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Anyway, I can't really believe i went a whole year without writing anything in this thing, although it seems the trend for all this blogging is overrated anyway ( heck i only read food blogs ). Anyway, so, 2008 is gone.
That was... one heck of a year.
In my near two decades of life ( dont i sound all old now? ) i have yet to encounter a year that has been so confusing. Really. I'm gonna go all cliche and say that it changed my life k?
This year changed my life.
Ya, so lets start. One year into serving the great and glorious motherland of Singapore (boo conscription) and what have i learned? Lets list them out shall we in a nice organized manner.
1: There are ALOT of SERIOUSLY screwed up people in this world. (and this is gonna relate a huge amount to NS)
Lets elaborate: When i was still a wee young lad in school, i knew there were fucked up people in the world. Just watch the news, whatever it might be around the world from murders to wars, suicidies, rapist and what not. The thing is, i just didnt expect it too meet them, and being the brash teenager that i am, i thought, "oh well, if i meet them im sure i can change them". Yeah...
Funny, i think the people i met, if they ever read this im gonna get killed. Anyway, so Bee Am Tee. If you haven't figured it out, basic military training (bmt). I think i covered it a bit in my last entry. Wow, those 15 weeks really went by fast. The shell scrapes dug, the kilometers walked for the damn route marches, the amount of push ups we had to do, all those cook house meals. BMT really was an expereinced, met some good people, met some fucked up people. I still remember that first night i got into our section, pissing myself scared shitless of what was gonna happen.
The first time we had showers (without any ass coverage mind you, ho ho, visual!) The awful, awful cook house food (which i now realise isnt all that bad, so you new recuits, shut up and eat up).First 5BX in the morning, first route march (damn blisters).
Ok seriously, i am having so much trouble right now putting my words down. So iits gonna get a bit freestyle and messy in the writing.
RIGHT. BMT, so yes bascially it was just 15 weeks of what i thought would be the shittiest time in my life. For many days it really felt like that. After new years (urgh) i remember booking back in that night. For about 3 weeks, i just couldnt get over it that i was still there in what felt like a hell hole. The many experinces again i can still vageuly remeber a few. the characters, oh Maung, what a lol. Haresh, always good fun, ZP and cornballz of course, chaaaaaandra also, monkey, all the OOTs, and whatever else. I remember the time i was made platoon IC (god the stress...)
Field camp of course, that was sorta fun. I loved the FIBUA (urban warfare basically), i remember taking like 10 hours too dig my first shall scrape which is now easy peasy (i can do it flat in 30 mins if i say so myself) and lt whats-his-name i already forgot shouting at me for taking so long. Remember how in one of the group firing course, my blank for some reason lodged itself all the way at the back of my rifle... Oh and lets not forget, combat rations! Seriously, not as bad as i thought it was made out too be.
Moving on, Grenade! Oh my god, one of the most vivid memories in my mind, throwing that little peice of explosive and how scared shitless we were when the first live one went off like 400 m off and the sound it made. Of course everyone from G coy would remeber our dear buddy, (forgot whwats his name) and the little mishap with the grenade which nearly killed him and good thing for lt kiew fai too be there to save his ass, so hats off to you, nice medal. Ahhh... what else. Oh, what i loved about BMT would be some of the runs i had at night for excercise and looking up at that gorgeous starry night sky. Seriously one of the best things too have on Tekong.
Lets go back to route marches, man that BMT load was eaaaaasy. And you know, i sometimes had a bit of fun with the route marching, it was good. Its like, lets go for a stroll. Of course 24km was a bitch and a half but you know... ahh ha, all those infantry songs we would sing, i love it and secretly kinda miss singing them. \
Purple light
in the valley
that is where
i wanna be
infantry
best companion
WITH MY RIFLE AND MY BUDDY AND MEEEEE
Booking out
saw my girlfriend
saw her with
another man
killed that man!
took my girl friend
WITH MY RIFLE AND MY BUDDY AND MEEEEE
ORD
back to sutdy
fail degree
so angry
have no choice
sign on army
WITH MY RIFLE AND MY BUDDY AND MEEEEE
Ahh, i love that last bit. Anyway, obviously there are a ton of variations out there and a plathoera of other songs.
Sounds lame, sounds cliche, but the way BMT finished for me was a revelation that there really is so much there. I was proud too have done my 24km, proud that i came out alive (cause if i didnt, oh boy do they have alot of explaing to do). Of course it wasnt all laa dee dad lovely and all, many many shit times, the confinements, the screwed up people (did i mention that already? oh well) The copious amounts of sweating, the bitching and fighting between one another, and so many other things i cant remember anymore.
When we finally passed out, i think everyone was quite relief too have done so, i mean, its gonna get better right?
Yeah, sure.
Two days after (march something..) i get my posting letter. You are being posted to 1 SIR (er....) as combat vocation: Rifleman (Fuck).
So woke up the following monday, and went into what i would like to call Mandai Hell (Hill) Camp, 6 Division HQ and home to the 1 SIR Leopards.
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