Weeks 3-8: PTP Phase

0530: Reville
0545: Fall In for 5 BX with run and go for breakfast... return to bunk thereafter and do area cleaning...
0730: Fall in for first Parade
0800: First Activity
1130: Lunch
1330: Second Activity
1730: Dinner
1800: Night activity
2230 Lights Out:

For 6 weeks, this was the life PTP batches went through... physically torturing it was.... but we all had to do it... it was damn repetitive... doing the same thing over and over again... and soon i got sick and tired of the shit... Nothing really interesting happened.... the only good thing we looked forward to every weekend was bookout

Safe House

Week 1-2: I Felt Like I was in Jail

First Week consisted of fire drills, learning how to march, foot drills, and of course... introduction to knocking it down... The jail feeling was still there and it remained there for the rest of the week... but that loss of appetite dissapeared. With all the hell PT that was given to us, we were too hungry to think about anything else when it came to meal times... the food just went in regardless of the taste.. the food wasnt too bad in my opinion... it was just the depressing thought that we couldnt book out on the friday of the first week inisde... and saturdays and sundays were also used for training ... which made the 2 weeks seem too long....

After the first weekend, we saw the other companies beside us book out on the friday, and witnessed their book in on the sunday...and there the depressing feel came back again... but it din seem so bad cuz it made the mark that we'd be booking out on the friday... area cleaning was a bitch... no matter how clean u made the area, there would definitley be somewhere u either forgot to clean, or somewhere you wouldn't think of cleaning... and for each mistake 5 pushups were done... mistakes included things like, bedsheets not being pulled properly, shoes not arranged neatley and the list goes on...

Not a single day went by where i could think of all my family and friends outside living their lives... while i was inside there not being able to do what i wanted. and that 2 weeks really passed like 2 months... and when I finally got to bookout, it felt so damn fucking good... we booked out early... around 1150 in the morning... I really must thank our seargent major Ivan Lim for booking the earliest ferry out for us...  and when we first stepped into pasir ris bus interchange and smelled the fresh air for once.. omg... it never felt so good in my life before... and of course... i went to settle the dying urge to press the 16 buttons after i went home and settled everything...

The first bookout made it feel like everything had ended... but it was just the beginning...

Its not what you leave behind... Its what you'll gain in the days ahead...

The First Day

8 September 2011... the fateful day I enlisted... How did I feel ? Like shit... seriously like shit... and i cannot empahsise on this enough. My parents went with me to Pulau Tekong, Basic Military Training Centre for the so called ceremony... even that ferry ride felt like shit... and to make it worse, they played the Every Singaporean Son for everyone onboard the ferry to watch... Wayang luh.

Reached the island, surrendered the Pink IC, issued with the 11B and ezlink card and did the rehearsal to take the oath... the only part of the oath u remember is probably the last 3 words... WITH MY LIFE !!! After saying this it means ur willing to protect the country with ur life yeah ? Lunch with parents afterward... din have any appetite to eat anyway... but come to think of it the food was quite alright... it was really just the mood

Thereafter, collected the duffel bag and fieldpack, checked through the items...took about roughly and hour... but it felt like forever =(  then took them and carried them all the way from the first floor to the fourth... Horrible  thing to do... thank goodness i din have to do it again, and into my bunk... where i saw 15 other people...

Then came the haircut... the cheapest haircut in my life... 2 bux with also the shortest cut hair ever... and after the haircut everyone looked like little kids running around... because we all wore the same clothes and had the same hair and the seargents and officers were the only ones who wore different attire... and on a different note, we looked like prisoners =( espically when we took food for dinner.... we had to queue up, scan our 11B's and take food... sigh... and i had no appetite to eat... for the firs few days...

First Day ended with a teaching of how to do a water parade, with a small introduction on army things and a lecture from seargent major... not a very decent lecture tho haha...

Even thought i have passed out from my BMT in Hawk Company, I still remember what happened inisde... every moment of it.. good and bad... and i will continue in the next post because i really need to sleep right now

Real Men Do Cry

Life from 2011-2012

I dont feel like watching anime or play games right now , so I decided to blog. Yes this blog is damn fucking dusty, and the only thing that has been popping up are the movies that i've watched lateley.

Let me start of first by clearing up 2011. I graduated from my course in NYP. Worked part time at Comfort and hiSoft singapore, and the enlisted into the army on 08 Sept 2011. Yes that day was fateful. I still remember how i felt on the day itself... felt like shit. No appetite to eat at all throughout the whole firs 2-3 days. 17 weeks spent in pulau tekong with my bunk mates....and they made life alot easier for me in there... with them around i was able to clear my 17 weeks... i cant imagine doing it alone.

Then came 2012... 1 week of grad parade rehearsals and then we passed out... from recruits to privates. Yes im still a private now. Had a week of block leave, and on friday,  I recieved this

1. You are posted to HQ 4 SAB.

2. Your vocation is SUP ASST(GE).

3. Your are to report to Kranji Camp, Blk 920, #02-09.

So i was a storeman or so i thought... Kranji Camp is an Armor camp. I was posted to the armor division to be a storeman. But they din require too many storemans, and they converted some of us to clerks... yes so simply put, im a clerk now. Im really shag so im gona stop here... and revive the rest of my memories on BMT here another day... before while they're still fresh on my mind

Underworld: Awakening

Haywire

The Viral Factor

Contraband

Special Forces