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3 May 2015:

Advice for people enlisting soon.

Disclaimer: although I have completed my BMT, I am not 100% well-versed about it. My experiences may differ from what you would encounter subsequently, and different companies have different ways of doing things.

To those who hate NS

Remedy: suck it up. Seriously. You and I could go on and on about why NS is stupid / boring / waste of time and no one would win. Ultimately, if you choose to go in with the worst preconceptions of army, chances are, they'll all come true.

It's true that after living 18+ years as a civilian, 99% of people won't want such a drastic change in their life. But the fact is, you are a Singaporean and you have a duty towards your country. Instead of whining, try and appreciate the good of NS.

And no, that wasn't sarcastic. There are actually a few benefits of NS, the most obvious one being you get to meet more people (but sadly they're all males). During BMT, I got to interact with all kinds of people and shatter some stereotypes that I had.

For example, my BMT company had smokers and people with tattoos. The stereotype would be that these people are gangsters and whatnot. The fact is, those that I worked with have shown themselves to be responsible and well-mannered.

For me this was real-life experience. Also, you get to meet people of different temperament. One thing I can't deny is vulgarities are flying everywhere in the army so get used to it. However, even then those who curse a lot may actually be kind-hearted.

I worked with someone who was (or could be) rather foul-mouthed, where he shouted CCB from inside the armskote so loudly that so many outside turned heads. But, he is very cooperative, responsible and a fun person to talk to.

So you could use BMT to experience interacting with people from all walks of life. And for those planning to do business next time, hey, here's a god-given bunch of lobang for you (if you befriend them all).

There are many other benefits which I won't bother to raise. It's up to you to find out for yourself and experience, just like every other guy before you, father and/or brother included, what NS has in store.

That said, if you're still so hardcore against NS, then too bad. Because like it or not, you still have to serve. (Unless you go AWOL then I say what big balls you have.) The two years are fixed: what's left variable is your attitude towards it.

My BMT buddy was one such guy who never failed to look on the bad side of BMT. No matter how relaxed our BMT was compared to other companies (through word-of-mouth comparisons), he always picked on things to whine about.

And I dare say he enjoyed BMT less than me. Whilst it's true that BMT isn't a joyride the whole time, you can get good memories out of it. (Yet, there were days where I was so angry I vented it on my metal cupboard. Oops.)

Also: the more you think of ORD, the slower time passes. #truestory, trust me. So in conclusion, don't think too much, try not to hate NS and appreciate it.

To those who don't have a clue of what to expect

Oh bother. Nothing says yay more than a bunch of clueless recruits on enlistment day, some parts scared and some parts blur. But fret not even if you are one of them. You'll still survive at the end of the day. Hopefully.

But here's the deal: be more proactive about things (without being wayang). Try to find out what's going on in advance, so that you don't act like a cock. Of course at the start commanders will babysit you but don't take it for granted.

Also, try not to be a burden to your section or even platoon. No one likes these people, that make the whole group get punished, especially if the mistake could be avoided. Usually what it takes is a bit more diligence and responsibility and all is well.

To those who die die want to go OCS

I'm not saying that such thoughts are wrong, but first ask yourself why you want to go there. Is it because of the rank, the prestige? If so, then give it up. People like these don't deserve OCS because they only do it for superficial gains.

Bear in mind that OCS (or even SCS) is a leadership school, i.e. it trains leaders and commanders. No doubt there are added perks or statuses but these should be subservient to what actually matters: leadership.

Also, there's really no point wayang-ing if you have no substance. Ultimately during peer appraisal your name will sink to the bottom and you'll still say bye-bye to command school. Due to your wayang-ness you may even get others punished.

In BMT my section had a guy who liked to wayang and show his capabilities. At first I got annoyed but later on I accepted his behaviour. Why? Because he really was capable. Despite his theatrics, he managed to get things done well.

So at the end of the day, if you want to wayang just so that commanders can notice you more, then make sure you have something to prove yourself with. They may purposely put you in the hot seat to test you, and if you melt then too bad.

To those who are afraid of insects

Field camp will teach you well, *smirk*. But honestly though, nowadays I hardly scream when I see all sorts of weird insects. Except if they fly straight into my face, but that's more of fear of the unknown.

Nevertheless if you get stung by poisonous ones like centipedes please sound off, don't garang your way through. Otherwise, soon you'll be immune to beetles, spiders, ants and what not.

Sidetrack: during field camp I was made to prone by a tree. At its roots there was a whole empire of insects, crawling all about. (I think what I saw was only its customs checkpoint.) Instead of screaming, I was somehow fascinated by it and stared on ... until I nearly forgot to move off. But that when I knew I'm not that afraid anymore.

To those who are blur about ranks

It's very true  that rank is a piece of cloth and respect is what's needed to be gained from people. However rank exists for a reason in the army, no matter what. It still indicates the hierarchy of command and control.

During the first few days there'll surely be people made to drop 20 because they call their platoon commanders (i.e. lieutenants) as 'sergeant' not 'sir'. I think of it not so much of a malicious punishment, but just a simple reminder.

Basically, for BMT, just remember that you'll see a lot of three Vs, which are Third Sergeants (3SG). A roof over them Vs = 2SG, a 'legit' platoon sergeant. Then there's one (or two) bars, which are your (second / full) lieutenants. And three bars make a captain.

Other than these, take your time to familiarise yourself with the many other ranks along the way. But a safe rule of thumb is to call anyone you don't know as 'sir'. If he's really a commissioned officer then you nailed it. If he's a WO then you just made him feel shiok.

But whatever you do please don't call a major (with one crab) as encik ... #truestory (not to me though). The major didn't mind but it was embarrassing, to say the least.

Other general advice

1. Try not to lose your phone. Or wallet. Or any other valuable. Please. The standard protocol would be to conduct a stand-by-universe, which means emptying ALL your belongings to let commanders search through them.

Trust me, it's not a nice experience, especially since you weren't the one who lost the stuff.

2. Discipline is going to be strictly enforced in the army so live with it, especially if you've been a 'free spirit' all this while. For me I had a strict upbringing so there wasn't much issue but for others they certainly needed time to adjust.

3. BMT, like it or not, is like primary school. Therefore you are treated as babies, even though you may be older than some commanders. Just suck it up; they are bound by orders to do certain things as well, so as to ensure the welfare (or safety) of recruits.

Only after BMT when you move to units or command school that more freedom comes in. But of course that's when you prove that you have earned the added liberties given to you by showing basic discipline. And remember not to abuse it.

4. Never disrespect your commanders. Never talk back to them. Like it or not these commanders have gone through more tough training than you recruits, and therefore they deserve some basic respect as a leader.

Also, it's better to be safe than sorry but never get too friendly with them. (Especially since getting too friendly may cause you to be rude to them, hence disrespecting them.) Some don't mind but others expect a line drawn between recruits and commanders.

5. Throughout BMT you'll learn lots of stuff. It's your choice whether you want to remain as a passive student or active one. Probe actively: 'why is the weapon designed like that, not this other way?'

If you meet good commanders, they will be more than happy to share their knowledge with you, like what my BMT platoon sergeant did. Through this, you also feel a sense of accomplishment that you are in control of your learning instead of being force-fed.


I guess that's pretty much what I have to advise, based on what I've been through. I wanted to wax lyrical about how awesome my BMT company is (because it really is), but I guess such memories should be left personal.

You can't choose which company you end up with but from now till then, pray that you get a good company helmed by a good and caring OC. And a good buddy. Then BMT life should be a wonderful experience on the whole.


If you, who are growing up, do not understand that you have got to defend this, then I say in the end, we will lose. Other people will come, smack you down, take it over. -- Lee Kuan Yew, 1967.

29 April 2015:

I haven't heard such words in quite a while.

Today I was again accused of being gay, 'You must be gay!', after a very long while. For at least the time in JC, I was spared of these remarks which I previously received. However, today those familiar remarks came again.

It first started when I was talking to CK about theatre, since we both were interested in it. Then R decided to add that theatre was for gays, which were people 'like him', i.e. me. And yep, that was the first blow of how thespians are gay, with specific reference to me.

Then M decided to draw upon his knowledge of digit ratio and checked the ratio of my ring to index finger. After which, he declared: 'That's it! You must be gay!' To be honest, by then I was pretty depressed. Maybe you may think I'm just sensitive but it brought back memories.

I just hope that people realise that sometimes their words may actually hurt. And that they could refrain using bigoted language and generalisations such as how theatre is only for gays. Now I'm better but just now I was honestly upset.


15 February 2015:


We were assembled at the training shed near the ELISS centre, formed up in our details. This was necessary because the new 3-station IPPT had push-ups, which required assistants. Therefore every detail of 16 would be spilt into 8-8, where 8 do push-ups first and the other 8 assisted.

Whilst waiting, a large black crow swooped down onto a tiny mynah (?). Pretty soon the mynah was dead. It landed on the floor opposite the training shed. The crow started plucking its feathers and began pecking at it to eat.

Comments started to develop. 'How gruesome!' 'This isn't right!' 'Birds eat birds?!'

I hastened to label them as 'ignorant', but then realised that I couldn't blame them. It wasn't their fault, since most probably didn't take bio. And even those that did, what we were taught in bio was that 'birds eat worms'.

Therefore, many would still be surprised at such scenes. However, nature isn't that pretty. People aren't kidding when they say it's a dog-eat-dog world out there. By out there they mean whatever natural habitat there is.

Too often we view rose-tinted glimpses of nature and imagine that to be the norm, to be what things actually are. Few, myself included, get to see the real beauty of nature. Of course, some wouldn't call it beauty once they see it.

To those who still don't believe in evolution and/or survival of the fittest, the nice thing about it is that such processes continue to take place whether or not people believe in it. Sort of like gravity.

Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure people are going to accuse me once they see the phrase 'survival of the fittest'. Probably something like, 'oh, so this guy is going to do whatever it takes to achieve his goals'. But no, that's a fallacy. Survival of the fittest doesn't mean that you have to necessarily put others down, at least amongst humans, to succeed. Since the fittest survive, how about helping others be fit as well?

IPPT was conducted in the late afternoon; before that we had two hours of admin time which I spent unwisely by surfing the net. I tried to nap when it was too late, and woke up feeling very groggy. As such I told YK that I wouldn't do my best this IPPT.

But somehow during the push-ups and sit-ups, seeing my improvement made me slightly more motivated. It was all up to the run now. The 2.4 km run consisted 3 rounds around the grey track. I was pressured to at least maintain my previous timing or even improve.

Thankfully, I did the latter. My timing improved by half a minute, and I broke the <11:00 barrier. Surprisingly, I didn't feel as exhausted as previous runs, in which I really felt like I would collapse. Till today I still don't know how I did it.

Perhaps this was a sign of my increased stamina. If so, then I am very happy as this means my efforts of the past few weeks have paid off. Nowadays when running cadence run, I am able to keep up the (albeit slow) pace and sing loudly.

I don't know when the next IPPT is, but I would again hope that my run timing would again improve. The only thing I'm afraid now is the disappointment if it doesn't. 期望越高,失望越大。

IPPT ended late, especially since there was a problem with the machine at the end. By the time we went back to company line, it was 1730. The instruction from Sgt V was to fall-in by 1755. During the 25m, we had to shower, change and pack our book-out items.

I supposed this was a 'pressing situation'. And indeed, I started to see the true colours of some people. They started to show their true selfish selves. Even before we were dismissed, these people started to inch towards our bags, which were all placed together.

They took their own bags and left the minute we were free to move. Usually, the unwritten 'procedure' would be that people nearer to the bags would simply take a few at once, especially for the section. Others would simply make their way up.

People had a give-and-take attitude towards this approach; generally the people helping to take would be different so no one ended up taking for others always. Yet on that day, those people couldn't care less about others.

They only bothered about their bags, their own bags. Actually I had expected it from most of them, since previously they had already shown their selfish sides. However, I was rather disappointed  to see a 'newcomer', and that he was from my section.

Of course, as a realist I understand that it is impossible for a whole platoon to be unselfish. There will always be such people. As such I am only thankful to the large unselfish majority. To the selfish few, karma will strike; or maybe you're terribly blessed.

I could go on, but enough is enough. Disclaimer no. 2 would be that I am of course selfish at times too, but since entering army I honestly try to help out whenever possible. Occasionally I don't due to laziness (not malice), which I know isn't exactly excusable. But I try.



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