Leb' den Tag: August 2005

Saturday, August 27, 2005

Na, ich geb zu - es ist so geschrieben, als ob es ein personaler Angriff wäre...und deshalb hab ich's weggeschafft.

Oh another note, when i went running this afternoon i ran into nic foo with his girlfriend waiting at the bus-stop. Haha...you meet everybody when you don't expect to. But ahh well. C'est la vie.

I'll be in BATTLE KING until 12th September so...watch this space. Until then...good luck and be safe.

Friday, August 26, 2005

Die Antworten

My blog has gained a new population of readers. Some of which are not very happy at what i've written in the past...many many months.

Well...the answers to a much-posed question is...no, i am not going to move. Or shut this place down. Why should i? I know that some people are unhappy. But this is, firstly, my place and i don't think i will shut this place down yet. I know that i can't please everyone and i know that this may be offensive, and i guess i'd rather you not read that. But what's happened has happened.

One must understand that as instructors, we think differently. That's something no one can change and perhaps a flaw in the system. Even now, you still wouldn't succeed in trying to change my mentality 100% that you were putting in your best. It's our job to train you. And we trained you the best way we knew. You may not be proud of it, but at least i am damn proud of you guys. Did i treat you any different ever since you graduated from your Trade Course and stepped into TA Battery? You must know that if we really thought that little of you, i could have very well pressed the issue. But i didn't. Not because i knew you were going over to another phase already but because i gave you the benefit of the doubt.

Of course, it doesn't seem so here does it? But that's because here, i say what it meant to me. I say my interpretations. And the stink of it is that i can't say what it means to everybody.

I really wonder what boss thinks of this.

I really wonder what you will think of this when you are in ORD mood.

As for now, you still have to see me when you have problems. And after BATTLE KING, i want you to see me. If you feel horribly wronged, or manic-depressive or anything like that, you have to see us. There's no changing that. The specs say that you do your work well - and i am willing to count on that. What's happened is when you were a trainee and i a trainer. Now you are one of us. Dig up the past if you will - but it's not helpful to anyone at all.

And on hindsight, that was a pretty nice one, going straight to boss. I'm not going to mete out punishment - even though breaching chain of command is an offence - because this is not about me biting you back. Take my abscence as a breath of fresh air and think about what you want to say to me. If you want to say that i am the biggest fucker in this whole world, go ahead. I am a fucker. And then...

Say it.

I will return on 12th or 13th September. And if these issues still cannot be ironed out, there's going to be hell to pay. For everyone. FATEP is just round the corner.

And to those of you who don't understand what's going on, don't bother. It's not for you.

Taryn wanted me to do this...so...let's see...

THREE NAMES YOU GO BY
1. brother
2. (guo)jun
3. Sir =P

THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD
1. magique, toujours
2. gj
3.

THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE
1. Chinese
2. Chinese
3. Chi...ahh...urm, the army?

THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU
1. Watching people poison their kids in the movies
2. ranger becoming my boss
3. Seeing things like...severed fingertips...

THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS
1. Number 4
2. Laughter and nonsense
3. music

THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW
1. School of Arty shirt (bah. 24 SA is the one.)
2. A pair of berms
3. hmmm...boxers?

THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS
1. Laith Al-Deen!
2. Die Söhne Mannheims
3. Jay...jie lun! jie lun! jie lun!

THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE SONGS
1. Von Söhne Mannheims - Und Wenn Ein Lied
2. Laith Al-Deen - Bilder von Dir
3. Nightwish - Ghost Love Score (great orchestra!)

THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP
1. Love
2. Laughter
3. Tolerance

TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE (guess!)
1. I want to be a ranger.
2. I want to go back to Germany.
3. I have cried at the movies.

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE PREFERRED SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU
1. Eyes
2. Smile
3. err...this is off-limits.

THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE HOBBIES
1. Travelling
2. Alcohol and mixology
3. The Army (surprise, surprise!)

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW
1. Tell those i love that i love them.
2. Go back to Europe.
3. Give all the big fucks the bird

THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING/ HAVE CONSIDERED
1. The Army, until i found out how getting promoted makes you dumber.
2. Something chemical, because i happen to like chemistry.
3. Working on the radio, because i like to talk cock and play good music. Though good music may not be what you expect.

THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION
1. Europe!
2. New Zealand (is THUNDER WARRIOR considered vacation?)
3. My bedroom

THREE KIDS NAMES YOU LIKE
1. I
2. Don't
3. Know

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE
1. Get married and live happily ever after
2. Complete a triathlon
3. Make a million, or several

THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A BOY
1. I swear a lot
2. I am captivated by weapons, etc.
3. I think all guys should drive manual cars

THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL
1. Sometimes i am overcome by depression and insecurity
2. I would rather fuss over getting things absolutely right than face the shame of getting it wrong in public
3. Well...i don't have a secret fetish for wearing lingerie...so..that's about it

~~THREE~~ AS MANY FEMALE CELEB CRUSHES AS YOU WANT!

1. Miriam Yeung (yeah...wo ai ni!!!)
2. Diana Ser (Singapore's hottest lao chio...if i'm married to her i'll be monogamous)
3. Scarlett Johansson
4. Jeanette Aw (If only i was in njc 5 years earlier...)
5. A whole host of korean peh pehs you see in the movies
6. Selena S.H.E. (and i don't care if people say she's fat...she's phat for me)

THREE MALE CELEB CRUSHES
1. Of course...
2. NOT.
3. APPLICABLE.

THREE PEOPLE THAT I WOULD LIKE TO SEE TAKE THIS QUIZ NOW
1. Emelyne!
2. Kelvin the swine
3. Samantha

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

The Temple of Lek and Retarded Inspectors

Hallo ihr alle da draussen...sigh. I really hate my unit now. Not the people who do the day-to-day work, but those people who are running the whole show. Namely, a certain god of thunder. Sigh. I shall just refer to him as 'god' (as i'm sure he'll love to be referred to as such) in this post...

The Ops Room has already become the Temple of Lek...whoever who goes in there has to either pay homage or risk getting slapped with many x sai kang...i wonder how the monks of this liar of evil (gabriel and jeremy) manage to survive. Oh well...one beats girls and the other...well...is a little addled as well so...i don't know what to think. Sigh. How does one stay mentally sound when there's someone like that breathing down your neck?

So the GSI (General Safety Inspectorate) audit has just landed in front of our battalion line and they have demanded that we take them to our leader. So many things have transpired that have shown the...true colours of people whom we thought we could respect. It shows that ultimately, this is all just a show. We must make everything picture-perfect so that the big fucks can cover their poxy hides. And god is no different. Some stunts he tried:

Demanding stand-by bunk from officers. And he expects cadet standard!
Making us change and change the lesson plan format. Even after signing it. Poor sven. Poor us.
Gathering us and telling us that it wasn't because of the GSI Inspection. I didn't know someone could be that...hypocritical? Hello, you're being all worked-up only when the Inspection is coming up. I don't see you becoming so pissed over day-to-day admin.

Sigh. If gods became maggots i'd understand why. And we can't do anything about it because he has one crab and we only have bars! Bah...what a retard. Such to an extent that even boss decided to switch to post-out mode and just fuck off from camp, giving me and mel a free Sakae dinner in the meantime for 'satisfactory work performance.' Aye.

For those regulars, please don't let your career dominate what it means to lead. You don't have to wayang so much. It's okay to wayang in front of the Inspectorate, but you can jolly well be honest with your junior officers. Not as if they'll paotoh you...they'll be thankful for your uprightness. And you won't leave them talking behind your back.

The GSI Inspectors are another class of retards from god. They are just retarded! Even formation safety went to fight them. They want Risk Assessment for everything - literally everything - even the toilets!

'Okay gentlemen, take a 5 minute toilet break. I am your conducting officer. Now for your safety brief. Everyone got 7 hours of sleep? Water paraded? Please take note of the slippery floor as it could be a falling hazard. Please do not pull out the hand dryer and throw it into the toilet bowl as it could be an electrical hazard. yadda yadda yadda...'

What the fuck?!

Formation safety went up to him and said that maybe they should conduct this more intelligently. For once...you go, safety! Haha.

Maybe they should abolish National Service...because everything is unsafe...if we want to set down so much safety that we can just push all the responsibility to the hands of fate, maybe we should just let them live their lives. It'll be easier not to tarnish the reputation of the SAF anyway.

Sunday, August 21, 2005

All die dumme Sachen der Welt | B&B

Hallo ihr alle da draussen...been feeling retarded all weekend. Sigh.

Spent half of Saturday in camp rotting away because of Unit Family Day. I spent it helping boss with stuff for the GSI Inspection, when i could've been driving...ahh. Why do i even bother? All quite fuckly, no? Still. Man soll seinem Chef ein Gefallen tun, besonders wenn man ihn respektiert...i don't think i'll ever willingly do anything for CO or ranger...still it was quite the waste of time, going back for nothing except to talk cock with neo and do RAWRs. Bleah.

After that...i went bowling with ong after like 4 months of not touching my balls. Well...my bowling balls, you filthy maggots...and well...like anyone who is out of touch with anything, my bowling...sucked. Sucks balls man! Jeez. I lost the reaction of the Ace already...and my ball speed is like...VERY HIGH...bleah...no time for it to rev up at all...my best game was...139! How...disappointing. Bleah. Never mind. Felt like such a great waste of time...and money, to boot...

Ong suggested crashing some NUS bash at China Black to see beautiful people...heck...i haven't chionged for like...AGES...but anyway. kelvin didn't want to go for unknown reasons and i was pretty much disinterested already so...sigh. Nothing happened in the end. Bleah...thought i might get to know some interesting peh pehs there...considering that pay day has just landed on Earth...But still. Forget it. Never happened. Now i'm going off to BATTLE KING and there's nothing you can do to stop me...wow...can save yet another handsome sum of money this time...don't you just love overseas? Haha...but i bet my liquor spending back in Singapore will be...Horrendous. Intending on buying champagne this time as well so...yeah.

I wonder how my liquor list looks like now. Hmmm...Depending lah...i may buy cognac, or maybe Tia Maria, or if they have it, Galliano...tsk...see what tickles my fancy this time lah...i haven't even assembled my liquor party yet...i think junkiat is helping already....hmm hmm. I wonder if they have Chambord! Bleah. Not likely though. Sigh.

Anyway, coming back to retarded things. Today i went driving...sigh...i think the instructor didn't want to pass me...because i got stuck at this hold-up along Upper Bukit Timah Road...for those of you who live around Hillview/Hume Ave area...you know how cruddy it is over there...hai...got fucked for stressing myself out...but somehow he passed me. Ownage! Not really lah. Need to wake up my idea a bit. sigh.

Then i got a message from boss saying that he wanted to inspect our bunk for...the upcoming GSI shit...at 0730! Plus frantic calls to each other to come back to camp tonight...sigh...why must boss be the DSO? Still, i think it's good lah. Come back to camp to sleep...then go for 5 fucking BX tomorrow morning...i'm sure it's all really quite healthy. Bleah.

I think i'll go make myself some B&B later.

Bénédictine & Brandy

4 parts brandy/cognac
3 parts Bénédictine

Build in a brandy snifter. Swirl to blend.

I swear, this golden elixir is really a treat to drink. Swirl to take a deep breath of it...how the herbal liqeuer is strengthened by the cognac...and when you drink it, savour it. You will feel the liqeuer on your tongue...the herbal taste strong...and while the taste lingers, suddenly you will realise that the liqeuer is no more...

I think i have an obsession with making more and more classic cocktails...Not so interested in being overly fruity these days...unless it's shooters we're talking about...that's kinda why i'll still buy fancy liqeuers...

Sigh. BATTLE KING in 7 days!

Thursday, August 18, 2005

Maggots in the Brain | Unterschied zwischen Beruf und Pflicht | Hör mir zu - Das Antwort

Hallo ihr alle da draussen...So the cadets had their EX FIREBALL over the past two days, with boss overseeing the entire thing...which naturally caused mel and myself some...consternation...because, well...with boss around, their FIREBALL was almost ops level...well, they didn't have deployment drill timings to meet, just an overall Ops TTR to meet...and stuff like that...but once boss left after nightfall...oh man...

I remember fucking someone really badly. Questioning the integrity of an officer (because i wasn't cock sure it was him...never really expected it...bleah) anthony and i arguing over what i should have and shouldn't have said...sigh. That's a problem with the Army...there's a difference between those who are making a living out of it and those who are just serving the nation. I know of the need to show an image. I guess i'm simply too direct. wye hong, forest, fats and friends all believe i should see the consequences and well...i do. Jeez. I know that when i confronted them regarding the rifle issue, there were many tense moments of silence...i added the officer part because i wanted to flush the culprit out...although ryan told me his suspicions but still, it could've been some cadet, yes? Sigh. As for fucking that guy...melvyn has this interesting theory...

He believes i have maggots in my brain...when i see something being done wrong, a rush of hot blood activates these maggots, causing them to devour my reason...which will cause me to turn into the Prince of Hell...but i must say that i have been pretty restrained during this BTACC. I think it must have been the officers who kept me in check. Although i may have offended them...sigh sigh. This may not be good at all, but still...c'est la vie, and life goes on, yes? I guess i will have to be more watchful. sigh. These cadets will be stunned if i have to take the Specialist Course...i think officers who are about to ORD are the worst tekan monsters around. I can already see myself becoming it.

Anyway, nice one, melvyn...haha.

And here is the continuation to the song Hör mir zu...das hier ist einfach, wie seine Liebhaberin zu seinem Liebeslied reagiert:

Ich weiss nicht wievielmal ich gehofft hab
Wir würden miteinander reden,
Denn so oft lag deine Wahrheit zeimlich nah bei meiner
Wir waren wohl blind, denn gesehen hat's keiner

Was Du sagst, kann auch ich so sagen
Mit gleicher Wut, gleichem Schmerz.
Ertragen nur bis hier und nicht einen Schritt weiter
Raufen uns zusammen oder scheitern.

Ich hör Dir zu, aber nur wenn Du was erzählst von dir
Nicht von dem, für den Du Dich hältst
Will es sehn ganz klar und nicht verschwommen, schon vergessen?
You got to stand by your woman!

Es light mir viel an Dir und was,
Was wir haben kann riesengross sein, alles überragen
Wenn wir es wollen jede Stunde aller Tage,
Kannst du das sehen?

Hörst Du, was ich sage?

Hör mir zu, hör mir zu, nur dieses eine Mal...

Sunday, August 14, 2005

Der letzte Tag | Hör mir zu...

Hallo ihr alle da draussen...yesterday was the last day! Wooot! I got there at 0900 to find my guys watching The Incredibles...and if i may add, we watched Jackass and Shrek 2 as well...things which, if patrick busted us...would land us in some fucking hot soup indeed...still...we still have to fight the morning boredom and the Z-Monster, no? I think the encik from MI Battalion thinks we're either a bunch of crazies who gives like 2 fucks to authority or that we're really that bored. Which happens to be true, anyway.

I briefed john on some takeaways for the AAR, if there will be one...

1. Artillery formation should only put the guns on display. No one knows about radar or asks about it. Well, maybe about 2% of the people la...mostly ex-gunners and those who were from 24 SA...
2. That although we are on standby, it doesn't mean we have to stare at fucking nothingness forever. The Z-monster will snatch us faster.

That's about it...kim, kwan and i also went to watch the total defence showcase...which was quite cock...but you really have to give those soldiers the effort. Sitting up in the tiers in Smart 4, the sun shining in your face...it makes you feel, if only for a fleeting moment, proud.

It kinda sucks when you have to come back down to Earth. Bleah.

But...

IT'S OVER!!!

And no i'm not weeping like that green fucker after those Just for Laughs shows.

And now...you all who know German should really go and get this song. It speaks volumes.

Hör mir zu...

Kennst Du meinen Namen noch?
Und die Zeit, die folgte, machte mit uns was sie wollte
Die ganze Welt nur Du und ich,
Weisst Du, wie es damals roch?
Nach wir können wir es schaffen, weil wir über alles lachen,
Auch wenn es weh tut, doch es geht gut.

Kannst Du es denn wirklich nicht mehr seh'n?
Oder steh'n wir mit völlig leeren Händen hier?
Können wir's nicht mehr drehen?

Hör mir zu, hör mir zu nur dieses eine Mal...

Spürst Du meinen Halt nicht mehr?
Willst Du nie wieder fallen ohne Furcht, über allem schweben und dich verlieren?
Du fehlst mir sehr, wie geb' ich Dir zu verstehen,
Wir beide müssen gehen, solange uns die Füsse tragen
Was soll ich sagen?

Kannst Du es denn wirklich nicht mehr sehen?
Oder steh'n wir mit völlig leeren Händen hier?
Können wir's nicht mehr drehen?

Hör mir zu, hör mir zu nur dieses eine Mal...

Saturday, August 13, 2005

Fuckin' Amazing!

Giant raspberries appearing on the streets? This was done in Den Bosch, the Netherlands, when the Absolut company broke in a new vodka, ABSOLUT RASPBERRI.

Friday, August 12, 2005

Was es zu führen heisst

Two days back, i conducted the BTACC TPQ-36 deployment drill. No, it didn't evolve into a tekan session (like some of you believed it would) although it showed a lot about these cadets.

1. No sense of fucking urgency.
2. Safety breaches taught, re-hashed, punished and yet they commit it again.
3. Commanders not being able to control their section.
4. Failing to echo.

Goodness. Is this the 34th BTACC?! It's quite amazing, really. During my course, although we were under-strength, somehow we pushed each other into meeting the timings. I admit that deployment drills were what caused us to gel as a team...and whenever i felt a rage blackout coming on, it was because i was mad at myself. Mad at letting my friends down. It's all these which make us better people, i figure...

Ryan (that's 3SG Ryan) brought up an interesting point...it's only when cadets/trainees begin to fuck each other that the deployment drill has begun to reach its zenith...because that's when you learn the most, and that's when you begin to realise that you had better buck up and perform as a team if you're to even make it. Truth to tell, the deployment never really reached that stage. It only approached it...hopefully, FIREBALL will be somewhat different. I've seen what they can do and sadly, fats and sven were right. If they know what's in store for them...i don't really care if they know or not. Our job is to train them. That and nothing more.

melvyn also brought up a point...that only the demons begin to show themselves after nightfall...interesting, no? I can't exactly fathom why, but well...if even joshua can fuck the cadets...it must be some pretty powerful demons indeed. Bah.

anthony also pissed me off...by wanting desperately to cut the deployment drill by 2200. I still don't know why the fuck for. It's like he presumes that i will fucking own the cadets so he is forced into pulling rank and stopping early for their parade rehearsals tomorrow. Please lah. They are cadets. And by being easy on them...it's not going to help one.single.fucking.bit! I was really insulted. So it means that i've commissioned for nothing? That the bars on my shoulders are nothing but a farce? I thought you could trust me more than that...you can see their deployment for yourself. They are obviously not there yet. And what are you going to do? Step in during FIREBALL? Their officers on course are already more than enough protection...so...

STOP FUCKING COVERING THEIR ASSES!

Amen.

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Marnier-Lapostolle Liqueurs present: Grand Marnier Cordon Rouge

National Day | Bildern!

So today is national day. Wow...how many national days we've had already...so i guess this year i will be exactly half as old as my country...haha...isn't it interesting to know? The place which brought us up, with all the friends and people we've come to know and love, all the memories we've come to cherish, all that's still yet to be...it's also a gentle reminder that while we bask in the golden light of youth, time leaves no one behind. i can still remember long ago, when i'd watch the aircraft perform a bomb-burst over the National Stadium in salute and then spread out over my grandma's house. I can remember how being able to take part in the NDP was considered to be one of the proudest moments of one's NS life.

I guess we reckoned without all the background work which goes on. And i guess that they were right, after all...although it really can be a bitch, it makes one feel special. Proud. And tired, may i add but still. i still believe strongly that our unit shouldn't be doing this, given how thinly stretched we already are...especially if we're doing it so that someone can score points...but i guess that's just another flaw in the system. NSFs have no choice, i guess...

Today has been pretty hectic for me...was complex DOO again yesterday...and handling all the arms meant that i could only get out of Khatib around 1000...then i went home, thinking i could sleep it off...no way, baby! It grew all dark and cloudy for about 15 minutes, making me cease-fire the clothing for like absolutely fucking nothing, and then a gust of wind blew one of my mom's glass vases over, shattering it...all this when i was the only champion at home...maggots man! Never enough sai kang for one day! Sigh.

My momma is impressed that i can now bloody clean up the mess. Hrmph. I've been doing this since last year...haha.

Anyway! Carnival pictures!

The sai kang detail: kim, neo, kwan, derek, yang wee

Suicidal tendencies...i'll jump. Really, i will!

Relac session gone wrong...neo won't let me sit my ass on the bench...maggot.

dusk over Marina South...

Looks like a wax figure...but it's actually kuek killing boredom...

Post-carnival: cease-fire!

Sadness. Pain. Failure...

The entrance to Tanjong Pagar MRT...haha...

Sunday, August 07, 2005

Die Aufstellung | Extreme Hustensaft

Hallo ihr alle da draussen...finally the dreaded Carnival has kicked off...i had to drag my tired ass off the bed at fucking 0600 this morning. And it's a Sunday, mind you...as if the weekend wasn't tiring enough...(DOO on Friday...) *sigh* but still. I managed to reach Marina South by 0730...quite impressive yes? On time! Of course, those who took the tonner were there already, preparing to action front the TPQ-37...as so, i just prepared my BCP and got ready for the day.

Luckily they'd installed air-conditioning...if not it would've been Hell...maggots. It was perfect Sentosa weather out there la...which i made use of by walking about in the Sun...haha...yeah but i'm not really tanned yet...hrmph. Maggots. Still, i don't care. All was dandy in the BCP...except for the sheer boredom...jeez. i mean, only like 10 people came in from 1000 to 1400?! Please. After that, it was like the entire population of Singapore tried to find their way on board. Maggots. I know it's a Sunday, but...come down earlier la...crowd control can be so difficult can...

And what's more, not even a single peh peh! Sigh. There was one la according to little kuek...but she's underaged...sigh. You paedo. haha...oh! And there was this interesting little story...about Losers.

There was this dude with this ang mor chica who came into the BCP...damn fake, damn chiak kantang...dude, do you think that by putting on a fake accent and by pretending to be what you're not, you'll really impress a girl? She wasn't even impressed...just showed the 'aiyah whatever' face to everyone around...which meant that he must be 1. a retard or 2. lead-skulled. You incompetent maggot. Go and hang yourself. Anyways...he was becoming really quite obnoxious when he suddenly asked the key question. Howitzer is a German word, right? I don't know, and i don't really care too...but then i asked the girl as conversationally as possible...

Hallo, sind Sie Deutscher?

She was quite taken aback...but she was quite impressed by the guy standing in his smart 4 speaking in German! That's something! Think again, maggot! At least you should try to understand what she's talking. Go to the Goethe-Institut...there's plenty of room for retards like you...go and hang yourself! Haha. One up for me! Too bad i didn't get her number. Hrmph. Bah. Ist mir doch scheissegal.

Also made myself some extreme cough syrup!

15ml grenadine syrup
15ml green crème de menthe
15ml light rum

Layer in a shooter glass.

The crème de menthe really makes this taste like cough syrup...But it's the rum which burns first before the mint and then the grenadine comes in to soothe it...that's what i like about all these layered shooters. It's that intense burst of taste followed by the more soothing components (e.g. Bailey's)...yum yum. Tempted to make more! Haha...

Pictures of the week to come! On National Day...when i get home again...-zzzz-...

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