Wednesday, June 14, 2006


Roaches
I just saw 2 cockroaches in my kitchen just now. One at my rubbish bin, the other at my cups. I have always been afraid of roaches since young. I bet a lot of people are afraid of them too. There's just something about these insects that inspire fear in us. Maybe it's those hairy legs or those long feelers. Anyway, I've been trying to conquer this fear for some time now. I had attempted to catch them a few times before. I only succeeded once, when I caught one in camp. Therefore, when I saw those 2 roaches just now, I prepared myself to catch them. But as always, I grew a little apprehensive. I began to stare at them and observe them, and grew hesitant. I observed them and admired them. They are perfectly engineered by nature. Their body is slim and can go through small cracks (They often come out through the 5mmgap between my cabinet and the wall). Their long feelers are used for navigation and for smell. They also have two hairs on the end of their body, called cerci, which can detect changes in air pressure. This will alert them to any danger and cause themto run in the opposite direction. And this is a reflex action. It's no wonder it's so hard to catch them. After being mesmerised by them, I got back to task and prepared to strike. I struck out at them with my hand but I am always slower by milliseconds. Those little bastards sprinted out of danger into those tiny cracks which our hands are too big to reach inside. Once again, I have to concede defeat to these little assholes. They are far too quick and clever for me. I just have to hope that I don't see them around.

Saturday, June 10, 2006

Chapter 1 BMT
I looked through my army photos and found that I only have a few photos of my BMT. Even so, I could still vividly remember many moments of my time in Tekong as they left a deep impression on me. I could remember clearly the first day of enlistment, where I went to Pasir Ris interchange with my parents. Ken Ang came to send me off and also to laugh at me. But still, he gave me 2 bars of Snickers. So I want to say thank you to Ken for those Snickers even though I never ate them cos they melted on the way to Tekong. As I took the ferry over to Tekong, I remember my father saying that it looked like a chalet. Well, looks are deceiving. I remembered the poignant moment when I exchanged my IC for my 11B and ID tags. And I remembered taking the oath in the auditorium. The oath of allegiance to go die for Singapore. The saddest moment of the day was when my parents left for the mainland and I was left alone on that bloody island with no idea of what the next 3 months was going to be like. I felt helpless. I was posted into Foxtrot company. If I was enlisted in the afternoon, I would have been in Delta Company. A few hours meant the difference between hell and heaven. At that time, I told myself that it was probably fated that I would have to suffer throughout my NS life. I was pretty spot-on. After my parents left, we were assigned to our platoons and collected our stuff. Marching with our civilian bags and duffel bags was tough and memorable. I was assigned to Platoon 1 and it was a good thing cos I only had to climb one flight of stairs. My first day in Tekong started pretty badly. I recall going down for first parade in my slippers. Luckily, the sergeant wasn't there yet or I would have been in trouble. The days after that were pretty horrible. Not because of the tough training but because of bad platoon mates. I had originally harboured thoughts of going to OCS, but after seeing how people in the platoon fought to go into OCS, i was disgusted and killed off that thought. Anyway, I wouldn't have got in because I performed badly in BMT. I have to concede that. I had to take my SOC 10 times before I passed. A few incidents stand out during my BMT. I don't have the time to list out everyting that happened to me in BMT. One incident was my misfiring incident during field camp. I loaded my blanks into my rifle but was then told by my sgt to put 5 more rounds because there was an excess of blanks. Forgetting that I have already cocked my rifle, I removed my magazine and squeezed the trigger. A loud bang went off. Everyone was stunned and kept shouting "What happened". I myself was shell shocked. My balls were in my mouth. My buddy came over and said that it was a stupid thing to do and he proceeded to show me how it should be done. However, moments later, in another section movement, he himself misfired. Our sergeant told us to report to our platoon sergeant and we duly did so. Our platoon sergeant told us that he would deal with us later. So for the rest of the field camp, my buddy and I were thinking of all the worst things that could happen to us. And our sergeant had to rub it in by saying that we will get charged. He told us that we should take it like a man and just go into DB for a few days. After hearing what he said, many thoughts ran through my mind. Thoughts about my future mainly. Therefore, for the rest of the field camp, I wasn't really concentrating and got a lot of scoldings from the sergeants and my section mates. I was pretty pissed off by some of my section mates. But that is another story. As it was, my misfiring incident came to a happy ending. My platoon sergeant forgot about me and my buddy because apparently there were many others who misfired. They got confinements. I felt guilty at that time. But I didn't need to because I got a weekend guard duty shortly afterwards. My buddy was lucky and escaped the duties. I realised that there is too much that happened in BMT to write it all down now. So I will continue in the next entry.

Wednesday, June 07, 2006


Better Man
I orded on Monday last week. I collected my IC with mixed feelings. On one hand, I was glad that I am no longer a soldier but on the other hand, I felt a tinge of sadness at leaving a place I've stayed for 2 years. After all, the School of Military Medicine was the place i spent the better part of my 2 years there. It was literally my second home. I spent more time in there than at my own home. I've suffered endless times in there and also enjoyed myself in there. I've sweated and cursed during deployments and extrications and mopp-cs. But I've also enjoyed playing PS2 until 3 am in the morning, playing free pool in the spec mess, playing soccer at night, going to the zhichar stall outside camp for supper, booking in late after watching late night movies, talking cock in bunk and of course, touching doraemon's head. MRF has been a hell of a ride. Looking back, i couldn't imagine how i could survive the journey without the company of all my platoon mates. I would like to thank all my platoon mates for making staying in bearable. MRF has made us from boys to men to brothers. We are a family. But of course, Encik isn't our father anymore. He never was, anyway.