What I learned in the Army.

In two years of National Service, I have:

• Learned how to strip, assemble, fire an assault rifle. And don't forget clean. I definitely spent more time cleaning the stupid rifle than firing it.
  
• Also earned how to strip, assemble, fire a light machine gun, a grenade launcher, a rocket launcher.
  
• Thrown a hand grenade, once.
  
• Learned to wear a gas mask and experienced tear gas.
  
• Experienced a turn-out at 1am for fun and games.
  
• Walked for many many kilometres. About 600km accumulated in the two years.
  
• Walked through graveyards at 3am. Graveyard with an s because we went from the Jewish/Hindu to the Christian to the Chinese to the Muslim graveyards. Multi-racial and multi-religious indeed.
  
• Killed, skinned and ate a quail.
  
• Learned to start a fire, and build a shelter, survive without food for 3 days.
  
• Learned to read a compass and a map.
  
• Bashed through the same stupid jungle on 3 separate occasions.
  
• Rode in a Chinook, and got the seat closest to the door.
  
• Swam through a muddy looking swimming pool with all our gear.
  
• Learned to drive a jeep, through rivers and hills. Actually fell asleep when driving once but that's what happens when the speed limit is a paltry 50km/h.
  
• Learned to ride a bike, through rivers and hills. Fell down many times on the stupid bike and was horrid at balancing but I still passed on my first attempt.
  
• Learned how to strip, assemble, fire a general purpose machine gun. But I never got to fire it for real. :(
  
• Threw many thunderflashes. Lit up a trip-flare which looks amazing at night.
  
• Turned-out my men at 1am for some fun and games.
  
• Learned how to call for artillery fire.
  
• Learned how to apply bandages for a variety of wounds and fractures. And CPR too.
  
• Administered intravenous fluids on others, twice. Was poked about 10 times though, life is not fair.
  
• Tried flower arrangement once by collecting some wild flowers and putting them into my hand.
  
  
  Even came with a tiny snail.
  
• Got bitten by sandflies. I never want to be bitten by sandflies again.
  Worst itch ever.
  
• And I guess I made many close friends. Friends that make me sad to leave the army. But they are leaving too, which is the only consolation.

Looking back at the 2 years, I’ve certainly changed. But I can’t really define how I’ve changed. It’s impossible to define really. You can’t help but gain a new perspective on cleanliness after being soaked through with mud and rain and sweat time and time again. You define urgency differently after crawling on the ground with bullets flying above your head (they were a very safe distance overhead hah not so scary). You define discipline differently after being made to stand still for an hour as punishment. And you change that definition again when you have to demand that the guys in your charge do the same.

It’s been a long two years, do I regret it? No. Would I do it again? Yes. But I didn't feel this way when I was serving NS, only now when it's over haha.

Purana usnani - Singapore

Today I learned what insect makes this sound at all the nature reserves and army training areas in Singapore.

On High Education.

(Yes I know it's been two years.)

Having recently ORD-ed (ORD LO) and left the army, I've decided to start working immediately and not pursue higher education. I would like to say that this decision was made after months of careful deliberation and much thought, but no it was not. I don't really know when I made the decision either.

The choice to start working with only a Poly Diploma though, was met with interesting reactions. Some people were quite surprised and insisted on me getting a degree, saying that in Singapore, it's impossible to survive without a degree. My parents though, are not some people therefore I can do what I want. Hah.

That being said, hearing about the start of the semester in University from almost all of my army buddies has set me thinking if my decision is the right one or not. Of the 12 of us recce sergeants, only 2 of us are working immediately with the rest securing a place in university (cause we are intelligence specialists so intelligent high 5). That's like less than 10% or something of us studying (I can't do the math cause no education eh hahaha).

But it has set me wondering about whether my decision to skip higher education was an *ahem* educated one. I don't really want to take up a degree in business or economics or sociology or whatever for the sake of taking it. But in Singapore everyone seems to think that a degree in STEM is the way to go, if not, a degree in general is a must to "survive" in the working world. But shouldn't people value experience as much as a piece of paper? Everyone is getting degrees to get the edge over everyone else, or to get a higher salary and more money.

Anyways, I'm grateful to be working in an industry where you don't need a piece of paper to get a job. Where people hire you based on the work you have done. Where I have exhausting 12 hour days, but also relaxed 7 hour days. Where if there's nothing to do I can do what I want. Including studying part-time for a degree if I wanted to. Which I most likely will do so in the future when I find something I want to study.

For now, I'm okay with working. Sure I don't get to apply to CCAs anymore, and there's no freshmen orientation or living in dorms. But there's still lunchtime. And many many canteens around my workplace.

A Taxi Ride.

Today I took a taxi home. From Rachel's house which is far far away in Yew Tee. And it was around 11pm in the night? The usual time I take a taxi so as not to incur the dreaded money burning midnight surcharges.

I conversed with the taxi driver for a while, in mandarin of course, and through snippets of random conversations here and there, I started to feel really sad for him. He asked me about why I was going so far and I said I came from my girlfriend's house. Then he told me he was divorced and that sometimes things just happen that way. He kept asking if the music was okay, or if he was driving too fast. (Since he was going at 110km/h pretty much throughout) Haha but me being an adrenaline kid said no he was not fast at all.

Everything just kind of added up in my thoughts towards the end of my journey, and I was quite depressed when I left the taxi cause I just learned that he was a 61 year old divorcee working the midnight shift driving a taxi. I mean, that's not the rosy picture of life we aspire too. What does he think when he's alone in the taxi driving around at night? Okay maybe it's not my place to form conjectures and conclusions, but it got me thinking a bit though.

I haven't posted in almost a year (9 months to be exact). So why not a post now? Hahaha.

Snowie's New Bed.

Snowie chillin out on his new bed.

Twins.

Maybe I shouldn't be taking 'fake' ghosts photos in an abandoned building. Alone.

Reflection.

Internship has ended and Final Year Project has started, so it's time for some reflections!

Okay back to FYP. I think my weekends are worse than my weekdays. :/