YOU GO ME GOING, WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, ouch.

Its has been a month since my last update on my, er,  well-being?

Hah. 

Anyway , WHAT HAVE I BEEN UP TO?

Well, I was posted to AFTC. Air Force Training Command.
Its basically a school and I'm tasked to learn about aircraft maintenance for the next 5 months or so.

Life has been pretty good. Slightly better than my infantry friends.

Regimentation is still a big challenge though.

Admit it, because maintaining discipline is already challenging enough in your civilian life.

Maintaining self-discipline is equally tough, or tougher in some aspects.

Let me being with waking up in the morning.

Unlike polytechnics, or private sector, reporting time is flexible with an allowance to be slightly late.

For my case you can be late for as long as you wish or even skip lectures. (I'm always late with 10 mins left for the lecture for a particular module.)

As for work, my highest record was late by 30 mins, because of weather and transport. 

I'm poor discipline

OMG I LOVE T-ARA.  Side-track on purpose to ease your eyes from words.

When you step into military life, you aren't even supposed to be.

Or shit happens. You know what I mean.

I can't be going, "argh, another 5 mins before I wash my face".

That 5 mins translates to missing a train.

When you miss a train, you end up reaching the interchange 5 mins late.

Which in turn means you'll miss the bus, that comes every 10-15 mins.

When you board the bus, you are already, 20 mins late.

Plus minus the traffic conditions, you are holy half an hour late.

I know, TLDR, just read this : LATE 

Behavior 

Our sirs often lectures us about behavior, behavior and behavior.

When you're wearing uniform, everybody is watching.

 Every action you take is a reflection of your behavior, your attitude, your values, ETC (End of thinking capacity).

Behavior issues becomes magnified when you wear a uniform.

Because when you wear your uniform, you represent the nation's forces, and you ought to behave like one. 

Why must behave like one? I won't list the details because its another TLDR and I'm just wasting my time.

However, that is the best case scenario in Singapore without stomp.

This is one good movie. Watch it if you haven't. 

With stomp, even actions that aren't related to behavior issues are classified into one.

The classic example of sitting in a train, or worst, the legendary reserved seat.

Be it a crowded train or an empty one, it has become a common unofficial/underground/youknowiknow acknowledgement among servicemen that unless you want to get stomped, don't seat.

Wear a uniform and it automatically magnifies by 99 times :

Don't even think about sitting, just stand and wait for your stop.

Reserved seat is the highly forbidden seat. Sit and you are doom. Occurrences varied. 

In the end, it doesn't matter whether it is an empty or crowded train. If the person want to sabotage you, he/she will do it.

Like the typical camera angle, where you can't tell at all whether the train is crowded or not but still ends up in stomp.

Lets not forget the blacksheeps. Well I'm not imply that they should be stomp, but rather, they should watch their behavior la hor.

Watched Running Man before? Its a really really addictive variety show. GO WATCH IT NOW!

Greeting higher rank serviceman/regulars.

This is not exactly difficult.

The only slightly difficult part is greeting high ranks even though they are only a few years older than you are. 

The awkwardness that both parties show.

You are going like, "Man this is damn awkward, hes only 2 years my senior"

While hes going like, "Holy. I don't expect you to greet me man. How do I reply?"

In the end the he just raises his hand acknowledging and walks off while giving the "OMG HE GREETED ME BUT I MUST ACT LIKE I DONT CARE"  look. 

Anyhow anyhow anyway, greeting is still a must, be it you like it or not, or whether he's just 2 years your senior.

You have to greet even though he is your childhood friend.

I can only think of this much to write now.

Maybe I'll continue part 2 next time, maybe.

I'm just far too good at not keeping promises for blogging hahaha.

And also, I'm more active on twitter than on facebook or even blog.

You wanna interact with me more, you gotta follow. You can add me as a friend too though. 

But acceptance is subject to alot of factors, yea like real hahaha.

Until next time. \m/

These are some thoughts of 

mine and does not represent 

any group or organisation.

POP LO!

A new chapter begins.

I'm now an air force engineer.

Perhaps this has always been my fate. 

The moment,

7 weeks in to BMT.

 I must say this 7 weeks has passed rather quick without me actually noticing it.

The 9 week cycle is rather a short period for typical recruit to have a really defining moment if without much significant accomplishments.

Mine you ask? Its has definitely got to be the moment when the live grenade thrown out from my hand, exploded.

Nothing brings more fear than actually holding onto instruments that brings death.

 Be it BTP or HG, the very moment when I receive a life ammunition, its a mixture of feelings.

With every bullet shot, I'm training myself to be a better soldier. At the same time, I'm training myself to be ready to kill enemies with a basic set of necessary skills.

I believe the same theory applies for most of my fellow recruits, or even sergeants.

Younger generations who has yet to serve their time in protecting the nation probably has an opposite view though.

Kids as young as 7 years old, playing games like blackshot (equivalent to counter strike) boasting about their skills, how much kills they get and how their enemies got killed with confidence.

I remember asking my cousin a few years back,

"What do you think if you actually live like a soldier in counter strike and kill as much people as you did in the game?"

" I'll just aim for all the headshots with my awp."

Its the very arrogance and ignorance that shocks me thinking back about it now.

Fair enough, its a game you say.

Will they still be saying the same thing after actually firing a live round? Or rather, after they actually kill somebody with that life round?

I'm sure I wont, at least for now.

HG was probably the last time I'll be touching live rounds throughout my BMT.

A day that started with a SPG and ended with a SFG.

I still remember how everybody goes "wowwww, anti-personnel hand grenade"

Cool name with a deadly purpose.

When I felt the shockwave produced by the exploding grenade, I truly felt the devastation that human is capable of.

A metallic ball of whatever, that explodes with such force. I can't imagine it landing in front of me.  

Of course, I'm not as pessimistic as I sound in this essay. These are just thoughts that comes across me once in awhile. 

There are still excitement in these activities because it is our first time feeling the recoil of the SAR21 to experiencing the shockwave by the block 3 charge. 

When the time calls for me to protect Singapore, I will muster my courage and determination to stand up and fight for my country.

In a blink of an eye

Im left with 2 weeks left before I POP.

But practically i'm only left with a week, as the last week is for all the graduation parade preparations.

Again, im not obligated to talk about what happen while serving and all that. So I'll just end this short short shortttttttttttttt post with a,

MERRY CHRISTMAS!