Just caught Star Trek. I think it's a good movie, beautifully shot and art directed in general. Its got great colours, and due to the lighting effects, seems almost like a painting at times. No kidding. I almost believed my coke had traces of LSD in it at the start of the film.

So anyways... I suspect the director of photography has a slight...infatuation with lensflares of the anamorphic kind. I can almost imagine him in the post production stage where he's just screaming and throttling the lighting technicians, "BRIGHTER! BRIGHTER DAMN YOU WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE! Can't you see its a bridge scene? With two people talking about losing their loved ones?! SAD SCENE. LENSFLARE. WE NEED LENSFLARE. The toilet scene too when he's pissing! LENSFLARE the &^%#& out of it! We need to flare the stream of piss, even the shit needs its own flare! I want blue and yellow ones to go with all the red in the uniforms!"

I mean, why go through all that effort to composite in pretty backgrounds and implement rich and detailed set design into a production that ends up 'simplifying' the image with tonnes of, I dare say, unwarranted lighting effects? It technically reframes all the shots that I think were fine to begin with(making it unnecessarily tighter and almost uncomfortable at times), having faces and body parts cut or obscured by saturated lines running across the entire length of the frame, forcing my eyes around all the time. It almost makes me want to believe that the raw footage was poorly shot, and needed some sort of after-effects to draw the attention away from all the 'ugly detail'. Maybe they needed a handy, clever way to harmonise the many colours appearing throughout the film. Either way, I thought it could have been done more subtly. Personally, I thought all the lensflare-less shots were really fantastic, offering some much needed visual "breathing room" between the spasm inducing action sequences.

Anyway. Extreme use of lensflares aside (which I am obviously, shamelessly a big fan of) it was still a very nice movie for me, and I think even non-trekkies (like myself!) should go watch it!


cheers,
Kai

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Saturday, November 11 2006 [04:00pm].

The Infernal Question:

Answer this, please:

"From an academic and purely technical viewpoint. What is the: Ukitakumuki touch/flourish/look/feel/thing, that so many have come to describe. What makes it different? At least in the eyes of the few?

Clearly, what evokes sensations in someone not necessarily has to set off the same sparks in another, and I so dearly wish to know what it is you guys see in my stuff. The bad, the good,everything... please! What identifies with you, and more importantly, what defines my work, in your many eyes.

Thanks all, .





An Explanation
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///begin rantsmission

Firestarter
I've recently looked at my stuff over in severe disdain... am I burning out? There are so many ideas in my head just raring to be drawn, painted, pooped.., which according to some of my good pals, is due to 'stifled creativity' because of my conscription/mandatory military fricken servitude to the Republic of Singapore Air Forces and lack of my old formal, slacker, content, [stable] lifestyle. Whatever. The point is that its so difficult for me to get all those ideas down, for some reason. A mental block perhaps? A lack of direction, maybe.

Loosing Focus
Everytime I start a personal piece, it starts with at least 5-6 separate speed paintings, of which each spawns 5 others. I'm sure in that sea of scumpaintings, there are those that warrant saving or a continued, fully explored 'life'... but strangely enough it also points me back to one sad fact I've had to live with, and that is my very unstructured and loose-cannon approach to the way I do my work. Spontaneous, some might call it.

The problem is... the sheer addiction and nature of speed painting means in the same amount of time it takes a normal-painting to succeed; the speed-painter has probably achieved 4 separate variants of the core theme. This can go two ways: one, you heartily enjoy and relish in the moment of freedom to express, and learn...

...or Two, you feel completely shat because you just successfully took the red pill (or was it blue?) and went apeshit with the idea in your head initially, loosing focus and ultimately, VISION.

Character
Personally and frankly speaking, aside from concept art that I wholesomly enjoy, fine-illustration wise, I always seem to have this evil habit of being impassioned with a certain theme, in the spur of the moment type situations, nontheless.

Then it all falls to pieces with the whole "omg this horse looks.. like a DRAGON.. omgwtf... lets try.. a tail... hehehh- oh look! that cloud.. a neon missile frigate..no..a happy meal." NOW as far as I know, I don't have an attention deficiency disorder... but for those who know me, I am definetely very jumpy and perhaps overly playful with ideas and concepts. Just wondering how things will look, turn out, feel... that is a really intense sensation that always sets me back a little, and I constantly have to catch myself before I go off the deep end on something. And, as easy as I get passionate about something, I blow cold, as soon as I stem my own yearning for that pleasure. Does that suck or what.

Unless guided by a decent Brief, or some measure of vision and direction, I find it hard to make meaningful work. Did I just state the bloody obvious? I guess it does to most of you. Maybe I'm just being retarded at this point in my life. No points for guessing why.

Your imaginary friends.

Tuesday, August 1, 2006 [04:40pm].

Last journal entry was in what.. April? Ahaha...in the blink of an eye.. 3 months has whizzed on by! Just like that! Brings a smile to my haggard face everytime i think about it.

Life's not that great right now and for a good year to come, but it sure is better than when I was a trainee. You just...adapt. Sooon.... i can taste my pink IC.. i bet it tastes like... p-plastic. Yeeaah.

Lots of work to do now, keeping me occupied and well.. satisfied.. and the Imaginary Friends are doing impeccably well. Well not THAT well i guess.. but well enough to be in-ze-credibul-y proud of. Hell yeah! Cant wait for the other 3 to get back from Comiccon.. so far via messaging, ive heard their share of gleeful meetings with legends of the trade.. exchanging sketches [damn Kendrick] with some industry Titans... being overwhelmed and overwhelming in return Real proud of you guys..! If only I could've been there. They return tomorrow. Cant wait till this friday for my bookout

meh,
Kai



Your imaginary friends.

Saturday, April 1, 2006 [05:27pm].

Its been such a long time! We are now the 1 week old crewmen of Alpha flight The new trainees for Bravo flight are in, and its true what everyone says. Don't compare the requirements or the life.. or you'll just end up depressed even more. lol. My "lucky" friend.. if you want to call him that.. didn't make the grade to graduate and was booted to Bravo.. another 3 months of trainee life for him. (seeing how they just march everywhere for a start.. not treated and running everywhere like dogs with battle gear... and end the day at 5 when we do it at 8...it just doesn't make any sense!!! its supposed to be the same !!! what the!!why the hell were we doing that then!!! bastards!!#*^!@!!!!!!!) If thats his trainee life.. i wonder whats unit lifestyle awaits him when he passes out from course.. they get nights out and games all the time WTF OK STOP THE COMPARISON STOP THE COMPARISON MUST STOP..MUST STOP.. BREATHE... *paper bag*

Its tough being in Alpha. Everyones a maniac. If there was a distance one could walk.. an Alpha would rather sprint it. Bleh. Thankfully the events unfolding fter the past journal entry helped make me numb to most of that Sigh sigh. Its great to have seniors who have been there and done it all to tell you that its NEVER ALL RIGHT.. lol... haha... ahahaha-

"So guys.. any of you know where you're posted? 163SQN? *grins* Haha.. its fine once you get used to it. Just dont end up in Alpha or you'll never get used to it. haha..wah that one jialat...ahaha.. " -AFS instructor 3 months ago.

whatever. fuck all that, i hope everyones having a great weekend. Its Spring now, and sometime Autumn next year, im going to have myself many weekends to remember once i ORD.

Buh bye for now!

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Saturday, March 18, 2006 [01:49pm].

We survived SUMEX. We took pics (which we cant share sadly), we cussed and swore and trucked on and we made it through. We graduate in 6 days.

...only to remember we are Alpha Flight, the one flight to rule them all... the flight that cares so much about image it borders on being insipid. what a dismal life we are going to have for the next year an a half. Every senior and superior is joking about our bad fortune. We have loads of stuff coming up for us that we would have broken our limbs just to get out of if we had known earlier... too late for that now!

Final weeks are crew placement selection weeks, swapping roles for 'the greater good of the sqn'...Got 'promoted/replaced' to crew chief cause some mofite EX CREW CHIEF LOST IT during SUMEX, had my loader driver title removed as a result and given to someone else who cant drive for FUCKSHIT. "Hey Kai, i know what i promised you about being a driver, since you drivers are so good, you'll be even better as a crew chief.. now no driver can smoke past you! haha!" ... i sure wasn't laughing. To add insult to injury.. guess where mr ImsogoodatbeingaSCREWchief is now? IN MY CREW ... TO REMIND ME THAT IM HERE CAUSF$%#$&!#&

I'm not going to explain what a crew chief does, so I'll leave it to your imaginations. 1.5 years of responsibility that i've been trying to escape... the irony... sigh.. all i wanted was some freedom and peace of mind... man i need to get back to studio life...

Think I'll end here for today. Peace outside.

Kai

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Saturday, March 04, 2006 [07:56am].

Deployment was BAD... it was craptastic every way I look at it. Peeling skin, cuts and splinters in places you never even knew existed, swollen bloody lips from the 20 hour days under the suns watchful eye...heat exhaustion and losing it is a sorta fun experience i must say Bright coloursssss, happy endorphins flood in, this dry, cheesy feeling in your mouth as you start smiling to yourself and start fumbling with everything you do haha

Oh well, THAT was over 2 weeks ago. We survived that and tasted what it was like firsthand, the culmination of the past 2 months' efforts in the classroom, hangars and tarmac itself. I think we did very well for a first time crew ^_^

The past 2 weeks were slow paced, with the training headed mostly for the classroom.

But tomorrow marks the end of it all. Even with 3 more weeks to go till my graduation as an ADWO trainee[Air Def Wpn Opr/ Launcher crewman/Loader Driver] most of us just literally lose it at the sound of "deployment"... or better still.. 'SUMEX'.

SUMEX. SUMmaryEXercise. The deployment to end all deployments for a trainee. Our evaluation, our hopes, our last good show. 4 days 3 nights of endless turnouts, odd hour sentry duty, round the clock torture to create a ficticious 'high pressure' environment. A deployment site far away from our base, difficult terrain to deploy... REDEPLOYMENTS (if we dont meet timings, or if they just want another one.. at another location...)... more torture sessions.. more running... hundreds of metres of cable pulling, ripping your flesh on nuts and bolts and hydraulic pistons as we race to deploy a air defence outpost under timing. Its a known fact that the summary exercise is maybe 10 times worser than the technical deployment we almost didn't survive.

But when I do, and when I come back home next week... no one is going to stand between me and my 500ml- no, make that 1500ml of premium Gelare ice cream. No one >: O

So, from tuesday to friday, 7th to 10th of March 2006, for those who are; when you are enjoying a life that only you can enjoy, do think of poor Kai crying in despair under the the terrifying days, the hellish nights and the falling sky. Thanks if you can, and thonks if you can't

Soon.. soon I'll be back at my table at IFS, the sun rays shining through the shutters in the early morning, the quiet hum of the air conditioner positioned right above my head, the whirr of the cooling unit in my PC... the endless sliding and clicks of a wacom stylus as it makes its journey across miles and miles of tablet space Home again. Yay.

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Saturday, Febuary 11, 2006 [11:57pm].

Hi all,

past month has been fairly eventful... passed my tests, no screwups... LOVED the missile loader lessons (its a cute 8 wheeled tank that has a hydraulic superstructure capable of manipulating and carrying 3 enormous missiles)... AND IM 1 OF 4 SELECTED DRIVERS MWAHAHAHA!!!!!

The Bad: The course has been extended for the 18 of us because of administration disorder and general poor weather this time of year. Our first 'Technical Deployment' is up next week: our first taste of what it will be like in a standard scale deployment of a anti air battery/firing unit... the whole motherload of equipment hooked up and rolling out! Timed deployment of the entire integrated system ensures a good free flow of vulgarities, helmet smacking, pushups and SBO runs. (skeleton battle order.. all your gear minus the field pack that has administrative equipment; nonessential for direct combat) ;'( ESPECIALLY SINCE WE DONT KNOW OUR STUFF WELL ENOUGH T_T Well... we'll learn during the deployment itself...

3D2N of 3 hour sleep days, lessons and physical machine operation and tests, night training, guard shifts... asshole mofite commanders who love to burn your fat for you because you just.aren't.good.enough.

Well, like they all say.. better to learn and get screwed now during training, then fail your country and family once you are branded an operator and watcher of the skies...

...sigh.

On a brighter note... SINCE WE ARE A PRIVILEDGED FEW, WE GET TO SLEEP IN FIELD SHELTERS AND SAFARI BEDS NOW!!! UNDER THE STARS BABY!!!!! HAHAHA NO MORE SANDY MUDDY WET BASHAS NO MORE FUCKING SHITTY BASHAS BABYYYYYYYYY YEEEEHOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 im going to have so much fun with my xylem sticks MAHAHAHA

BAI AND TAKKARE
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Sunday, January 8, 2006 [09:21 am].

i miss life @ IFS.. i miss being a civillian I miss fatty duck rice for lunch, and rich foods for dinner, and hawker fare and fresh brewed tea in the chilling mornings overlooking a quiet morning intersection at the office front (actually that only happened once when I overnighted )...

...

The food is getting lousier (i think its due to the increasing number of personnel on base), the training, tougher and more mentally taxing... physically draining... practical test after theoratical test after te-

Its like taking my GCE 'o' all over again, with added physical duress... and we are just scraping the surface of this technology and operating principles... how do the seniors do it T_T

Hope we get there as a Flight together, so we can settle into the days, months ahead. Life should be better then I hope :\

Till then,
Bai, Kai.

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Sunday, January 1, 2006 [12:45 am].

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!!!!!!11 Best wishes and hopes to everyone for the coming year of work and play

...I just finished my second week in my airforce posting as an anti-air missile battery crewman/operator... (i think thats as much as i can freely admit )

Trainee life sucks (and will be suckin) for the next 3 months or so... its like going back to school all over again... heaps of manuals and books, tech specs, weapon-systems/operating science and so on... Even as a mecha fan.. this is a bit much.

The base im at is far from home, and the condition of everything is just pitiful. Not to mention being situated right next to a cemetary. My first day on base was truly depressing.. everyone wore a blank look, myself included. As we were introduced to the depressing environment, the shock of being involved with so much high level equipment (at least in my opinion) kind of scared us.

With nothing to do aside from training, nowhere to go... I hope the three months pass eventfully.. so we can start bringing in the portable TVs and games

At least the food is marvelous. (no, seriously. it is. its bloody gewd )

Have a brilliant start to the new year, everybody.

Kai, out!

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Friday, December 16, 2005.

My Posting Orders:

You are posted to : AFS.
2. Your vocation is AIR DEF WPN OPR.
3. Your are to report to: Air Force School, Multi-Purpose Hall.

Im just terribly, terribly happy that i didnt see Rifleman or Guardsman. That will be all

And I don't think I mind handling $$$ equipment. Sooo mechaaaa... soooo sexxxyyyyyy...

70kg man-pack detachment route march yayyy!11

kaiman, out!

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Sunday, Nov 20, 2005.

2 MORE WEEKS TO P O P!!!!!!!! (passing out parade /graduation from Basic!)

Handgrenade throw day was exciting as hell. I remember sitting in our detail level as the commanders did demonstrations with the practice grenades (essentially one that doesn't explode, but has a detonating core which makes an internal explosion that sounds like a rifle round.) As details were called to double down to the grenade bays/range, many were getting anxious and the amount of people visiting the loo was starting to get unhealthy. (people like me, hehe)

Just as the 7th detail was tossing out the one of its practice grens, a tremendous groundshaking "CHOOM" was heard, you could imagine the bloody vibrations up your spine. Everyones jaw just dropped. Lame Terran-related Starcraft jokes were murmured in the last rows. The first live grenade was thrown by detail one, down the hill and in the bay area.

The details that were over and done with definetely looked a whole lot different than those who just drew live steel balls of doom. Grinning like monkeys, and on a kind of high which is common for a "cherry boy" recruit. And i thought rifle range was exhilarating at the time! Its so true what says.. "every experience in the army is relative, you'll see!" The bugger was an anti armour launcher commander during his NS days. I wonder what firing THAT was like XD "rifle no kick liao, boss!"

Heres hoping for a smooth transition out of my Basic training, getting a unit that I wont be suffering in lol... arghh, so many things to think of, so little time. I wish so badly for time for myself...!

I miss the studio, I envy the guys, I cherish the life... the life outside!

Have one for the people who suffer so others may not! cheers and goodnight everyone! see you soon.
Kai
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Thursday, Nov 3, 2005.

Hi ya all, its been awhile! The last 2 days were gladly spent as a free man, did some work for the boys at IFS, and ranted to them about army life as usual.

Will be in a fairly anxious state, packing up and checking stores for my 7 day outfield camp which begins on saturday. So many stories from friends in other companies who have lived to tell the tale lol. Strangely, most just... do not want to talk about it. mmm.. <_< PLEASE OH MIGHTY RAIN DEITY DON'T LET IT POUR T_T

At 3 this morning, there was a long, drawn-out, silent lightning storm in my vicinity; I found myself admiring it from the sofa near the window -visually spectacular, the sensation calming... the many shades of turqoise and deep blues that can be found in the overcast skies, especially when they lit up, silhouetted clouds and 'overbright blooms' remind me of firing at the Night Range with earplugs on, tracers bursting into flames on the embankment.

Funny, I remember feeling the same way at the firing range at night, when we moved into the firing chamber. The sky was so clear, unlike being on the mainland. Beautiful wispy clouds and a clear sky that seemed to reach on forever. Strange how so much peace can be found in the most violent moments. (maybe i was just too shagged out to think. )

Take it easy everyone, for I sure am not! haha
Kai

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Sunday, Oct 16, 2005.

It's been ages since i updated my journal! Hi to all, and thanks for the visits while I was away Where do i start... army life sucks to the core. I entered on the 9th for the PTP/BMT Enhanced (Leadership) batch. PTP means Physical Training Phase, BMT means Basic Military Training.

That means I have been a bad boy and not moved a muscle for the last 5 years of my life and im paying for it muscle ache by muscle ache. To think I used to be able to do 8 pullups at least. Now i am a 'Zero Fighter'. Take a guess, you can't land too far off.

So anyways, its been 5 weeks already -and i am done with my PT Phase. Just ended my first week of Basic Training. The pace has really picked up! Alot of us get sick often, and I had a fever on thursday which I trained through with the aid of some panadol. Bad move.

Now, on my bookout, I'm stuck at home, too weak and spewing water and chunks to even pop by the IFS studio to play Winter Assault with the guys. To add insult to injury, visiting the Medical Officer at camp is a risky endeavour altogether. Depending on their mood(s), you get varying levels of treatment and 'training excuse' levels, which in turn grants you the crappy 'Men of (medical)Status' title. You clean and do fatigue work because you cant train with the others.. AND you have to make up for it on your weekends, when everyone else books out.

That explains why I didn't want to miss my route march and Close combat training.. it was fun spewing up rice vermicelli with half digested curry sauce everywhere before my section commander could ask "Is anyone feeling unwell at this junctu-"

Its good to endure. I'm still quite unfit, so i hope to pass my Physical Proficiency test at the end of the course. If by some miracle i do exceedingly well, I might even consider Command School.

Truth be told, my journey in NS is still hazy, and I don't know what I want yet. Military police or Transport line sounds great though. (Im a practical person , I don't care for titles or status, and i just want my NS to be over with so I can get back to a civillian life. )

Sigh! Everytime I put my head down at nights, I think of all the things I didn't cherish fully as a civillian in the enjoyable months before my enlistment. I surely enjoyed the life, just felt I couldve loved it a bit more. Not having dirty rifle grease stained hands and standing under hot running water is an incredible luxury. I love my toilet alot more now, and my bed.. oh.. my bed..

Till next bookout then.

PS: Thanks for all the Halara-ing Gama ta ola to them. I will learn to enjoy my rape sessions in time to come

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Hey everyone,

On the 9th of September this year, I will be entering the national military service for Singapore (a mandatory conscription lasting 2 years). Looking forward to the sights, smells (or not) and of course, the experiences of an 'army life'.

I guess its not as harsh as before, with a shorter service term (used to be 2 and a HALF years for ppl like .. counting my generation as really lucky!) and the promise of a 'welfare-oriented organisation' <---- according to most current and recent-serving guys, its plain bollocks

Apparently, as long as your supervisors have any form of imagination whatsoever, "welfare" is easily reinterpreted in many delightful forms.



Your imaginary friends.

Sunday, January 8, 2006 [09:21 am].

i miss life @ IFS.. i miss being a civillian I miss fatty duck rice for lunch, and rich foods for dinner, and hawker fare and fresh brewed tea in the chilling mornings overlooking a quiet morning intersection at the office front (actually that only happened once when I overnighted )...

...

The food is getting lousier (i think its due to the increasing number of personnel on base), the training, tougher and more mentally taxing... physically draining... practical test after theoratical test after te-

Its like taking my GCE 'o' all over again, with added physical duress... and we are just scraping the surface of this technology and operating principles... how do the seniors do it T_T

Hope we get there as a Flight together, so we can settle into the days, months ahead. Life should be better then I hope :\

Till then,
Bai, Kai.

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Sunday, January 1, 2006 [12:45 am].

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!!!!!!11 Best wishes and hopes to everyone for the coming year of work and play

...I just finished my second week in my airforce posting as an anti-air missile battery crewman/operator... (i think thats as much as i can freely admit )

Trainee life sucks (and will be suckin) for the next 3 months or so... its like going back to school all over again... heaps of manuals and books, tech specs, weapon-systems/operating science and so on... Even as a mecha fan.. this is a bit much.

The base im at is far from home, and the condition of everything is just pitiful. Not to mention being situated right next to a cemetary. My first day on base was truly depressing.. everyone wore a blank look, myself included. As we were introduced to the depressing environment, the shock of being involved with so much high level equipment (at least in my opinion) kind of scared us.

With nothing to do aside from training, nowhere to go... I hope the three months pass eventfully.. so we can start bringing in the portable TVs and games

At least the food is marvelous. (no, seriously. it is. its bloody gewd )

Have a brilliant start to the new year, everybody.

Kai, out!

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Friday, December 16, 2005.

My Posting Orders:

You are posted to : AFS.
2. Your vocation is AIR DEF WPN OPR.
3. Your are to report to: Air Force School, Multi-Purpose Hall.

Im just terribly, terribly happy that i didnt see Rifleman or Guardsman. That will be all

And I don't think I mind handling $$$ equipment. Sooo mechaaaa... soooo sexxxyyyyyy...

70kg man-pack detachment route march yayyy!11

kaiman, out!

_________________________________________________________


Sunday, Nov 20, 2005.

2 MORE WEEKS TO P O P!!!!!!!! (passing out parade /graduation from Basic!)

Handgrenade throw day was exciting as hell. I remember sitting in our detail level as the commanders did demonstrations with the practice grenades (essentially one that doesn't explode, but has a detonating core which makes an internal explosion that sounds like a rifle round.) As details were called to double down to the grenade bays/range, many were getting anxious and the amount of people visiting the loo was starting to get unhealthy. (people like me, hehe)

Just as the 7th detail was tossing out the one of its practice grens, a tremendous groundshaking "CHOOM" was heard, you could imagine the bloody vibrations up your spine. Everyones jaw just dropped. Lame Terran-related Starcraft jokes were murmured in the last rows. The first live grenade was thrown by detail one, down the hill and in the bay area.

The details that were over and done with definetely looked a whole lot different than those who just drew live steel balls of doom. Grinning like monkeys, and on a kind of high which is common for a "cherry boy" recruit. And i thought rifle range was exhilarating at the time! Its so true what says.. "every experience in the army is relative, you'll see!" The bugger was an anti armour launcher commander during his NS days. I wonder what firing THAT was like XD "rifle no kick liao, boss!"

Heres hoping for a smooth transition out of my Basic training, getting a unit that I wont be suffering in lol... arghh, so many things to think of, so little time. I wish so badly for time for myself...!

I miss the studio, I envy the guys, I cherish the life... the life outside!

Have one for the people who suffer so others may not! cheers and goodnight everyone! see you soon.
Kai
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Thursday, Nov 3, 2005.

Hi ya all, its been awhile! The last 2 days were gladly spent as a free man, did some work for the boys at IFS, and ranted to them about army life as usual.

Will be in a fairly anxious state, packing up and checking stores for my 7 day outfield camp which begins on saturday. So many stories from friends in other companies who have lived to tell the tale lol. Strangely, most just... do not want to talk about it. mmm.. <_< PLEASE OH MIGHTY RAIN DEITY DON'T LET IT POUR T_T

At 3 this morning, there was a long, drawn-out, silent lightning storm in my vicinity; I found myself admiring it from the sofa near the window -visually spectacular, the sensation calming... the many shades of turqoise and deep blues that can be found in the overcast skies, especially when they lit up, silhouetted clouds and 'overbright blooms' remind me of firing at the Night Range with earplugs on, tracers bursting into flames on the embankment.

Funny, I remember feeling the same way at the firing range at night, when we moved into the firing chamber. The sky was so clear, unlike being on the mainland. Beautiful wispy clouds and a clear sky that seemed to reach on forever. Strange how so much peace can be found in the most violent moments. (maybe i was just too shagged out to think. )

Take it easy everyone, for I sure am not! haha
Kai

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Sunday, Oct 16, 2005.

It's been ages since i updated my journal! Hi to all, and thanks for the visits while I was away Where do i start... army life sucks to the core. I entered on the 9th for the PTP/BMT Enhanced (Leadership) batch. PTP means Physical Training Phase, BMT means Basic Military Training.

That means I have been a bad boy and not moved a muscle for the last 5 years of my life and im paying for it muscle ache by muscle ache. To think I used to be able to do 8 pullups at least. Now i am a 'Zero Fighter'. Take a guess, you can't land too far off.

So anyways, its been 5 weeks already -and i am done with my PT Phase. Just ended my first week of Basic Training. The pace has really picked up! Alot of us get sick often, and I had a fever on thursday which I trained through with the aid of some panadol. Bad move.

Now, on my bookout, I'm stuck at home, too weak and spewing water and chunks to even pop by the IFS studio to play Winter Assault with the guys. To add insult to injury, visiting the Medical Officer at camp is a risky endeavour altogether. Depending on their mood(s), you get varying levels of treatment and 'training excuse' levels, which in turn grants you the crappy 'Men of (medical)Status' title. You clean and do fatigue work because you cant train with the others.. AND you have to make up for it on your weekends, when everyone else books out.

That explains why I didn't want to miss my route march and Close combat training.. it was fun spewing up rice vermicelli with half digested curry sauce everywhere before my section commander could ask "Is anyone feeling unwell at this junctu-"

Its good to endure. I'm still quite unfit, so i hope to pass my Physical Proficiency test at the end of the course. If by some miracle i do exceedingly well, I might even consider Command School.

Truth be told, my journey in NS is still hazy, and I don't know what I want yet. Military police or Transport line sounds great though. (Im a practical person , I don't care for titles or status, and i just want my NS to be over with so I can get back to a civillian life. )

Sigh! Everytime I put my head down at nights, I think of all the things I didn't cherish fully as a civillian in the enjoyable months before my enlistment. I surely enjoyed the life, just felt I couldve loved it a bit more. Not having dirty rifle grease stained hands and standing under hot running water is an incredible luxury. I love my toilet alot more now, and my bed.. oh.. my bed..

Till next bookout then.

PS: Thanks for all the Halara-ing Gama ta ola to them. I will learn to enjoy my rape sessions in time to come

_____________________________________________________________

Hey everyone,

On the 9th of September this year, I will be entering the national military service for Singapore (a mandatory conscription lasting 2 years). Looking forward to the sights, smells (or not) and of course, the experiences of an 'army life'.

I guess its not as harsh as before, with a shorter service term (used to be 2 and a HALF years for ppl like .. counting my generation as really lucky!) and the promise of a 'welfare-oriented organisation' <---- according to most current and recent-serving guys, its plain bollocks

Apparently, as long as your supervisors have any form of imagination whatsoever, "welfare" is easily reinterpreted in many delightful forms.



Your imaginary friends.

Sunday, January 1, 2006 [12:45 am].

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!!!!!!11 Best wishes and hopes to everyone for the coming year of work and play

...I just finished my second week in my airforce posting as an anti-air missile battery crewman/operator... (i think thats as much as i can freely admit )

Trainee life sucks (and will be suckin) for the next 3 months or so... its like going back to school all over again... heaps of manuals and books, tech specs, weapon-systems/operating science and so on... Even as a mecha fan.. this is a bit much.

The base im at is far from home, and the condition of everything is just pitiful. Not to mention being situated right next to a cemetary. My first day on base was truly depressing.. everyone wore a blank look, myself included. As we were introduced to the depressing environment, the shock of being involved with so much high level equipment (at least in my opinion) kind of scared us.

With nothing to do aside from training, nowhere to go... I hope the three months pass eventfully.. so we can start bringing in the portable TVs and games

At least the food is marvelous. (no, seriously. it is. its bloody gewd )

Have a brilliant start to the new year, everybody.

Kai, out!

_________________________________________________________


Friday, December 16, 2005.

My Posting Orders:

You are posted to : AFS.
2. Your vocation is AIR DEF WPN OPR.
3. Your are to report to: Air Force School, Multi-Purpose Hall.

Im just terribly, terribly happy that i didnt see Rifleman or Guardsman. That will be all

And I don't think I mind handling $$$ equipment. Sooo mechaaaa... soooo sexxxyyyyyy...

70kg man-pack detachment route march yayyy!11

kaiman, out!

_________________________________________________________


Sunday, Nov 20, 2005.

2 MORE WEEKS TO P O P!!!!!!!! (passing out parade /graduation from Basic!)

Handgrenade throw day was exciting as hell. I remember sitting in our detail level as the commanders did demonstrations with the practice grenades (essentially one that doesn't explode, but has a detonating core which makes an internal explosion that sounds like a rifle round.) As details were called to double down to the grenade bays/range, many were getting anxious and the amount of people visiting the loo was starting to get unhealthy. (people like me, hehe)

Just as the 7th detail was tossing out the one of its practice grens, a tremendous groundshaking "CHOOM" was heard, you could imagine the bloody vibrations up your spine. Everyones jaw just dropped. Lame Terran-related Starcraft jokes were murmured in the last rows. The first live grenade was thrown by detail one, down the hill and in the bay area.

The details that were over and done with definetely looked a whole lot different than those who just drew live steel balls of doom. Grinning like monkeys, and on a kind of high which is common for a "cherry boy" recruit. And i thought rifle range was exhilarating at the time! Its so true what says.. "every experience in the army is relative, you'll see!" The bugger was an anti armour launcher commander during his NS days. I wonder what firing THAT was like XD "rifle no kick liao, boss!"

Heres hoping for a smooth transition out of my Basic training, getting a unit that I wont be suffering in lol... arghh, so many things to think of, so little time. I wish so badly for time for myself...!

I miss the studio, I envy the guys, I cherish the life... the life outside!

Have one for the people who suffer so others may not! cheers and goodnight everyone! see you soon.
Kai
_________________________________________________________


Thursday, Nov 3, 2005.

Hi ya all, its been awhile! The last 2 days were gladly spent as a free man, did some work for the boys at IFS, and ranted to them about army life as usual.

Will be in a fairly anxious state, packing up and checking stores for my 7 day outfield camp which begins on saturday. So many stories from friends in other companies who have lived to tell the tale lol. Strangely, most just... do not want to talk about it. mmm.. <_< PLEASE OH MIGHTY RAIN DEITY DON'T LET IT POUR T_T

At 3 this morning, there was a long, drawn-out, silent lightning storm in my vicinity; I found myself admiring it from the sofa near the window -visually spectacular, the sensation calming... the many shades of turqoise and deep blues that can be found in the overcast skies, especially when they lit up, silhouetted clouds and 'overbright blooms' remind me of firing at the Night Range with earplugs on, tracers bursting into flames on the embankment.

Funny, I remember feeling the same way at the firing range at night, when we moved into the firing chamber. The sky was so clear, unlike being on the mainland. Beautiful wispy clouds and a clear sky that seemed to reach on forever. Strange how so much peace can be found in the most violent moments. (maybe i was just too shagged out to think. )

Take it easy everyone, for I sure am not! haha
Kai

_____________________________________________________________

Sunday, Oct 16, 2005.

It's been ages since i updated my journal! Hi to all, and thanks for the visits while I was away Where do i start... army life sucks to the core. I entered on the 9th for the PTP/BMT Enhanced (Leadership) batch. PTP means Physical Training Phase, BMT means Basic Military Training.

That means I have been a bad boy and not moved a muscle for the last 5 years of my life and im paying for it muscle ache by muscle ache. To think I used to be able to do 8 pullups at least. Now i am a 'Zero Fighter'. Take a guess, you can't land too far off.

So anyways, its been 5 weeks already -and i am done with my PT Phase. Just ended my first week of Basic Training. The pace has really picked up! Alot of us get sick often, and I had a fever on thursday which I trained through with the aid of some panadol. Bad move.

Now, on my bookout, I'm stuck at home, too weak and spewing water and chunks to even pop by the IFS studio to play Winter Assault with the guys. To add insult to injury, visiting the Medical Officer at camp is a risky endeavour altogether. Depending on their mood(s), you get varying levels of treatment and 'training excuse' levels, which in turn grants you the crappy 'Men of (medical)Status' title. You clean and do fatigue work because you cant train with the others.. AND you have to make up for it on your weekends, when everyone else books out.

That explains why I didn't want to miss my route march and Close combat training.. it was fun spewing up rice vermicelli with half digested curry sauce everywhere before my section commander could ask "Is anyone feeling unwell at this junctu-"

Its good to endure. I'm still quite unfit, so i hope to pass my Physical Proficiency test at the end of the course. If by some miracle i do exceedingly well, I might even consider Command School.

Truth be told, my journey in NS is still hazy, and I don't know what I want yet. Military police or Transport line sounds great though. (Im a practical person , I don't care for titles or status, and i just want my NS to be over with so I can get back to a civillian life. )

Sigh! Everytime I put my head down at nights, I think of all the things I didn't cherish fully as a civillian in the enjoyable months before my enlistment. I surely enjoyed the life, just felt I couldve loved it a bit more. Not having dirty rifle grease stained hands and standing under hot running water is an incredible luxury. I love my toilet alot more now, and my bed.. oh.. my bed..

Till next bookout then.

PS: Thanks for all the Halara-ing Gama ta ola to them. I will learn to enjoy my rape sessions in time to come

_____________________________________________________________

Hey everyone,

On the 9th of September this year, I will be entering the national military service for Singapore (a mandatory conscription lasting 2 years). Looking forward to the sights, smells (or not) and of course, the experiences of an 'army life'.

I guess its not as harsh as before, with a shorter service term (used to be 2 and a HALF years for ppl like .. counting my generation as really lucky!) and the promise of a 'welfare-oriented organisation' <---- according to most current and recent-serving guys, its plain bollocks

Apparently, as long as your supervisors have any form of imagination whatsoever, "welfare" is easily reinterpreted in many delightful forms.



Your imaginary friends.

Friday, December 16, 2005.

My Posting Orders:

You are posted to : AFS.
2. Your vocation is AIR DEF WPN OPR.
3. Your are to report to: Air Force School, Multi-Purpose Hall.

Im just terribly, terribly happy that i didnt see Rifleman or Guardsman. That will be all

And I don't think I mind handling $$$ equipment. Sooo mechaaaa... soooo sexxxyyyyyy...

70kg man-pack detachment route march yayyy!11

kaiman, out!

_________________________________________________________


Sunday, Nov 20, 2005.

2 MORE WEEKS TO P O P!!!!!!!! (passing out parade /graduation from Basic!)

Handgrenade throw day was exciting as hell. I remember sitting in our detail level as the commanders did demonstrations with the practice grenades (essentially one that doesn't explode, but has a detonating core which makes an internal explosion that sounds like a rifle round.) As details were called to double down to the grenade bays/range, many were getting anxious and the amount of people visiting the loo was starting to get unhealthy. (people like me, hehe)

Just as the 7th detail was tossing out the one of its practice grens, a tremendous groundshaking "CHOOM" was heard, you could imagine the bloody vibrations up your spine. Everyones jaw just dropped. Lame Terran-related Starcraft jokes were murmured in the last rows. The first live grenade was thrown by detail one, down the hill and in the bay area.

The details that were over and done with definetely looked a whole lot different than those who just drew live steel balls of doom. Grinning like monkeys, and on a kind of high which is common for a "cherry boy" recruit. And i thought rifle range was exhilarating at the time! Its so true what says.. "every experience in the army is relative, you'll see!" The bugger was an anti armour launcher commander during his NS days. I wonder what firing THAT was like XD "rifle no kick liao, boss!"

Heres hoping for a smooth transition out of my Basic training, getting a unit that I wont be suffering in lol... arghh, so many things to think of, so little time. I wish so badly for time for myself...!

I miss the studio, I envy the guys, I cherish the life... the life outside!

Have one for the people who suffer so others may not! cheers and goodnight everyone! see you soon.
Kai
_________________________________________________________


Thursday, Nov 3, 2005.

Hi ya all, its been awhile! The last 2 days were gladly spent as a free man, did some work for the boys at IFS, and ranted to them about army life as usual.

Will be in a fairly anxious state, packing up and checking stores for my 7 day outfield camp which begins on saturday. So many stories from friends in other companies who have lived to tell the tale lol. Strangely, most just... do not want to talk about it. mmm.. <_< PLEASE OH MIGHTY RAIN DEITY DON'T LET IT POUR T_T

At 3 this morning, there was a long, drawn-out, silent lightning storm in my vicinity; I found myself admiring it from the sofa near the window -visually spectacular, the sensation calming... the many shades of turqoise and deep blues that can be found in the overcast skies, especially when they lit up, silhouetted clouds and 'overbright blooms' remind me of firing at the Night Range with earplugs on, tracers bursting into flames on the embankment.

Funny, I remember feeling the same way at the firing range at night, when we moved into the firing chamber. The sky was so clear, unlike being on the mainland. Beautiful wispy clouds and a clear sky that seemed to reach on forever. Strange how so much peace can be found in the most violent moments. (maybe i was just too shagged out to think. )

Take it easy everyone, for I sure am not! haha
Kai

_____________________________________________________________

Sunday, Oct 16, 2005.

It's been ages since i updated my journal! Hi to all, and thanks for the visits while I was away Where do i start... army life sucks to the core. I entered on the 9th for the PTP/BMT Enhanced (Leadership) batch. PTP means Physical Training Phase, BMT means Basic Military Training.

That means I have been a bad boy and not moved a muscle for the last 5 years of my life and im paying for it muscle ache by muscle ache. To think I used to be able to do 8 pullups at least. Now i am a 'Zero Fighter'. Take a guess, you can't land too far off.

So anyways, its been 5 weeks already -and i am done with my PT Phase. Just ended my first week of Basic Training. The pace has really picked up! Alot of us get sick often, and I had a fever on thursday which I trained through with the aid of some panadol. Bad move.

Now, on my bookout, I'm stuck at home, too weak and spewing water and chunks to even pop by the IFS studio to play Winter Assault with the guys. To add insult to injury, visiting the Medical Officer at camp is a risky endeavour altogether. Depending on their mood(s), you get varying levels of treatment and 'training excuse' levels, which in turn grants you the crappy 'Men of (medical)Status' title. You clean and do fatigue work because you cant train with the others.. AND you have to make up for it on your weekends, when everyone else books out.

That explains why I didn't want to miss my route march and Close combat training.. it was fun spewing up rice vermicelli with half digested curry sauce everywhere before my section commander could ask "Is anyone feeling unwell at this junctu-"

Its good to endure. I'm still quite unfit, so i hope to pass my Physical Proficiency test at the end of the course. If by some miracle i do exceedingly well, I might even consider Command School.

Truth be told, my journey in NS is still hazy, and I don't know what I want yet. Military police or Transport line sounds great though. (Im a practical person , I don't care for titles or status, and i just want my NS to be over with so I can get back to a civillian life. )

Sigh! Everytime I put my head down at nights, I think of all the things I didn't cherish fully as a civillian in the enjoyable months before my enlistment. I surely enjoyed the life, just felt I couldve loved it a bit more. Not having dirty rifle grease stained hands and standing under hot running water is an incredible luxury. I love my toilet alot more now, and my bed.. oh.. my bed..

Till next bookout then.

PS: Thanks for all the Halara-ing Gama ta ola to them. I will learn to enjoy my rape sessions in time to come

_____________________________________________________________

Hey everyone,

On the 9th of September this year, I will be entering the national military service for Singapore (a mandatory conscription lasting 2 years). Looking forward to the sights, smells (or not) and of course, the experiences of an 'army life'.

I guess its not as harsh as before, with a shorter service term (used to be 2 and a HALF years for ppl like .. counting my generation as really lucky!) and the promise of a 'welfare-oriented organisation' <---- according to most current and recent-serving guys, its plain bollocks

Apparently, as long as your supervisors have any form of imagination whatsoever, "welfare" is easily reinterpreted in many delightful forms.



Your imaginary friends.

Sunday, Nov 20, 2005.

2 MORE WEEKS TO P O P!!!!!!!! (passing out parade /graduation from Basic!)

Handgrenade throw day was exciting as hell. I remember sitting in our detail level as the commanders did demonstrations with the practice grenades (essentially one that doesn't explode, but has a detonating core which makes an internal explosion that sounds like a rifle round.) As details were called to double down to the grenade bays/range, many were getting anxious and the amount of people visiting the loo was starting to get unhealthy. (people like me, hehe)

Just as the 7th detail was tossing out the one of its practice grens, a tremendous groundshaking "CHOOM" was heard, you could imagine the bloody vibrations up your spine. Everyones jaw just dropped. Lame Terran-related Starcraft jokes were murmured in the last rows. The first live grenade was thrown by detail one, down the hill and in the bay area.

The details that were over and done with definetely looked a whole lot different than those who just drew live steel balls of doom. Grinning like monkeys, and on a kind of high which is common for a "cherry boy" recruit. And i thought rifle range was exhilarating at the time! Its so true what says.. "every experience in the army is relative, you'll see!" The bugger was an anti armour launcher commander during his NS days. I wonder what firing THAT was like XD "rifle no kick liao, boss!"

Heres hoping for a smooth transition out of my Basic training, getting a unit that I wont be suffering in lol... arghh, so many things to think of, so little time. I wish so badly for time for myself...!

I miss the studio, I envy the guys, I cherish the life... the life outside!

Have one for the people who suffer so others may not! cheers and goodnight everyone! see you soon.
Kai
_____________________________________________________________


Thursday, Nov 3, 2005.

Hi ya all, its been awhile! The last 2 days were gladly spent as a free man, did some work for the boys at IFS, and ranted to them about army life as usual.

Will be in a fairly anxious state, packing up and checking stores for my 7 day outfield camp which begins on saturday. So many stories from friends in other companies who have lived to tell the tale lol. Strangely, most just... do not want to talk about it. mmm.. <_< PLEASE OH MIGHTY RAIN DEITY DON'T LET IT POUR T_T

At 3 this morning, there was a long, drawn-out, silent lightning storm in my vicinity; I found myself admiring it from the sofa near the window -visually spectacular, the sensation calming... the many shades of turqoise and deep blues that can be found in the overcast skies, especially when they lit up, silhouetted clouds and 'overbright blooms' remind me of firing at the Night Range with earplugs on, tracers bursting into flames on the embankment.

Funny, I remember feeling the same way at the firing range at night, when we moved into the firing chamber. The sky was so clear, unlike being on the mainland. Beautiful wispy clouds and a clear sky that seemed to reach on forever. Strange how so much peace can be found in the most violent moments. (maybe i was just too shagged out to think. )

Take it easy everyone, for I sure am not! haha
Kai

_____________________________________________________________

Sunday, Oct 16, 2005.

It's been ages since i updated my journal! Hi to all, and thanks for the visits while I was away Where do i start... army life sucks to the core. I entered on the 9th for the PTP/BMT Enhanced (Leadership) batch. PTP means Physical Training Phase, BMT means Basic Military Training.

That means I have been a bad boy and not moved a muscle for the last 5 years of my life and im paying for it muscle ache by muscle ache. To think I used to be able to do 8 pullups at least. Now i am a 'Zero Fighter'. Take a guess, you can't land too far off.

So anyways, its been 5 weeks already -and i am done with my PT Phase. Just ended my first week of Basic Training. The pace has really picked up! Alot of us get sick often, and I had a fever on thursday which I trained through with the aid of some panadol. Bad move.

Now, on my bookout, I'm stuck at home, too weak and spewing water and chunks to even pop by the IFS studio to play Winter Assault with the guys. To add insult to injury, visiting the Medical Officer at camp is a risky endeavour altogether. Depending on their mood(s), you get varying levels of treatment and 'training excuse' levels, which in turn grants you the crappy 'Men of (medical)Status' title. You clean and do fatigue work because you cant train with the others.. AND you have to make up for it on your weekends, when everyone else books out.

That explains why I didn't want to miss my route march and Close combat training.. it was fun spewing up rice vermicelli with half digested curry sauce everywhere before my section commander could ask "Is anyone feeling unwell at this junctu-"

Its good to endure. I'm still quite unfit, so i hope to pass my Physical Proficiency test at the end of the course. If by some miracle i do exceedingly well, I might even consider Command School.

Truth be told, my journey in NS is still hazy, and I don't know what I want yet. Military police or Transport line sounds great though. (Im a practical person , I don't care for titles or status, and i just want my NS to be over with so I can get back to a civillian life. )

Sigh! Everytime I put my head down at nights, I think of all the things I didn't cherish fully as a civillian in the enjoyable months before my enlistment. I surely enjoyed the life, just felt I couldve loved it a bit more. Not having dirty rifle grease stained hands and standing under hot running water is an incredible luxury. I love my toilet alot more now, and my bed.. oh.. my bed..

Till next bookout then.

PS: Thanks for all the Halara-ing Gama ta ola to them. I will learn to enjoy my rape sessions in time to come

_____________________________________________________________

Hey everyone,

On the 9th of September this year, I will be entering the national military service for Singapore (a mandatory conscription lasting 2 years). Looking forward to the sights, smells (or not) and of course, the experiences of an 'army life'.

I guess its not as harsh as before, with a shorter service term (used to be 2 and a HALF years for ppl like .. counting my generation as really lucky!) and the promise of a 'welfare-oriented organisation' <---- according to most current and recent-serving guys, its plain bollocks

Apparently, as long as your supervisors have any form of imagination whatsoever, "welfare" is easily reinterpreted in many delightful forms.



Your imaginary friends.

Thursday, Nov 3, 2005.

Hi ya all, its been awhile! The last 2 days were gladly spent as a free man, did some work for the boys at IFS, and ranted to them about army life as usual.

Will be in a fairly anxious state, packing up and checking stores for my 7 day outfield camp which begins on saturday. So many stories from friends in other companies who have lived to tell the tale lol. Strangely, most just... do not want to talk about it. mmm.. <_< PLEASE OH MIGHTY RAIN DEITY DON'T LET IT POUR T_T

At 3 this morning, there was a long, drawn-out, silent lightning storm in my vicinity; I found myself admiring it from the sofa near the window -visually spectacular, the sensation calming... the many shades of turqoise and deep blues that can be found in the overcast skies, especially when they lit up, silhouetted clouds and 'overbright blooms' remind me of firing at the Night Range with earplugs on, tracers bursting into flames on the embankment.

Funny, I remember feeling the same way at the firing range at night, when we moved into the firing chamber. The sky was so clear, unlike being on the mainland. Beautiful wispy clouds and a clear sky that seemed to reach on forever. Strange how so much peace can be found in the most violent moments. (maybe i was just too shagged out to think. )

Take it easy everyone, for I sure am not! haha
Kai

_____________________________________________________________

Sunday, Oct 16, 2005.

It's been ages since i updated my journal! Hi to all, and thanks for the visits while I was away Where do i start... army life sucks to the core. I entered on the 9th for the PTP/BMT Enhanced (Leadership) batch. PTP means Physical Training Phase, BMT means Basic Military Training.

That means I have been a bad boy and not moved a muscle for the last 5 years of my life and im paying for it muscle ache by muscle ache. To think I used to be able to do 8 pullups at least. Now i am a 'Zero Fighter'. Take a guess, you can't land too far off.

So anyways, its been 5 weeks already -and i am done with my PT Phase. Just ended my first week of Basic Training. The pace has really picked up! Alot of us get sick often, and I had a fever on thursday which I trained through with the aid of some panadol. Bad move.

Now, on my bookout, I'm stuck at home, too weak and spewing water and chunks to even pop by the IFS studio to play Winter Assault with the guys. To add insult to injury, visiting the Medical Officer at camp is a risky endeavour altogether. Depending on their mood(s), you get varying levels of treatment and 'training excuse' levels, which in turn grants you the crappy 'Men of (medical)Status' title. You clean and do fatigue work because you cant train with the others.. AND you have to make up for it on your weekends, when everyone else books out.

That explains why I didn't want to miss my route march and Close combat training.. it was fun spewing up rice vermicelli with half digested curry sauce everywhere before my section commander could ask "Is anyone feeling unwell at this junctu-"

Its good to endure. I'm still quite unfit, so i hope to pass my Physical Proficiency test at the end of the course. If by some miracle i do exceedingly well, I might even consider Command School.

Truth be told, my journey in NS is still hazy, and I don't know what I want yet. Military police or Transport line sounds great though. (Im a practical person , I don't care for titles or status, and i just want my NS to be over with so I can get back to a civillian life. )

Sigh! Everytime I put my head down at nights, I think of all the things I didn't cherish fully as a civillian in the enjoyable months before my enlistment. I surely enjoyed the life, just felt I couldve loved it a bit more. Not having dirty rifle grease stained hands and standing under hot running water is an incredible luxury. I love my toilet alot more now, and my bed.. oh.. my bed..

Till next bookout then.

PS: Thanks for all the Halara-ing Gama ta ola to them. I will learn to enjoy my rape sessions in time to come

_____________________________________________________________

Hey everyone,

On the 9th of September this year, I will be entering the national military service for Singapore (a mandatory conscription lasting 2 years). Looking forward to the sights, smells (or not) and of course, the experiences of an 'army life'.

I guess its not as harsh as before, with a shorter service term (used to be 2 and a HALF years for ppl like .. counting my generation as really lucky!) and the promise of a 'welfare-oriented organisation' <---- according to most current and recent-serving guys, its plain bollocks

Apparently, as long as your supervisors have any form of imagination whatsoever, "welfare" is easily reinterpreted in many delightful forms.



Your imaginary friends.

Sunday, Oct 16, 2005.

It's been ages since i updated my journal! Hi to all, and thanks for the visits while I was away Where do i start... army life sucks to the core. I entered on the 9th for the PTP/BMT Enhanced (Leadership) batch. PTP means Physical Training Phase, BMT means Basic Military Training.

That means I have been a bad boy and not moved a muscle for the last 5 years of my life and im paying for it muscle ache by muscle ache. To think I used to be able to do 8 pullups at least. Now i am a 'Zero Fighter'. Take a guess, you can't land too far off.

So anyways, its been 5 weeks already -and i am done with my PT Phase. Just ended my first week of Basic Training. The pace has really picked up! Alot of us get sick often, and I had a fever on thursday which I trained through with the aid of some panadol. Bad move.

Now, on my bookout, I'm stuck at home, too weak and spewing water and chunks to even pop by the IFS studio to play Winter Assault with the guys. To add insult to injury, visiting the Medical Officer at camp is a risky endeavour altogether. Depending on their mood(s), you get varying levels of treatment and 'training excuse' levels, which in turn grants you the crappy 'Men of (medical)Status' title. You clean and do fatigue work because you cant train with the others.. AND you have to make up for it on your weekends, when everyone else books out.

That explains why I didn't want to miss my route march and Close combat training.. it was fun spewing up rice vermicelli with half digested curry sauce everywhere before my section commander could ask "Is anyone feeling unwell at this junctu-"

Its good to endure. I'm still quite unfit, so i hope to pass my Physical Proficiency test at the end of the course. If by some miracle i do exceedingly well, I might even consider Command School.

Truth be told, my journey in NS is still hazy, and I don't know what I want yet. Military police or Transport line sounds great though. (Im a practical person , I don't care for titles or status, and i just want my NS to be over with so I can get back to a civillian life. )

Sigh! Everytime I put my head down at nights, I think of all the things I didn't cherish fully as a civillian in the enjoyable months before my enlistment. I surely enjoyed the life, just felt I couldve loved it a bit more. Not having dirty rifle grease stained hands and standing under hot running water is an incredible luxury. I love my toilet alot more now, and my bed.. oh.. my bed..

Till next bookout then.

PS: Thanks for all the Halara-ing Gama ta ola to them. I will learn to enjoy my rape sessions in time to come

_____________________________________________________________

Hey everyone,

On the 9th of September this year, I will be entering the national military service for Singapore (a mandatory conscription lasting 2 years). Looking forward to the sights, smells (or not) and of course, the experiences of an 'army life'.

I guess its not as harsh as before, with a shorter service term (used to be 2 and a HALF years for ppl like .. counting my generation as really lucky!) and the promise of a 'welfare-oriented organisation' <---- according to most current and recent-serving guys, its plain bollocks

Apparently, as long as your supervisors have any form of imagination whatsoever, "welfare" is easily reinterpreted in many delightful forms.



Your imaginary friends.

Hey everyone,

On the 9th of September this year, I will be entering the national military service for Singapore (a mandatory conscription lasting 2 years). Looking forward to the sights, smells (or not) and of course, the experiences of an 'army life'.

I guess its not as harsh as before, with a shorter service term (used to be 2 and a HALF years for ppl like .. counting my generation as really lucky!) and the promise of a 'welfare-oriented organisation' <---- according to most current and recent-serving guys, its plain bollocks

Apparently, as long as your supervisors have any form of imagination whatsoever, "welfare" is easily reinterpreted in many delightful forms.

I can't think of anything I want to say, do take care of yourselves and appreciate what you have, blah blah. I feel now that existence is a true priviledge.

I get to book out most weekends for a day, which I'm sure I will relish.

Till next time then, take care! MEH!


______________________________________________________________________________




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Your imaginary friends.

We’ve listened to the fan feedback and here’s the deal. We’re absorbing 20% off all international shipping for all orders from 9th-31st July!



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Hi fellow Deviants!

Some of you may be aware of a few of us coming together to form a studio thingy. Well as our very first project, we've gathered some of our favorite personal pieces and are in the process of printing a very limited edition launch portfolio artbook.

The artbook is called IMAGINE: The Art of Imaginary Friends Studios with killer collab cover art by the main partners:




The 128 page artbook features more than 20 artists from Singapore, Indonesia, Thailand, Malaysia, and friends from the USA. Deviants among them include:



Because we really wanted to do these great works justice, we've gone for quality rather than quantity in the face of a limited budget. And how! We're doing 600 dpi printing! Yes you heard it here- 600 dpi!!! That's better than most commercial artbooks and even DA prints! Quantities are really limited though!

Do help support our humble little first project or if you simply love the fantastic work these great artists are producing and wanna purchase a copy for purely selfish reasons.

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Thanks so much for supporting your imaginary friends!

Your imaginary friends.

Hey all... do take some time to check out a fellow artist's Anniversary Journal which features his own brand of "The Artist's[Actor's] Studio" style interviews and sharing his personal DA Journey-Story.


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I am one of the featured interviewees if you are interested in seeing how i sound at 3am. (sorry, and thanks so much Jundam for having me!)

And for the HL2 modding community -something big is about to happen as well. Just what it is, I will not say...

(hint: No, its not what you think. Trust me. >: D heheh!)



Your imaginary friends.