Read more at: http://www.goal.com/en-sg/news/3880/singapore/2012/08/15/3308537/faris-ramli-heads-to-barcelona

6 more weeks and I'm out of the island I'm currently training in. Really can't wait for it to be over. I'm so tired from all the training. I need a real break. 

What ifs.

Holiday insomnia strikes again. Posting at 4 in the morning can never be good.

Life's flashing by, literally. Ten days have passed since my graduation ceremony, and only seven days to go before I go bald. Kinda looking forward to days in the army, because I'll be able to train my physique.

Okay, back to the main topic of this post.
What ifs.


What if everything in the past worked out, where would I be now? What if I never met her, would my life be any different? What if I had died in one of the many accidents that had happened in the past weeks instead of the victims, would the worlds of many people change?


I was born a weak baby, and have ever since been a weak person. Therefore, death has always been on my mind. I'm always thinking of what would/could kill me, and when it would occur. And since my army days are nearing, and deaths occurrence has been really recent in the army, I'm afraid I might be the next casualty.


What if I really do die from training?
This blog will forever be dead, and as will I. Many people will be grieving, hopefully. People might rejoice, because training in the camp might be put on hold due to it. My room will be vacant for the next few months. My dog will no longer be able to take a whiff of my hands. The house will be quieter. My friends can say that they have lost a friend due to an accident. I might finally find out if there's life after death.

It's a really weird post, but these are thoughts that runs through my mind constantly throughout my existence.
CLICK . < This is a tumblr post that made me shed tear. Here's a little peek of the post.

"You're dead, you're gone. There is no going back, everything is over. You don't have to live in pain anymore, but everyone else will. What are your parents going to think? What about your little brother, or little sister? What are they going to do? You're gone, you're dead. There's no going back."

I'm writing this post for fun, not a serious 'will' or any post death instructions to people whom might be related. 

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