On botaks and the botak life

Is what I’m facing everyday now. 14th mono has begun, and the PTP recruits are in. I’m quite surprised by the quality of recruits that we’ve gotten though. Most of my platoon are poly dropouts, which is far from the stereotypical expectation that mono intake recruits are O level and below.

It’s been really fun thus far, as the recruits have just completed their confinement/adjustment face. We’ve been holding back the punishments as a form of grace to let them adapt slowly to military life. They’ve been quite cooperative and surprisingly motivated this far though, and I don’t care what the other commanders think but I’m very impressed and happy with their performance.

Speaking of motivation, I’ve been thinking about what drives this particular brand of recruits. They know that chances of them going to command school and subsequently holding a command position is close to zero, and for me at least going to command school and becoming a commander was one thing I really looked forward to when I enlisted. Therefore, in everything I did, I had that hope and goal to look forward to and would always do my best.

These mono intake recruits, though, what do they have? Especially since their education level is not really that bad, considering that I myself was a poly dropout and now hold a private diploma, some of them really feel that it is downright unfair that I was given the opportunity to attend SiSPEC but yet they have to be stuck here at 2SIR as men. How on earth then can we blame them for not being motivated? For not possessing the drive and will to excel that we see in all recruits in BMTC who are working hard so that they may go to command school? How can we treat them like how our BMT commanders treated us, knowing full well that we would endure everything they could throw at us simply because we wanted to last through all the training and finally make it as a commander one day?

So what do they have? They have one another, their platoon mates who would last through the 2 years with them, through thick and thin, through forests and rivers and God knows what else is in store for them. And they have us. It’s a really challenging task to be able to lead an initially unwilling section so that they would wholeheartedly fight for me and with me together should the need ever arise. And it is exactly because of this that I don’t believe in treating them like dogs, punishing them for every single nitty gritty mistake, making them run all over the shop, yelling at them and being downright sarcastic with them, just because we can. Ultimately, my aim as a commander is for my section to be able to look up to me as an elder brother, someone they can trust and believe in, and not a harbinger of fear and punishment, whom they serve because they dread the wrath that I would bring to bear. I therefore also despise all who abuse their authority, and I hope they reap the fruits of their heartlessness.

On this vision that I have for myself, I have been as nice to my section as I can, treating them as if they were my brothers and doing my best to motivate them without invoking or instilling fear. My plan so far has been working out, but yet my fellow commanders are telling me I am too soft, and that my section is a problem section. But who are they to tell me that? They don’t know them as I do. They claim my section does not care for regimentation and would march anyhow they want. Yet they do not see the effort that my section put in trying to correct their psychomotor behavior or incorrect postures behind closed doors. They do not see my section working out at the chinup bars regularly everyday after last parade in a bid to pass their IPPT. So who’re the better men? These recruits who have nothing as substantial as what we had to look forward for in NS but yet are still so motivated, or these so called commanders who pick on and judge recruits as though they themselves are faultless?

Self-righteous pricks, that’s what I would call them. And much deserved applause for these recruits.

Long long walk

I’M BACK AND I’M A PROUD FINISHER OF EX. LONGWALK. WOOT

Legs and back aching now though. Still, the tights and double socks worked wonders. I’ve got no lasting abrasions/blisters/whatsoever. 4 more weeks to 3SG and jungle hat!

Baby’s not feeling well. Sucks cos she can’t come out for cell group and all. Gonna visit her tomorrow and buy her porridge (no, no steak). And bring like 40 litres of water cos she just refuses to drink water.

HOW CAN. SICK STILL DON’T DRINK WATER.

Tsk.

Looks like I’m gonna practise conducting water parades with her tomorrow. Heh.

Non Existentialism

You know why my blog title is as thus? It is because I don’t really exist right at this moment. Why do I say that? It is because I am not the one typing on my laptop now, posting this blog. Ah, it may seem like a mystery, but you see, life IS a mystery. Thus, if you are able to dissect life, you will be able to dissect the mystery. So the question is, what IS the mystery?

Tanyaw forgot to blog (again) so Kathy Leong is blogging for him lah,

The calm before the storm

Or, more accurately, the weekend before RCC starts. Sheeeeer apprehension I tell you. Heard the instructors there are out for blood. And the torment of fast marching again. And the condition of my legs is nowhere near what it was before I enlisted. So. It’ll be an interesting 2 months ahead it seems. Alot of pain and yet the anticipation of the eventual and long-awaited promotion and donning of the brand-new (and hideous) jungle hat.

It happens to be the weekend before the queen’s birthday too! Kinda sucks that my course starts on her birthday so we can’t celebrate it together. Anyway, we’re gonna celebrate it on sunday and I’ve yet to come up with a plan. Die flat. No need iron. Even if I have a plan I won’t tell her. Heh.

What should I do during my last weekend before all hell breaks loose? Just be a sitting duck I suppose. I’m the one who signed up for this anyway.

An insurgence

Just barely last week, army life consisted of peaceful afternoon naps, frequent nights outs to swim/chill/whatever, a bit of sai kang and PT here and there, but mostly we were left alone.

AND THEN THE ASLC GRADUATES ARRIVED.

HWAH.

Ever since they came, we’ve been embroiled in the Unit Induction Programme and we’ve had to put up with these fresh grads’ still-in-training-school attitude. The sheer wayang-ness and hypocrisy is horrible. Unit life was so down to earth and real and all and now the familiar rubbish is back.

Sigh.

Oh well. RCC is starting really soon. I’ll have to go down to beach road next week already to stock up for the course. Scary. I still have no idea why I signed up for this. I’ve been hearing more and more stories of how arduous it is.

Anyway. I’ve yet to watch NATM2 with baby. Seems like forever seems we’ve caught a movie (not counting Be Kind, Rewind. That was like. On the laptop and we didn’t even finish it.) Hope I can catch it tomorrow or else next week the schedule is gonna be pretty much packed. No idea if there’ll even be nights out. Fast marches 3 times in a week and all.

Well at least the bunk cohesion is all falling into place, save for the select few whom have been fatefully segregated from us since the jeep course. The remaining 8 of us have been swimming alot and are getting along pretty well. I hope.

Obligation

This post is dedicated to the cutest queen, to whom without this post would never have been written. Nor the previous one.

Kidding la baby. Chill chill.

Anyway. Months of lobo-ing is about to come to an end. RCC starts barely a month from now, and in the meantime we’ve been promised some hardcore training to make sure we’re conditioned enough to handle what RCC can throw at us. Heard some rumours already of a route march or fast march next week and some swimming.

Can la. No kick. I hope.

THE CUTEST QUEEN OWES ME LOADS OF PICTURES AND SHE REFUSES TO LISTEN TO THE SONGS THAT I SEND HER.

Well anyway, my Arty/ASLC friends have all POP-ed and are all 3SGs now. I’ve got 3 months to go. WHYYYYYYYYYYYY. I hope to be 2SG though. We’re engaging in a fierce game of survival back at 2SIR. Hope I emerge victorious.

oh-eh-oh-eh-oh-eh-oh-eh-ah (survivor theme song..)

On and off

So much time has passed since I last blogged. Well.
I’M ON BATTALION OFF TILL MONDAY NEXT WEEK! That’s like, a total of 15 days of off in 3 weeks. Wow. I never expected army to be like this. Pretty surreal don’t you think.
Watching the current mono intake ORD got me thinking for awhile. I’m so used to army right now that my identity is pretty much full-time soldier and part-time civilian, though I’m pretty much in lobo right now. Things would be in hardcore motion by June though. What with RCC and all.

Anyway. I’m pretty sure baby’s happier now than back when i was in BMT when I got to spend only so little time with her. Now I’m getting so many nights that it’s not even funny.

Warwick Avenue – Duffy
Owns. Probably gonna record it with baby tomorrow. And then probably going to sentosa with her on thursday! And friday maybe like. Watch a movie or whatnot. And anniversary on saturday! But would only have time for dinner and all i guess after cell group. Still. I’m gonna miss the kind of time I’m getting to spend with her now when I start my course in June. My course starts on her birthday what the heck.

Note of the day: Consult the queen always before making any big decisions.

Dear baby

Remember I asked for your permission to blog for you? I figured that since you don’t blog anymore, and since I seem to have an atlas’ worth of things to say, might as well update your blog!

I took the liberty to change your blog theme too, heh.

It is so difficult to type in the dark using this computer keyboard. Amusing.

Thank you for being there for me despite all the crazy things I have done. I made you backslide, but you still held on to me. I used to wonder why. Now I do. I thank God every single day for you.

Who would persevere on for two good years to try to change someone unrelated for the better? I have just ( I mean like NOW just) realized the amount of <3 love you have for me is totally bigger than this universe!

:D

Happy 844 days together! :D :D:D:D:D:D:D <3

Yours truly,
Your Queen (:

Weekend.

I’m impossibly sleepy but I have to stay up to wait for my mom to get back home cos she doesn’t have a key and my dad and bro are asleep. Gah.

And I’m still diarrheating. Have gone for another 3 rounds since I got home. Ridiculous. Gonna eat Po Chai Pills again. Works like a charm.

Weekends are so precious yet when I book out I feel like just doing nothing but relax. It’s like. Army is making me lazier when I get home. Ironic. I don’t even feel like making my bed, though when I’m in camp I have to make sure my bed is always in tip-top condition.

And ironically, my skin is getting better, save for the bump on my lower left eyelid, which is morphing into a huge pus-filled pimplish thing. Very tempted to burst it but nooo. I’m a soldier and soldiers are disciplined. No pimple bursting for me. Don’t wanna have scars. Ha.

Can’t wait for POP. And then I’ll have no idea what’s next. SISPEC? OCS? 

 

YESSSS MOM CAME BACK. CAN SLEEP SOON.

Enlistment

is tomorrow.

And I’m down on my luck. Lost my wallet yesterday (WITH FREAKING IC INSIDE), and the taxi I was in today got kissed in the behind by a lorry. The impact left my back hurting for like 2 hours.

Let’s hope the streak doesn’t extend beyond today.

See you in 2 weeks.