the mark of the next chapter

National Service.
what every man went through in a certain part of their life in Singapore. Some feels that its a learning trip, an experience never to forget in the days to come and many other positive thoughts. Some feels that its a waste of time, a place of hardship and cage of freedom, and many other negative thoughts.
2 years back, i enlisted into 2nd Singapore Infantry Regiment. it torn me apart, the lost of freedom, the lost of the power to control your life, regimentation and many other things in national service which made me very very unmotivated to serve. due to injuries, i got out of course during my basic military training ( the hell of the enlistees ) 2 months, i was treated as the lowest life form in the camp where people are resting and you are doing shit jobs ( sai kang ) they torture you mentally, confinements, stopping you from smoking, giving you a lot of things to do. eventually falling into a minor depression state due to in-camp and out-camp negative things happening. it was fun only because of the friends in there, the playful moments and stuff like that.

after 2 months i got posted out as a storeman, supply assistant in a more "wayang" term. in my mind i thought " storeman, GREAT, must be slack " . as the driver send me to Be**k Camp i was very happy because i stay near to the camp. i saw GUARDS from outside of the camp and it blew my positive mental state apart. 1st battallion singapore guards was where i served the rest of the time in army. i was posted to HQ to work as a storeman. life wasn't that great after all, the officers giving you problems, the old storemens giving you problems. i had to last for more than a month there grinding my teeth and putting my head low when i serve my time there. the people wasn't very nice. you meet people who are fucked up, which i wouldn't like to elaborate much due to restrictions. nvm. i was then posted to "c" company. new to the environment, but adapted quickly due to the less restrictive regimentation there. i had to work, work, work, work, and work my ass off. i thought to myself " storeman where got relax ???" when we work, others don't see it. so we don't get any recognition usually. and we earn so much lesser than the fighting soldiers. what to do ? suck thumb. yes, we slack alot. thats because we work alot too! come on, to think about it, a 2 storeman and 1 cq working environment, supporting the whole company. imagine we go on mc, all three of us. think about the food the stores the sai kangs, whose gonna do it? grinding my teeths again, putting in alot of hardwork to maintain the smooth flow of logistics in the company. it wasn't easy seriously. luckily i met friends like the other storeman zeph and cq makmur. all work done was always full of complains, but still it has to be done. and who says storemens don't hold a gun. i shot range for both years in the army. come on, we can shoot too! makmur's gone, here comes peter. the new cq, of course we had fun and hard times together too.

All the shit goes on and on, outfields ( i can't even remember how many i went ), packing of ration, i guess i packed enough food for half a singapore, stores!!! nightmare. the amount of store i carry here and there, up and down the tonner. thats shit.

Eventually i had to go back to my bmt. at tek**g this time, to pass out as a soldier who went through the basic military standards. posted to "d" coy, warrant company. it was quite a hard time, why? because of the regimentation and dicipline instilled once again in life. but i met lots of fun people there like my very interesting bed buddy. ( pi pom pom pi pom pom ) holding arms almost everyday, doing things soldiers should do. went through outfield and other stuffs thats a must. finally P O C, returning to my unit.

Welcome back to 1 guards, ord mood already. i really wanted to slack my way till i ORD. but, i had to support the company in stores again due to the lack of manpower. and slowly slowly slowly as times pass by, nows a thurdays, tomorrow's a friday which is much much much more better than any other fridays ( even good friday ) tomorrow is my ORD day. the end of National Service and the mark of the next chapter in my life.

I have learnt alot serving the army. Experience a lot. Fun, hardwork and lessons in life. met a lot of people. very nice people, very blur people, very lame people and lastly fucked up people. i won't say its a waste of 2 years in my life. i will treat it positively and say its a very experiencing time in my life that i would really remember for the rest of my life.

tomorrow is the day, last but not least...
ORD LOHHHHHHHHH! =)