This will be the first post of many to come by. As some of you may have noticed, my blog has undergone a makeover. Very simple easy to navigate and still in the process of further and new changes.
Call this a fresh start for me.
Lets recap what has gone on with this life of mine for the past few years. (I know this may bore some but nevertheless if you do continue to read, do it with caution.)
Having graduated from SAJC, home of the SAINTS
I have been down in the dumps (some call it depression) for the past one year or so. So of you people out there may ask why?
Simple.
I have been harboring thoughts that I made a wrong life decision, JC sooooo wasn't the path for me to choose and I just crave and yearn for the ability to run back in time to change my course of life. (When I say run its more of a sprint actually)
DISCLAIMER: Do take note that the information translated through this post bears no real truth and should be read for pure humor and enjoyment. This is in no way a real or serious depiction and must be taken LIGHT HEARTEDLY (All images are from Google)
No Matter. Now I am stuck in the hell of a hole made by my beloved nation.
Singapore.
What is this hell hole called?
Why do I call it a hell hole? Easy.
Its just like hell, a cycle of death.
Enlistment -- The First Death
First you enlist as Recruits,
and you undergo Basic Military Training (BMT) you get chewed and tortured at times and live in fear of what come next. Slowly life gets better as you're more accustomed to the hell you are in and then comes the Passing Out Parade (POP) where suddenly you see light at the end of the tunnel. Glorious Glorious light and you get your Block Leave. A week of freedom and heaven.
Next the Chains of Hell drag you back to the Hell hole once more.
Posting -- The Varying Degrees of Torture. Second Death.
Some may receive their posting of a lifetime (literally) why? Because they commit themselves to Hell in hopes that it will be better than the concrete jungle they face outside. I cannot give you first hand experience of how or what the contract of hell entails but from what I see, in time to come many cannot wait to get out when their deed is done.
No matter, even if you may or may not have chosen to sign your name on that piece of paper and say yes to the endless abyss, many of us are still forced to slave for two years in the hell hole. To us, here time stops and we fall behind many of our counterparts (Female/Sickly) who are furthering their education or have ventured out into the many concrete jungles in the world.
Back to the Second Death. Posting. Some may get slated to become an Officer and go to Officer Cadet School (OCS) others may be asked to join a group of Specialists and be transferred to Specialist Cadet School. (Used to be known as SISPEC, now SCS) The rest? What ever their posting be it Clerk, Storeman, Infantry, Armor or Air Force Technician (That's Me) We will all be sent to some form of training institute for varying amounts of time.
Even so the degree of torture in the various training schools vary...
From Complete and brutal Physical torture
to mindless drone work
and the occasional "I haven't got anything to do here! This is Para, para Paradise."
This song is good! Anyway back to the main point. We are once again the lowest lifeforms and most of us will get tortured in someway or another.
Finally after long (or short) and arduous training we will come to the final point of our journey (Or at least that's how i broke the stages of NS apart)
Transfer -- The third Death
After some may have gotten used to the life in the training institute it is once again time to graduate (get posted out "AGAIN")
Finally we have made our way to the various units where we are ONCE AGAIN the new kid on the block (the lowest life form) be it you're an Officer, Sergeant or lowly Private. You live your life here and climb up the ranks (Socially/Military) in hope your life gets better.
As time goes by, you climb out of the hell of a hole and pursue what you want to do in life. Maybe even get stuck in a brand new hell hole (I'll never know)
Of course that isn't to say that NS is necessarily a bad thing. To me I just take things as they come but no one can deny the fact that this liability (at least to most of us) does set us back a year or two.
Did you know...
Singapore is currently among the list of countries with the longest military service only falling behind Israel and South Korea.
And here is a link to our very own set of videos featuring the Singapore army and more
Wow that was a whole load of crap written up there.
But if you did somehow managed to carry on all the way till here i must say thank you for reading my post. Though i have to say it isn't over
Back to the main topic.
Today is the 27th of November, I have been in EX Wallaby for the past two and a half months. Most of my peers have just taken their flight home today, leaving me here to await my C130 flight back home.
Having taken many a month here thinking about the finer things in life I have decided to start blogging once again to rekindle something within me and this is just the start. I would call this post a milestone in my life and hopefully one that will last and slowly mature. So I will end this post here by say, watch this space for most posts.
Unheardwolfcry signing out.
A friend, A wolf.
Donovan.
Beyond!
