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A case of an overprotective girlfriend living in her dream world

Saw this on tomorrow.sg, thought would like to share it:

We were chatting on the phone last night when I asked him about trainings in camps. I asked if there’s any events like, normal people like us can enter the camps and view the trainings. He said yes. But all the trainings we see are all fake. Means the men inside rehearse for that day luh.

Fuck you Mindef.

I asked why are all the camps located in ulu places like Lim Chu Kang or deserted areas in Yishun? Answer is, because the government doesn’t want us to observe the trainings cause’ they are HELL. Not as simple as we all watch from TV or movies.

Fuck you Mindef twice.

Imagine all the boys enter NS and are ordered around, getting scolded even though they are at their best, eat shit food even though there’s a canteen and there are chefs who cook for them, wearing long sleeves and thick uniforms in the jungle with stupid green crayon makeups all smeared on their poor faces.

Imagine they are going to get hungry when they are on a mission in the jungle and what is left for them are worms on the ground for them to ease their hunger. Imagine they are going to get heatstroke from those thick clothes they are wearing. Imagine them being mistaken for being in pain due to carrying those heavy stuffs which are made of bullets and bombs.

Imagine my baby doing all these!! I’m so heartpain can? These are torture. And not making boys turn into men.

Fuck you Mindef thrice.

The higher ranks will be looking down on the younger ones and scream at them while spitting their smelly saliva on them. Yuck! I don’t want my baby to suffer this kinda bullshit again.

But he can’t be exempted. Why? CAUSE’ BLOODY HELL HE’S LIVING IN A ARMIED COUNTRY CALLED SINGAPORE, AND THEY CLAIMED THEIR SAFETY IS NO. 1.

About the safety part, I can’t deny cause’ if there’s no security, Fucker Mas Selamat might be putting bombs around the place and maybe my house. But only when he reads this.

Anyway, it’s true what! He’s a damn ol’ fucker. If I were him, and I were to run away from the detention centre, I would have kill myself and not to die in other people’s hands.

Baby’s stupid call back is about this damn fucker. If it’s not about this fucker, then it will be other missions for him like sending him to IRAQ. I heard from him lar. He might be crapping around with me. But some things are better to believe 55% of them. I’m scared. Really scared. :(

Boo boo boo boo Mindef.

Why ask those boys who ORDed? Why not recruit those who are going in, or still in there? Why wanna harm those who are already done with this NS shit?

What if baby gets hungry in the middle of the night? He always gets hungry. What if he gets cold in the jungle? He’s afraid of cold. What if baby wanna poo poo? There’s no toilet bowl with nice toilet papers for him. What if baby couldn’t get enough sleep? He will be snapping people’s heads off. What if baby can’t wake up in the morning? :(

Oh yes he’s gonna get screwed for be unable to wake up. :( Then I’ll be so sad. I won’t be there to wake him up by kicking him off the bed.

OH YES! I doubt there will be any beds for him to sleep on either!! :(((

Fuck you 4 times Mindef.

I thought you’re so rich? Get beds for our NS men lar! Why waste so much money on bombs, fighting war trucks and stupid army lorries? Health is the most important for a healthy and fit man! I thought you want healthy and fit men? Then get good beds for their poor backbones and let them sleep well, eat well and shit well.

Allow them to masturbate in the toilets. Why does maturbation become a crime? I ask, the head of Mindef, don’t you masturbate too?

Fuck you Mindef 5 times.

http://lascivious-salacity.blogspot.com/search/label/IMU.

What strikes me most is masturbation. This girlfriend actually felt unjust for his boyfriend and fuck Mindef for not letting his boyfriend masturbate in camp???

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The NS Song

No comment on this. Just for sharing and entertainment.

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The end of time

I remember distinctively that I equate National Service to the stoppage of an individual’s time, where he cease to live his own life but let the country seize his. Only during weekend book outs do time flow again and the word freedom comes into mind again.

In a few hours I’ll be reporting in at Jurong Camp, as a Plant Engineer for 30th SCE, the siong-est SCE around.

The black puma cap which Si Hui bought for me which I wear around all the time will be replaced by an ugly free gift from SAF.

I’ll have to do as much pumping as the amount of potato chips and twisties I ate as a civilian.

Computer will soon be a rarity.

I’ll miss playing around with my new Nikon P5000.

My vocation is FD ENGR PNR - PLANT, which I hope means Plant Engineer, which is a relatively slacker vocation compared to those with just FD ENGR PNR. From my research Plant Engineers operate heavy machines or drive those heavy vehicles, like cranes, trucks, bulldozers, etc. If I am really a plant engineer, and if I can’t find a job in the infocomn industry next time, maybe I’ll just and drive the bulldozer in a construction site, or operate the crane. I heard it pays relatively well.

In the past 2 days I was very touched by 3 of my loved ones: my dad, mum and gf.

My girlfriend came to my house and accompanied me for a whole day both yesterday and today. We shared tears together.

My mum paid for and gave me the Nikon P5000 camera (at first she say I’ll have to pay her interest at $50 per month, but in the end she say she is giving it to me just like that). $540 is alot in my household, and I am touched that she was willingly to give that amount to me to acquire a camera. Regardless, I’ll try my best to save up and pay her back, although with the meager NS allowance it will take a long time. Donations are still welcome btw :)

My dad offered to take half day off tml, and use his $20 coupon to allow him to drive his red number plate car to fetch me to the camp.

In an environment filled with love, my affair with suicidal thoughts has become nothing but a dreamy one night stand.

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My NS Posting

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I am a combat engineer. Die liao. It is a fucking siong vocation, from what I heard.

I did a search for 30SCE, and all I got was more bad news.

Damn, am I in for a great time!

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POP!


Beautiful view from Tekong (1)


Beautiful view from Tekong (2)


Bronco Parade


Can you spot me?


There!


Put on that nike cap for me, dad!


With mum!


MUM!


Pals and foes


POP lor!

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The Grenade Experience

I hands shook as I picked up the green blob from the table. Inside the 300gram blob lies 2200 tiny whiny ball bearings, ready to fly and give anyone a hell lot of pain and agony if anyone is stupid enough to be within its effective range when the ball bearings seek flight.

My palms were sweating so much that a few drips coloured the concrete ground. I was distinctly reminded of dogs hanging their tongues out to sweat, and both my hands looked like dog’s tongues then. Carefully, with ridiculous gentleness that could make nurses weep, I guided the little green blob into the pouch on my Load Bearing Vest.

With 3 others behind me, I walked towards the waiting point. I felt very uneasy, with pictures and images of explosions running through my mind. Will I die? I don’t want to, breakfast in the morning wasn’t exactly what anyone want for a last meal. If I were to die I would want to die somewhere closer to home, with a nice plate of fried carrot cake or roti prata in my stomach, and my girlfriend’s hand in mine.

Looking at the facial expressions of those around me, I could tell that they had similar thoughts as me. My thoughts wandered on and on, probably to the furthest point in the universe. When my thoughts came back to me, it was time. Time to awaken the little green blob.

I entered the bay after reciting a series of chant that just floated out of my mouth unconsciously. My Encik, a short handsome man who commands utmost respect from me, summoned me into the bay. My heart did push-ups as I took the small flight of stairs up into the bay. I got into my position.

And before I know it, the whole thing is over. The process of throwing the little blob was short and slipped away from my memory the way the content of a dream slip away the moment a person wake up.

I stepped down from the bay. Birds are chirping happily. The clouds are blue. A huge burden had been lifted from me and I felt lighter.

I began wondering what I’ll be having for lunch.

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Water Parade

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Time

Time was a curious object. While it already exists before man exists, man are the one who perceive them as being what it is and in effect brought time into existence.

We view time as the passing of moments. I have often being puzzled by the fact that every single moment in my life is considered “now” in one moment and exist only as part of my memory in the next. I distinctly remember myself typing that previous fullstop, and now I’m going to type another one. Opps. And another. Time files.

While everyone has time, everyone experiences time differently. It is a well known fact that mental and physical activity that one is undergoing affects the perception of passing of time.

As for me, time begins on Saturday when I book out, and stood frozen when I stepped into Tekong Ferry Terminal on Sunday. And I have to put up with this pathetic perception of time for 1 year and 10 months more.

I long for the time to come when time no longer has any gaps in between.

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Weikiat is busy.

Weikiat has been very busy these 2 days since his book-in after his super short weekend. He has lotsa trainings and gunning, and he has little time to even sms me. It was his IMT (I think) trial today, and training yesterday. He said he was quite lousy yesterday as his left hand is not strong enough to hold the rifle(I think) properly. But he thinks he passed his trial this morning ba…

Then I think there was some SOC this afternoon, despite heat wave and thunder (or whatever they call it) warnings.

Poor weikiat again. There wasn’t enough admin time for him yesterday. He nearly had no time to bathe. But luckily I forced him to go. Haha… And his business is not done yet. There was no time for him to do his business (earn money.. LOL).

Jia You ba, my dear. You can do it! :)

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There’s nothing much for me to post.

He is having his 3-day Situational Test this week. Hence, no smses from him again. Please ask him to blog more when he is free. I know we miss his blog posts. :) Me too.

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