Hi kids. Children having guns. While we are having fun.

BMT: Tekong, Falcon Coy

Training school: Stagmont Camp, Signal Institute (Siganaller Trainees School)

Unit posted: The premier Signal Battalion, 3 SIGNALS.

Specialty: Network Signal System Administrator.

Rank: Corporal

What did I learn about army:

I dont need a rank to lead. I am not an officer. I am not a sergeant. I am just a man. A normal corporal. But I dont need a rank on my shoulder or my side of my arm to show initiative, discipline, resourcefulness, quick thinking and efficiency. That is what army taught me. As much i hate to admit it. I really became a boy to young man.

In BMT, i learnt the value of time. When being late for 5 min, you would want to amputate your own arms after doing pushups forever. And watch your whole platoon do together with you just because you screwed up. That guilt.

I learnt the value of small, small things especially during the first 2 weeks confinement. The thing i missed most is .... the lift. 2 weeks of running up and down 5 stories, given barely 2 minutes to run up, fetch something and run back down and fall in like ducks waiting to be shot. I swear after my 2 weeks confinement, when I went back to my block and used the life, I feel like kissing the floor if there wasnt a pool of old ladies' saliva on it. Bloody old ladies. Do u know there is a covert operation in the U.S. to convert old ladies into fuel? Yes. Excellent, americans. Liquify OLD LADIES AND CONVERT THEM INTO FOSSIL FUEL! Now all the youths will be rejoycing so that they wont have to do projects on Ageing Populations for social studies. High five kids. Die fools.

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Sorry got carried away. I was kidding, of course. Anyways, yes, the lift. And many more like the washing machine, water heater, toilet seat, unlimited tissue supply at home, comfy bed and pillows. All these minute details that we so easily just overlook in our mundane civilian lives will be remembered when the sweat drops at slow motion from your face to the ground (when doing push ups. Once our sergeant pumped us because he was sick of looking at the sun rising from the east, and because we failed to make it rise from the west the next morning.) Happy days.

After BMT, i went to signals and specialized in Information Technology. Basically at my peak of my performance, I learnt the knowledge to grasp the whole of signal network in my hands. I learnt a whole new knowledge, IT. I realized the importance of my role in the most powerful weapon of any army: information. Not only that, the knowledge i learnt can be applied to the civilian world. It is a highly relevant knowledge, once i despised it as I thought only geeks studied it and fell in love with. But after i understood it and learnt to appreciate it, i realized ... its more boring than i thought it was. Hehe. But who cares. That knowledge is powerful.

Yup, I am grateful all the things that I learnt in army. Character Strengthening and IT. I am gald that I didnt end up in infantry or something, where I cant utilise the things I learnt there outside in the civilian world.

Yup, any questions? Even you have, I wont answer them. Why? Ord Lo.

Ok, about anyways about the girl I loved. I already confessed to her. Serious. Why now? Then when? Yes, I may be contradicting from what I said in my previous entries in http://www.blind-blade.blogspot.com/. Earlier I was rambling about finishing my studies, get rich and then confess and everyone lives happily ever after. But I began to look realistically. Yes, I believed. Despite the odds, I believe. That is my strength. The power of beating the odds. It only occurs to rebels to defy the rules. All of you good boys marry your mommy's choice. I dont want to wait and wait and finally see her being married to some geek and then wipe a tear in the backstage in the future. Dudes. This about my love, I confessed asap since i started looking at the big picture. I let her know now when she is still single and not intereted in anyone. The ball is in her court now. Time will tell. She told me to just remain friends and keep my options open to others. Unlike emo peopl who will scream " NOooooooooooooooooooooo" in slow mo .... I just said "Ok, fair enough, once I have forgotten my feelings for you; I will concentrate on my studies and get to know u better plainly as a friend and get to know other girls also." So both win-win situation. Sorry emo fags, I am a hitokiri. Aku Soku Zan. Slay Evil Immediately. I feel much free and relaxed, the confession lasted less than 20 min but I feel much much better even though i was rejected. Die Fools. Aku Soku Zan. [Ben congratulated me that I had the sitaution under control]. Hehe. Ben, we are both survivors of the Tokugawa Era. It takes more than a drunk Sameera to dodge a gatotsu, or prevent being cleaved into two by my battoujutsu.

Either way, I am in no state for a relationship now. I am going to study like how an adult should. Workaholic and boring. Yup. Grind these four years. Get a good degree and the world is mine. Well maybe not, but you get the picture. I shall sweat it out and recover my losses of not going local U. At first, I was in an uncotrollable rage and killed anyone when they asked where I was going to study. But life is about acceptance. I accepted my path. From a merciless hitokiri I cooled down back to the harmless Rurouni. Now I gotta make the best out of it.

Yes, The sword plays a part in a duel. But, the primary factor is still the swordsman's skill and mental strength. Yes, I am a Rurouni. But once, I was a hitokiri. A legend. Dont push me to kill.