Nostalgic

Those entire talk bout BMT, Reservist and ICT somewhat makes me nostalgic. Therefore, I scan through my hard disk in search of photos of my BMT days. You may think I am crazy but I really enjoyed my time during that period. Shiok what, carrying 30kg food pack running around here and there, dashing up the 85' degrees angle of the god dammed hill slope. Being ordered to prone down in the muddy pile where an anthill resides while we remained stagnant. Bearing with the itch and pain when tens and hundreds of those little inserts crawled up onto your body and each took a little bite out of you.
(Cannot blame them lah, I was the one covering up their exit route. Instinct of the wild to fight and survive. Love it man!)
Oh yes, not to mentioned those drenching rainly morning hours where we were force to wake up at 5am (If you managed to sleep at all) for 5 BX. My legs were still asleep when we start to run along that blasted 2 km route every morning. What's not to love?!















My section mates in Charlie Coy taken years ago. I sort of lost contact with them. Everyone is busy with their own daily struggle. If you recognize any of them, inform me. However, I highly doubt it since everybody would have kept their hair long and look completely different than they were in this photo.

The obstacles course and that dreadful 24-click road march, wah lau ai! Power man! Never have I felt so much satisfaction after completing the road march in my life. Not even the sweet lure of sex can be used as a near comparison. Yes, it is true, that day I discovered that I was a hardcore, dangerous, psychological, mentally unsound, physically deprived individual with a compelling desire for combat and the comforting aura of the untouched wilderness.

Ultimately, it is not how harsh or cruel the environment we are subjected to that matters. It is the company we kept during those grueling periods that will break or make you. This also applies to the outside world, at your work place, in education institute or family members even. No matter how bad or meaningless life is, having someone you can trust and believe in, watching out for your back really makes the difference. I was fortunate to be in a section of poly grads like myself whereby the rest of my platoon sections were childish, waiting to polish the officers nuts, all talk no action A' level grads. Fuck! Even the sergeants are younger than us and only look after his A' level peers, how to respect them like that?! We were obtruded to do loads of shit work but we were very united like the stitches on a tight jean. Any punishments just take it lor. Push up, sit up, running to touch a stupid distant tree and come back. Only makes us stronger what. An invisible bond formed and the kindred sprit could be felt. (A bit mushy lah I know)














A photo of my buddy and me. If anyone know if he's still alive also inform me. A steady and handsome guy. Only lose to me by a bit.

I was the toilet IC man. Really, learnt that people shit in many creative ways. Some were against flushing. (My goodness, why the fuck may I ask?! Guess their home would REALLY smell like a shit hole) Some only let out a single wave at a time, thus coming back to completed their second or third wave if any. Others always shit onto the squatting platform no matter how big the area of disposal is. Some finished their business so fast like Speedy Gonzales, you wondered have they really done it at all.

I remember a conversation with my BMT mate years ago. It goes something like this lah. So long already how to remember word for word?

A: “You like combat so much go and join commandos lah. Wasted if you don't join lay.”

Me: " Siao ai...you every time pak chiu cheng how come never saved up the sperm and give to the sperm bank for experiment and donation? Every time wash away down the drain wasted right? "

A: " Wah bian ai...dun worry I still got a lot. Can afford to waste. "

Me: " Cock man! Seriously lah it is not bout what you like or dun like, its bout how to survive in S'pore. Go join commandos come out can do what? Resume type in the skill column: Expert in chiong suai and bayonet fighting meh?! You think people dare to employ you ah? Unless you go join hongkong triads then don't say lah. "

A: " Nabei..ya hor. I like to fuck but cannot get a job that pays me to fuck in S'pore. Unless I become gigolo then must serve those lao anutie and lick their toes. Pui! Some more S'pore cannot become porn star. Only ang mo country and japan can. Wait throw me in jail and let gaylos fuck my ka cheung how? "

Me: " Wah kau...You really full of siaow man! "














Waiting for purple rain to come.