https://www.facebook.com/video.php?v=10152473570431063&fref=nf
I'm grateful for Army for making me into what I am today.
Even though at times I may still be like a kid, throwing tantrum and all, being in the Army has made me realised how important friendship and family are.
These few weeks, I feel quite sad because I'm losing that officer's call.
You're not just an officer because of the rank.
You're and officer because you are that kind of person.
Where's that respect and humility gone to?
I'm sorry to my parents.
I haven't been spending enough time with you all.
Sorry for ignoring you while I'm playing my games every weekend.
Sorry for going to climb on weekends and not spending enough time with you all.
And up till now, I still "arhhhhh, orrhhhh" you all.
Come on, you're 20 already.
Spend more time with your family.
Make them smile.
You owe your life to them.
And worst of all, the problem that lies with me is that I like to type fanciful things on the blog.
But I don't do them.
Few days back, I was in my men's bunk.
I saw one of them with a book.
It's a book about how you START doing things.
Quit talking, start doing.
There's a lot of situations in life where you would keep procrastinate about things.
There are a lot of things you want to achieve in life.
But time makes you want to procrastinate.
And the more time is wasted, the harder it is for you to START doing something.
I find it quite true.
But the book is more like an interactive book.
If not I may borrow it from him.
Sunday, September 7, 2014
Monday, September 1, 2014
Fucking xia lan
I really cannot imagine how people play game can play until so lao lan.
Knnb want play just play la keep kpkb. Fucking pubor.
Fucking annoying.
I've really been tahan-ing for so long.
Chee bye still cannot see I'm trying to tahan all of you is it?
Knn tahan so long already diam diam don't want talk still want kp.
This time I really cannot take it already.
It happens EVERY FUCKING TIME.
And I'm fucking angry.
Yes.
Fuck off.
Knnb want play just play la keep kpkb. Fucking pubor.
Fucking annoying.
I've really been tahan-ing for so long.
Chee bye still cannot see I'm trying to tahan all of you is it?
Knn tahan so long already diam diam don't want talk still want kp.
This time I really cannot take it already.
It happens EVERY FUCKING TIME.
And I'm fucking angry.
Yes.
Fuck off.
Saturday, August 30, 2014
What Army has taught me
www.businessinsider.com/10-things-learned-in-the-military-that-can-be-applied-to-life-2014-8?IR=T&
Good read, good read.
10. Apperance Matters
9. You Are What You Eat And Drink
8. You Can't Do Everything On Your Own
7. Value Your Sleep
6. Confidence Is King — Be Decisive
5. Learn From The Experience Of Others
4. There Are Worse Things Than Being Bored
3. You Can't Rely On Technology
2. You Always Have Something More To Give
1. Appreciate Your Friends
Good read, good read.
10. Apperance Matters
9. You Are What You Eat And Drink
8. You Can't Do Everything On Your Own
7. Value Your Sleep
6. Confidence Is King — Be Decisive
5. Learn From The Experience Of Others
4. There Are Worse Things Than Being Bored
3. You Can't Rely On Technology
2. You Always Have Something More To Give
1. Appreciate Your Friends
Sunday, August 17, 2014
EDITED MY BLOG
Yeah, decided to renovate my blog. Hopefully it looks more pleasant. Anyway, it has been 5 years since I started blogging. And the number of posts are getting lower. Viewers are getting lower too. But I guess this is all because of NS. Ever since I joined the army, there were actually less problems as compared to in the past. This is one major reason why I've started to blog less and rant less. Hahahaha.
Have been thinking over the past few days whether I should extend one year of my service so that I can finish the mono with my man. It's going to be a big sacrifice and I'm definitely not ready to just extend right now. In about three months time, I'm going to Brunei again. I'm going to use Brunei as an indicator. Whether or not I extend that one year is very dependent on Brunei. And hopefully when I extend one year and start my university, I won't regret my decision.
Sigh, tough choices. Anyway today has been a great day. Feels like a #throwback day for me. So in the morning, woke up at 9.30am to pee. Went back to sleep and waited for my alarm to ring. I was so tired that I didn't feel the alarm at all. And BAM, it was 12.15pm. Was supposed to play soccer with Wilfred, Wei Lun, Eugene, Tubby and friends at 11am but well, I climbed hard yesterday so couldn't wake up.
So went to meet them at around 1.30pm. Went up to the soccer court to find them and coincidentally, saw Chen Hao and Zhi Hao who I found quite hard to differentiate all of a sudden. Even though I know both brothers well. Hahaha. But anyway, went to eat pasta mania. Headed to Downtown, wanting to watch a movie, but end up playing bowling.
Bowling was actually quite fun. But it got bored at around the second game. Quite exciting at the start though. Keep trying to spin and stuffs, making a fool of ourselves. And at that moment, we all felt like students. Students who came to play after school. Loiter around shopping malls, don't want to go home. It was really like a "secondary school day" like what Wei Lun said. So nostalgic. And now all of us are just like 20 years old, having our own lives. Who actually looks back at secondary school life, JC life and just reminisce. Good old times.
Came back home after eating Mr Chicken Rice and then yeah, hobo around at home until now. It's been so long since I blogged about my day. Hahahaha, maybe I should start blogging again.
OH WAIT, WHERE GOT TIME?
Book in lo!
JENNINA W!
Jannine Parawie Weigel
MY NEW FOUND LOVE.
Heeeeeeeeeeeeeheeeeeeeeeeeeeeheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewooooooooooohuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.
MY NEW FOUND LOVE.
Heeeeeeeeeeeeeheeeeeeeeeeeeeeheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewooooooooooohuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.
Saturday, July 26, 2014
2 months after becoming a guardsman
http://chao-dar.blogspot.sg/2013/07/guards.html
One year ago, I was watching the guards conversion course.
The day I POP-ed, I went to wei lun's house before we went to bangkok.
I remembered watching GCC video over at his house.
I remembered how touching I felt when I watched the video.
How much I wanted to be a guardsman.
And today, I just rewatched all the 7 episodes of the GCC video.
It's really haunting.
To think of all the tough times in GCC.
Many times I try to put myself back into the GCC period of time.
To reflect upon my life now.
But those moments are so unique and tiring that I hardly remember them anymore.
Those feelings of uncertainty.
Those pain, those blood and those tears.
Those sand all over your body.
GCC never ends.
So far being APC3 has not been any tougher than GCC.
Maybe values I learnt in GCC will be applied when I go to Brunei again the next few months.
Suddenly think of all the tough times I had with my syndicate section.
But somehow it seems like everyone had moved on and memories of GCC 01/14 is fading quickly.
Everyone is doing their own things now.
But I really missed the 4 weeks in GCC.
Even though it was so damn tiring.
If anyone was to ask me how was GCC now, I find it hard to explain to them every single details.
Only those unique moments I can remember.
Can't wait for the september GCC to come.
And then I can relive all the memories.
Shall go and climb now~
STILL A CLIMBER.
One year ago, I was watching the guards conversion course.
The day I POP-ed, I went to wei lun's house before we went to bangkok.
I remembered watching GCC video over at his house.
I remembered how touching I felt when I watched the video.
How much I wanted to be a guardsman.
And today, I just rewatched all the 7 episodes of the GCC video.
It's really haunting.
To think of all the tough times in GCC.
Many times I try to put myself back into the GCC period of time.
To reflect upon my life now.
But those moments are so unique and tiring that I hardly remember them anymore.
Those feelings of uncertainty.
Those pain, those blood and those tears.
Those sand all over your body.
GCC never ends.
So far being APC3 has not been any tougher than GCC.
Maybe values I learnt in GCC will be applied when I go to Brunei again the next few months.
Suddenly think of all the tough times I had with my syndicate section.
But somehow it seems like everyone had moved on and memories of GCC 01/14 is fading quickly.
Everyone is doing their own things now.
But I really missed the 4 weeks in GCC.
Even though it was so damn tiring.
If anyone was to ask me how was GCC now, I find it hard to explain to them every single details.
Only those unique moments I can remember.
Can't wait for the september GCC to come.
And then I can relive all the memories.
Shall go and climb now~
STILL A CLIMBER.
Sunday, July 20, 2014
93/13 Commissioning Parade
Went there as a civilian.
Was stuck outside at first because we don't have tickets.
Was quite disappointed, wanted to go home already.
Then suddenly they started allowing people to go in.
But when we went in it was already march pass.
But it wasn't too late.
Watched the whole parade.
Seeing the parade as a third party feels so different.
Really feel so proud of those people who commissioned.
Who suffered 9 months and finally came out as an officer.
And when they threw their peak cap high up the sky, I suddenly think of the moment when I threw mine.
I teared a bit when I think of the 9 months in OCS.
It was really filled with ups and downs.
Waking up every morning at 0530.
Wake my buddy up.
Go brush teeth and wash face.
Fall in in RED RED.
Report strength.
Everyone feeling so down.
(SO LONG MORE TO COMMISSIONING)
Then march to cookhouse for breakfast.
Sing song as a platoon.
Felt better.
Eat breakfast, drink ice milo.
Then go back bunk to sleep.
Fall in for first activity.
Blah blah blah.
Send arms, RO at 2130 white white.
Then the last hour will be used surfing the net, or talking to friends in the bunk.
That feeling when you are part of a platoon.
That feeling when you can march side by side with 20 over people everyday.
Now it just feels weird that you're not the one in the file anymore.
You're not the one getting fucked for moving in file.
Getting screwed in outfield cause of bad SOFUN.
That feeling when it's book out time.
Change to penguin and march all the way to MPH.
Bid farewell to those taking car and continue walking to gate.
Cab home and enjoy the short weekend.
Sunday book in again.
Went into dad's car.
Sleep in the car.
See the link bridge.
Then see the SAFTI tower getting bigger and bigger.
(HOW LONG MORE MUST I DO THIS)
Dad fetch me in to carpark H (or J forget already)
Then march towards wing line.
Then go gift shop buy some stuffs.
See my friends sometime and become happier.
Then finally RO and the week starts all over again.
This life for 9months.
All compressed into the thoughts of a Officer Cadet going to commission.
And when you finally throw your peak cap, all the memories go up with it.
And you start tearing and hoping you won't leave this awesome bunch of friends in OCS.
But everyone knows that everyone will separate and all will be gone and just be memories.
It's kinda sad.
But that's life.
And now, it's time to book in.
LET'S GO!
The question that always struck me in OCS.
Why do you want to become an officer?
Was stuck outside at first because we don't have tickets.
Was quite disappointed, wanted to go home already.
Then suddenly they started allowing people to go in.
But when we went in it was already march pass.
But it wasn't too late.
Watched the whole parade.
Seeing the parade as a third party feels so different.
Really feel so proud of those people who commissioned.
Who suffered 9 months and finally came out as an officer.
And when they threw their peak cap high up the sky, I suddenly think of the moment when I threw mine.
I teared a bit when I think of the 9 months in OCS.
It was really filled with ups and downs.
Waking up every morning at 0530.
Wake my buddy up.
Go brush teeth and wash face.
Fall in in RED RED.
Report strength.
Everyone feeling so down.
(SO LONG MORE TO COMMISSIONING)
Then march to cookhouse for breakfast.
Sing song as a platoon.
Felt better.
Eat breakfast, drink ice milo.
Then go back bunk to sleep.
Fall in for first activity.
Blah blah blah.
Send arms, RO at 2130 white white.
Then the last hour will be used surfing the net, or talking to friends in the bunk.
That feeling when you are part of a platoon.
That feeling when you can march side by side with 20 over people everyday.
Now it just feels weird that you're not the one in the file anymore.
You're not the one getting fucked for moving in file.
Getting screwed in outfield cause of bad SOFUN.
That feeling when it's book out time.
Change to penguin and march all the way to MPH.
Bid farewell to those taking car and continue walking to gate.
Cab home and enjoy the short weekend.
Sunday book in again.
Went into dad's car.
Sleep in the car.
See the link bridge.
Then see the SAFTI tower getting bigger and bigger.
(HOW LONG MORE MUST I DO THIS)
Dad fetch me in to carpark H (or J forget already)
Then march towards wing line.
Then go gift shop buy some stuffs.
See my friends sometime and become happier.
Then finally RO and the week starts all over again.
This life for 9months.
All compressed into the thoughts of a Officer Cadet going to commission.
And when you finally throw your peak cap, all the memories go up with it.
And you start tearing and hoping you won't leave this awesome bunch of friends in OCS.
But everyone knows that everyone will separate and all will be gone and just be memories.
It's kinda sad.
But that's life.
And now, it's time to book in.
LET'S GO!
The question that always struck me in OCS.
Why do you want to become an officer?
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