If anyone still reads this.

Have a enjoyable


Cos its a jolly merry season! And WeiYu's on leave of course:) .

Wonderful.



Years of fantastic and splendid Christmases to everyone,
David

nobody visits this place anymore...

The Kiss

To these I turn, in these I trust-
Brother Lead and Sister Steel.
To his blind power I make appeal,
I guard her beauty clean from rust.

He spins and burns and loves the air,
and splits a skull to win my praise;
But up the nobly marching days
She glitters naked, cold and fair.

Sweet Sister grant your soldier this:
That in good fury he may feel
The body where he sets his heel
Quail from your downward darting kiss.

Flixecour, 25 April 1916
Siegfried Sassoon

A famous scotch Major lectured on the bayonet. "The bayonet and the bullet are brother and sister"

Nigel

Peektures

Greetings everyone.

Although I highly doubt that anyone (in the right mind) outside our circle of friends patronises this blog, it would be nice to have an update on how some of us look right now having gone through 6 months of NS.

the chum-ster

Inche' Foo

Smelly Fish

Jia Hao
Brendan the Clerk

Myself

Mini Nigel

And the whole lot of us (those that came; cause our dear clerk conveniently forgot to invite the rest) looking retarded!

Signing out,

Ashiq Chu

Soldier

I was what many would not want to be.

I did what few would choose to do.

Many brave men, but few daring enough to take the taunt.

While shards of metal whiz overhead,

Comrades all around fighting for dear life.

A sense of fear tingles in the air,

But with it a rather curious sensation.

A secret exclusive only to men of war.

Despite wounds scarring us at every turn,

Very few are truly fatal.

In fact, we relish in the pain, blinded by the blood of lust. Our lust for blood.

Only once in our lives will we ever feel,

Such an insatiable hunger for life.

Its a cruel game of win or lose that I choose to win,

Not for gory nor for victory, but for the prize of dying another day.

In the end I chose to pull the trigger.

I was what many would not want to be.

I did what few would choose to do.

In the end I am proud to say.

I am a soldier.

Nigel... Agressor!!!

Enough Orchard and lan!

Gentlemen, it is absolutely imperative that we break out of such a monotonous cycle. Thus, I propose (for those of you who were'nt here today) that we gather for a pot luck or something... I know it sounds like some premature bullshit, like some shit that my dad and his friends plan every month..... BUT!!!! Enough spending on exorbitant and overly-priced lifestyles. So for those of you who can make it, details!!!

Venue: Brendan's place, somewhere in Bishan. Thank you Mrs. Sieow for risking our company... haha!
Time: Dinner-ish... Maybe around 5?
Activities: Dinner and movies and just plain chilling out
Stuff to bring: Food!!! and maybe a movie or two... As for the food, we'll try to sync during the week eh?

Till then, please RSVP with brendan.
Cheers
Nigel

Alright you filthy maggots crawling in the Tekong mud, we're finally going to meet up tmr! All of us(exception of Chong, who has yet to enlist! And brendan, bloody hell dont need to shave!) will be bald with hair on our heads shorter than the hair on our... nvm.

Lets have fun!

David

Welcome to BMTC!

Been quite a while since I've contributed to this blog. And since OC (Officer Commanding, for those noobs who have still not enlisted) has clearly stated we recruits are not allowed to blog anything about army to avoid getting into any unnecessary trouble, nothing negative about the army shall be present in this post. Anyway to those who are in any way apprehensive or feeling shitty about entering army (like fish, since I've read your blog and you make it seem as though you'll die from separation from civilisation when you enlist) its really not that bad as you think.

The commanders there really genuinely do care about you although it really helps if you have really fun and lazy section mates like I do. So don't worry about army life and do bring a battery operated radio into camp if your really desperate about feeling human cos that's what we do during our admin (break) times.

And if it seems as if my language/grammer/spelling sucks real bad, yours will eventually be too cos in the army all the words you'll ever need are "cheebye" and "yes (insert rank here)". So put a smile on that face when you enlist cos you know you'll be in for something that's really not that bad after all.

And do note I'm not being sarcastic about it!

Presenting celebrity blogger, Chum!

well, since i hardly ever blog, i've got the rarity covered. i just need to work on being tardy and i'm a full fledged celeb.

anyways, a couple of things have been going on in my mind and i felt compelled to write it down. i would have done so on a more discreet location, like my now-defunct blog. however, it's now-defunct so that's a bit of a problem already. so, here i am to bare all for all to see. yay us, then.

National-Bullshit-Service
i'm fine with going to tekong i guess. as in, i know the geting screwed and fucked left right center (kinky) is a given so i can't really complain much about it. it is the army after all and everyone's going to go through it. but what bugs me most about NS is the people i'm going to miss.

okay, all you guys here, i will miss terribly. i don't even know if we'd stay in touch anymore. will we get so into our army buddies that this thing we got going on here dies off?

then there's 2 other very special people i'll miss terribly. one of which is her. we're supposed to meet again before i go in (says her) so im keeping my fingers crossed real tight. i don't know where i stand in all this, whether or not she's the one, if im doing the right thing etc, all i know is that i will dread going in, big time.

the other's this fella who i'll miss less than her, but still miss nonetheless. that fella's like my bro (from church) so that'll make going in a bummer. he's like a younger brother to me.

succinctly put, i want things to remain the way they are right now.

A level results
it just popped into my head when i was on the bus this morning; the idea that we'd get results in approximately a month's time. and naturally i got paranoid and my mind started drifting off.

what if i don't do well? what if i have to retake? what if i can't get into uni? surely, arts fact in NUS isn't that hard to get into, right? what if i do well but others don't. what should i say to them? what would the relatives say/think if i don't do as well as everyone else? what would my sis say to me? does this mean i wasted 12 years of education?

i also realised that my results has to not only live up to my expectations but to the family's as well. the family consisting of both immediate and extended family, which for my case is HUGE (the numbers, not expectation. though the expectation still is high). that just exacerbated the conundrum and its terribly depressing.

that whole episode made me feel like shit then, until now (which is why im blogging). its apparently very therapeutic to write down what you feel and pour your heat out but so far, that's just bollocks. i still feel like a lump of shit. only difference is that now, everyone who reads this KNOWS that im in essence a lump of shit with a very lengthy blog post - not very flattering.

with that, i shall take my leave and sign off. take care, all who are going in on the 9th, 10th and 11th. i will meet you in a couple of weeks.

Chum.

Our Pride and Strength

Since it's 2008 and all of us will be clothed in green before June arrives, I thought perhaps we should all remember what we are fighting for in this coming year.

Happy New Year everyone!
新年快乐！
Akemashite Omedetou Gozaimasu!
Próspero Año Nuevo!
Bonne Année!
Felice Anno Nuovo!

David