4th June 1991

Don't call me anti-social, maybe i just don't like you.
Hate me, i'll have lesser people to please.

What sounds to you like
A big load of trashy old noise
Is in fact the brilliant music of a genius.




Weijie | prozac.puppets

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

They're all after your fucking money.

Quite fucking sad isn't it?

posted @ 11:30 PM |

Saturday, October 19, 2013

This is the first time that im feeling this way. You came in time and time again and destroyed me everytime.

This time, dont. Really.

posted @ 1:21 AM |

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Yesterday was the last day I stand side by side with my brothers. The ones that fought hard for the past 9 months, the ones that took care of me and of course the rest that made it through the course.
I am proud of my platoon, we have been through blood, sweat, tears. We are the strongest platoon, always are!

My A-team! Outfield Godmode! Will always remember at taiwan, "Bro, it's damn difficult man." I tried my best went out to the field, came back camp with the welcoming arms of my brothers. That, I will never forget. Despite criticism, I still feel that we are the A-team! There is no plan B!

My Instructors and Wing Commander, they guided us, inculcated values in us that I hold on dearly to now. He inspired us with loyalty and love. Duty, honour, country. Thank you sir!

My Wing Sergeant Major was the first to salute us! I really respect him for being one of the most professional instructors around. Learned so much from him, private lessons at Taiwan taught me how to conduct activities.

265 days ago I stood on that very parade square with my balls shrunk and fearful of what's ahead. Yesterday, I marched into the parade square with pride and pledged with gusto. This parade was not for me, it was to show a big thank you to them for weekends would be meaningless without them. It was one of the happiest days of my parent's life.

Now it kinda feels empty not booking in tonight. Cant imagine the rest of the week..

posted @ 5:34 PM |

Saturday, June 09, 2012

4 more months to commission.
I must say it felt really fast but we been through a lot.
Too much too much.

I remember carrying our weapons overhead for 7 mins

I remember every single shitting session outfield

I remember always carrying the same casualties
and running to the never ending casualty point.

I remember sipping piping hot old town hazelnut coffee
outfield in the middle of the night.

I remember shouting the officer's creed
when I was stripped and iced at the end of an exercise.
My temperature was 38.9 degree celsius.

I remember when boon passed me a JCC badge
and asked me to sew it on my smartest 4 when I pass the course.
It was difficult saying goodbye.

I remember the super angsty guy
who looks like tintin

I remember holding countless hands
to pull them during route march

I remember my buddy who smelt so much of my fart
always believing that he'll go artillery.

I remember my taxi buddy
who always alight at my place to buy prata home

I remember the MG commander
who took very good care of me.

I will always remember these guys
that trained with us during service term.
Wish them all the best in artillery and air force!

In approximately 50 hours,
I'll embark on a journey to brunei
It's not gonna be easy.
Having had 2 past cases of heat exhaustion myself
and the permanent code black weather at brunei.
The last measured temperature there was 39 degrees celcius.
Considering the extended training programme,
weather and unfamiliar terrain,
it would be the toughest training ever.
Not forgetting being an appointment holder
for the final back to back mission there,
I need to perform up to expectation.

24 days of no internet,
limited phone connection,
out in the jungle.

Here I come

BMT makes friends,
OCS makes brothers.
Platoon 2nd to none!

posted @ 1:50 AM |

Saturday, February 18, 2012

It's been 5 weeks at OCS,
Yesterday I got appointed the Cadet Platoon Commander.
I really dont know if I should be happy or not.
Next week is field camp already, 10 days at tekong.
Hope my knee dont give up on me.

We Train to Fight, We Fight to Win.

posted @ 8:55 PM |

Sunday, January 08, 2012

Completed the 24km route march to the floating platform for our POP.
Before marching out to do our roar,
I looked around and thought that it could be the last time we're seeing each other.
That moment was the one I dreaded most, I nearly teared.

BMT was a truly fun and enriching experience.
For now, it's time to prepare for future challenges.
More tough times and obstacles.

Like Soldiers, March on.

posted @ 1:36 AM |

Saturday, November 19, 2011

In the early morning march,
with my field pack on my back.
with an aching in my heart,
and my shirt is full of sweat.

I'm a long long way from home,
and I miss my loved one so.
I know I know,
You have to go.
So come on home,
when the cold wind blows.

When the cold wind blows,
when the cold wind blows,
when the cold wind blows,
when the cold wind blows.

I know I know,
You have to go.
So come on home,

when the cold wind blows..

posted @ 9:05 PM |