Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Everything is moving so quickly.

I guess i'm still feeling a little disoriented. At such a vast change in lifestyle. Not that i'm detesting it, it has its pros and cons. I'm so glad i managed to meet up with most of my close friends, certainly made coming back worth it. But i'm just a little burned out now.

I need to get a job, learn to drive, go to the gym. Seems all rather insignificant yes, but life's little hitches always get in the way somehow. Hence the burnout. I've been wanting to write, but everything comes and goes so quickly i can barely hold on to it. I'm lacking the luxury of time, again. I suppose thats the challenge life presents, finding the right balance of everything.

Damn, the grass is always greener on the other side. As much as i hated waking up early in the morning, pulling my ass off the bed and off to work, seeing everyone there again made my day. Familiar and smiling faces. There's just so much more to it i can't express.

Suddenly it's just 1 more day to the new year of 2009, 2008 seemed to have zoomed by, but it definitely wasn't wasted. I never believed in new year resolutions, only in resolutions made with myself. Somehow the new year ones get forgotten when the festive season is over. Yes, a new year, a new chapter, life never really slows down for you isn't it. Makes you run for it. Like i always believe, there's a duality to all things, yet they are but 2 sides of the same coin. All you have to do is take a closer look, and take a peek on the brighter side.

I wonder what the future has in store?

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Jaded.

There is no other word for it. Jaded. The long deployment has done it's job, i'm pretty much close to wasted nearing the end. The wave of tiredness seems to have been anticipating the end to descend on me. Slowly, inexorably we are counting down, but i'm not, i just can't help knowing it's 4 days now, everytime i look at my watch.

4 days. I almost can't believe it. From a deployment that's a hundred over days long, i never once expected it to drop to a single digit. Few people probably even know the multitude of reasons why i chose to come here. Or rather more accurately chosen to extricate myself from my family for awhile. A long while at that.

Now the days are counting themselves down, the 5 hrs cut down to 1. It's like a creeping dread crawling over me. I can't shake off that feeling. I hate it. Everyone's anticipating my return, i appreciate it, but for some reason, i can't bring myself to be enthusiastic about it. It's not that i dont want to come home. I just dont like it. There's just so much, so much bordering on that.

For 4 mths i have been cut off from my closest people, whether by blood or by friendship. I doubt anyone would come close to empathising with me, my angst, my pain, my melancholy. Everything that i have experienced all along. I have been happy, but those were all bittersweet. I'm simply unable to put a word to that ocean of emotions, a potent brew.

I have been thinking alot, just random thoughts, sometimes resolutions i try to fulfil, sometimes of the things i must do. There is a thing i would tell all of you. You will just have to wait till i defeat my inner demons.

Friday, December 12, 2008

A stream of thought.

Loud techno's blasting in my ears, taking that part of me away, dancin to the music, oblivious to all, sadly reality usually isn't the case. I wish i could sometimes cast myself away along. Not exactly thinking about anything in particular, which is weird because usually i have an agenda to talk about here.

Now I'm just taking a break after doing some domestic which has recently just become my primary job here. Takin the time off to blog before lunch at least with a touch of privacy.

Somehow i lack the words to fully elucidate my thoughts and feelings (usually i'm more verbose, but the military does certain things to you which you can never really fully recover from). Sad is just too vague. Melancholy is a little too poetic. Nostalgia is a little too early. I do suppose it's a mix of all that with a little pinch of Aaron, do tell me if they ever come up with a word for that kinda feelin.

So many things were racing through my mind during the graveyard shift last night. Even though i was thoroughly zombified with not sleeping the whole day. So many things i wanted to say, to tell someone, about this little thing and that little whim, and all the little bits of small talk between friends would. But somehow, i was choked. Nothing came forth, as much as i would have loved to. I wonder why myself. Afraid to take the step of uncertainty? Or just taking the safe alternative to extricate myself from further pain, the pain of inevitable separation. Yes, you and i both know that i hate that.

Have you ever had the damned feeling of wanting so much to tell someone something, but having a wall of caution barring your way all of a sudden? That for some reason , you just cannot push past that inner barrier of crossing that threshold. I am stuck somewhere there, neither here nor there. Lost in transit. Caught, held fast. Have you ever had it?

The loud techno is still blaring away on my new sleek Bose earphones, i enjoy the deep and smooth bass tones, i silently sing away to it's ideals, it's fantasies, the other world we go into sometimes to escape. I let myself get carried away for awhile.

Monday, December 08, 2008

Enroute Home.

Yes. You heard me, after aeons out here, i'm finally on my way home. So much memories, so many things and gifts to share, but that will all have to wait till 20th Dec. We have just exited the Area of Ops, and everything went down a notch. The crazy pace that we've been goin at for so long finally relaxed, a little. Still there is a need to keep an eye for pesky pirates not so far from us and mad terrorists in India.

Bahrain was a whirlwind of shopping man, i don't think i've ever done a shopping spree like that, it's no wonder women love shopping, retail therapy works wonders, swiping cards with a flash, i've spent quite alot, of course, lots of gifts included. Most people who read this blog will have a share, a taste of the Middle East =)

It's about 12 days more, I'll be home soon.

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

It's been a long while

It's been a long while since i had updated, since the beginning of NAG 4, the last quarter of our deployment. Now we are coming to the end. Heading for Bahrain soon, then back home. Many many things have happened over the long course of time and i simply do not know where to start. Many times i find myself caught up in something i wish i was never part of, half the time i'm fighting tooth and nail to free myself. It hasn't been an easy journey, i had never expected it to be easy, this has been a sore test, for me and everyone else, hopefully i'll emerge a stronger person after all this.

I've seen many things, learned many things and i can say for certain, people are never really who they are. It's a scary notion, much as i am loathe to admit it. One can be so easily condemned, forever marked, and despite the best he gives, it can all be twisted with a sly play of words, insinuated against, manipulated, all with a smiling face. It disgusts me. Yet under the curse of Pandora's Box, there still is hope, minute as it is, it's efforts inexorable, i'm thankful i've still friends to lean on, that there's still a glimmer of hope in this grim world.

I'm having alot of mixed feelings, i really enjoy the freedom of sailing, as much as we are confined onboard a ship, lying spread-eagled on the flight deck, with nothing but the clear sky and cold winds, seeing nothing but the endless seas, part of me doesnt want to go home. I want to exult in this freedom longer. It doesnt compare to the freedom back at home, a freedom that is marked by boundaries that constantly shift to strangle. But home calls all the same, the sense of familiarity a warm fuzzy feeling, of friends and family, familiar places and the roots of my life.

Wednesday 1017H 03.12.08

It is officially the last day in the Northern Arabian Gulf (NAG), the last few hours we'll ever see of the oil platforms, the coalition warships, the tugs bumming about and the constant activity that we are here for, everyday 24/7. Suddenly there is a sudden sense of loss, of emptiness, a loss of purpose and direction, and i'm left floundering and bereft. I simply can't help this melancholy. Such bittersweet memories. We have come so far for so long, for a moment i thought it would never end. But i delude myself, all good things come to an end, don't they. It's the end of one chapter and the beginning of another. Honestly, i'm a little intimidated by the big unknown ahead. Strange what time does to you, no? It's a scary and exciting thought. Time is one thing i cannot fight and hope to win.

-When reality fades into memory...-

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

I sail. Through the crests and the troughs.

We are on to the last part of our deployment today. We are leaving harbour soon as i type this entry. Soon we will be on watch again. Alot of things have happened since the start of our deployment, but i'm just gonna let things go and begin anew. I'm not hoping for time to pass quickly, i'm just hoping i can experience everything fully. Soon, we will be heading home, soon...

The Desert Tour.

After bumming around in the Middle East, land of the rich Arabic cultures, i could hardly have missed out on the desert tour. If you were expecting the mystic stuff and tents and desert trekking and everything else you see in pictures, you couldn't be more wrong. But the real thing was close enough, most importantly, REAL enough.

We arrived around early evening, so we could escape the afternoon blaze and the scorching sandstorms, we visited a camel farm sort of, which consisted of nothing more than a few run down shacks and animal pens. The whole place stank of animal excrement, you couldnt walk and NOT step on anything. Cam-whoring sessions begin.

The sun begins to set and it casts a golden hue upon the crested dunes. The desert is like a sea of sand, the dunes like endless waves upon the endless desert, the dune peaks catch the light of the setting sun and casts them across the desert. The desert shimmers.

Soon we were boarding our 4 wheeled drives and we proceed for dune-bashing. Which is like having a roller coaster ride among the dunes. Oh the yelling. I couldnt say more. The sun glows red, settle atop a high dune to catch the sunset. Cam-whoring, yet again. We collected some sand for souvenirs, then proceeded to the desert encampment for dinner.

There was camel riding available, but i didnt ride. Those poor beasts look so miserable and they were whining and making all sorts of noises after being made to repeatedly stand and kneel to ferry people. One gave a particularly loud noise when one of the horizontally challenged tourists mounted it, albeit with much difficulty, and grunting.

Dinner was arabic buffet and bbq meats, all spread out on carpets laid on the sand, with firm cushions and a low tablet. I can't decide if i wanted to sit on the carpet or the sand, except that the sand had the tendency to get into nasty places. There was booze and some furious belly dancing, culminating with most of us dancing on the stage with her. And that was that.

Now. 1838H 19.11.08

Just had a very spicy dinner. We are sailing towards our area of ops again. Can't exactly put what i'm feeling into words. But suffice to say it's a large spectrum from the worst to the best. I just hope i don't swing around too much. Now, i'll just let the days flow me by.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

A dark maelstorm.

Thursday 1600H 13.11.08

We have just arrived at harbour in Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates. It's been a long long journey, and till date 3/4 of our deployment has been completed, been lots of ups and downs, hasn't all been smooth sailing. But, I've come a long way, and I'll be home soon. It's alot of mixed feelings really, and i'm pretty ambivalent about it all. As much as I enjoy being out here and all, home calls to me all the same. And i wonder how will i deal with it at crunch time.

In restrospect. Some excerpts.

Wednesday 1707H 12.11.08

We had a confrontation. A gunner and I. It was a long time since i had shouted. It was ugly. He had accused me of sleeping on the job. Insisted. Saying I was being watched reading. That i was a BLACK SHEEP. That riled me. He casts aspersions upon me on the comms. Shattering the credibility i've been trying so hard to rebuild. Yte part of what he said had been true, it feels rotten to be second rate after all this while, i just didnt need someone to rub salt into my wounds all the time.

It then occured to me that i was being so naive. So stupid, so useless, no more worth than my occasional sarcasm. Acting all self-congratulatory to make myself feel better, about things that dont matter. What a small person I am. Self centred. Mindless. Yet i had exploded and lashed out with all my vindictiveness and angst. Feeling so myopic in the end. At the same time, i had felt so discredited and belittled by his remarks. Having doubt cast on me. That made it all the harder to clear my name. I hated everything he said. Even if it were part truth, that i had been a letdown. I had thought too highly of myself, thinking myself immune or above all these machinations.

The confrontation had made it worse. Suddenly i felt so alone, all eyes on me. Doubting me. I wonder what had become of me. I was astounded. He hit home a point. I would never have tolerated my behaviour on someone else. How could i bear to tolerate it on myself?

I had been so blind.
All is quiet.
All alone.
I need time.
The fire has faded.
And all i have is regret.

Wednesday. 1902H 12.11.08

What a poison that festers in my heart. I'm so miserable, so useless, so unwanted. And i'm helpless against it. It makes me so wretched, I'm disgusted with myself. I have been discredited, for a few mishaps, a victim of circumstances, yet i had done nothing but pushed blame aside. Hardly what i expected of myself as an adult.

I had fought tooth and nail to get where i am. But it appears i lack the mental fortitude to pull through. So weak like a willow in the wind. How will i survive the harsh reality, when i will not place the blame elsewhere but myself. Indeed, i am the black sheep. I abhor that word. It is vile. How did it all come to this?

Thursday 0504H 13.11.08

How do you pen down a maelstorm of thought? It hurt so much when those words were said. Had i myself not tried? Was i not disappointed with myself for being beneath my juniors? Yet i could not fault the things being said. All the more painful when i realised that. How did it feel for me to be left in the dark, oblivious to everything, being the last to know?

Even so, it ate at my self esteem, that i'm the weak link for so long, the weakest link, and acting like a fool of it. Abandoned, unwanted, thrash, a pain in the ass. Is that what i am? It felt like everyone was watching me with jaundiced eyes. Just putting up a front in my face.

That thought left me cold, alone and my mind shattered.

What must i do now? What CAN i do?

Monday, November 03, 2008

It's so cold.

Yep, i have been away for awhile, time's just a little tight here. We are now about halfway done, halfway more to go. The weather has changed, drastically. It's a measly 20 degrees even in the day, which was just now, the sky was overcast and it actually rained a heavy drizzle. Packed with chilling winds that make everything worse.
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Thats all for the updates, i can't bear to put my mind thru anymore stress rigth after a mind and body numbing 4 hr watch.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

what is this?

it's a cold sunday morning onboard the ship at 1 am. i'm in the training room where all the vsat facilities are, bathed in the warm glow of the lights, alone in the corner, blogging. there are 2 other people on the phone, happy in their own little conversations, their own world, we ignore each other. i hear footsteps and happy-racous beer-drunk voices, someone invites me to a drinking bout, i politely but firmly rejected it. i ensconce myself away, for awhile at least i try. privacy and solitude are such rare commodities here.

it's around 6 in singapore where it's still shrouded in darkness and everyone's snug asleep on the weekend, glad to be away from work. and i'm so alone. as such i wish there were someone to talk to, anyone. but no one's awake.

i'm so sick, so tired, so irritated. i just happened to lose my camera in Doha, in some cab. so easily replaceable with some money. why do i care? not replaceable are everything else that i beheld with mine own eyes. those are the precious things, all those things i took are part of my memories, losing it is like having amnesia, for the pictures taken from someone else are not taken from mine eyes. they are not mine. i might as well take them off the net.

so many things have happened, my phone died on the first day, i have to keep contending with some people i can't avoid, people who are out to make life difficult for me, people whose minds have no rein over their mouths, mouths that spit poison but pretend it to be playful banter, words that deliver stinging slaps not in the name of playful verbal sparring, out to hurt whether of ignorance or sheer viciousness i know not, also there are people that are insensitive, doing things to inconvenience the whole lot, people who use their rank and position to the fullest in the most condescending manner possible, people who are arrogant that i happen to share the mess with. and i had to lose the most tangible form of memories to ignorance on my part due to fatigue, who can i blame but myself?

i really really wonder if i can contend with this any further.

and i am helpless to do anything but hide away.

i wonder if i might implode.

i wonder what else i might lose?

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

The Trial by Tobasco.

And the tale begins on the fateful eve of my 21st birthday. The navy is known for the crazy things people do when the ship crosses the equator. My 21st birthday is merely a glimpse of that.

Hah, it began well enough, the clock struck 12, SG time while we were on watch. Bravo Watch counted down and sang me a birthday song on the comms net. Which was very nice. Before i was done thanking them, i hear evil laughter. And yes i'll be in for a hell of a ride.

Sure enough, i was dumped into a swill bin, luckily for me the bag was already sealed, but that did not exclude the smell and the leaks. Summarily, in my mess, i was tackled, pinned, tied, bound, stripped. Then come the stuff.

Markers, feng you, and lastly TOBASCO. All in the wrong places where the sun dont shine. Then dragged into the toilet for a thorough drenching and toilet brushing, though it did little to help the burning which for a moment i thought someone doused my nether regions with flammables and set them afire. The fire raged for half and hour. Water and soap did little to help.

After they were done with me, the real fun began. By that i mean collateral damage. LaiHock, ChongYee, August, Bernard, Samuel all got roped in. The toilet was a mess of water, coke, sprite, soap, and tobasco sauce.

Well that was that for my 21st. I will need some time to reflect.

P.S. Tobasco is EVIL.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

So many things. Too little time. The Irony of it all.

Well, according to someone who decided to do some maths, we apparently have 67 more days out at sea before we arrive back in Singapore waters, Changi Naval Base. I wonder if it's a good or bad thing. I actually have loads to share for the past few days when i've been out of touch due to work and fatigue, but now right after a 4 hour watch, my mind's quite numbed and empty.

Ah bugger, i'll just give a brief rundown. On monday, i was given the opportunity to cross deck to HMS Lancaster, thats even after i didnt get picked in the ballot, its coz my Ops Officer was nice enough to give up his spot for me. Naturally i was rather excited after all i'm gonna be visiting an English Warship. So we were all prepared and waiting at the tank deck for the RHIB to arrive and pick us up, right when we were gonna board, the RHIB could only take 6 and i was the last min 7th insert, so i was taken out. Disappointed yes, turns out there was some miscomm, some other officer took the spot my OpsO gave to me. Oh well. Too bad. Get over it. But everyone else who heard about it came to comfort me, made me feel better, not that i felt very bad in the first place but yeah, i appreciated it. Guess what i lost in some aspects i gained in others.

The very next day, i was TOLD to go for cross deck to USCG Aquidneck, a coast guard patrol vessel. This time i did go. It was quite the experience, the officers and crew were very hospitable and accomodating, i'm quite taken aback by how so many people can live in such small spaces, but it's quite a capable vessel despite the size and age. Managed to get myself a ball cap in exchange for some of my stuff.

So that's the gist of it all.

Wednesday, October 08, 2008

This is for Kelvin

Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made
(Robert Browning)

Thank you for the drinks
Thank you for the fun
Thank you and you, and you.

Thank you for all the letters
Thank you for the dinners
Thank you, and you and you.

Thank you for being there
Thank you for being everywhere
Thank you to you, and you and you.

Thank you for the help
Thank you for the advice
Thank you for being nice.

Thank you for msn
Thank you for all these times
Thank you, all of you.

Thank you for the kind words
The encouragement
Thank you, and you and all of you.

Thank you for the good times
Thank you for the care
Thank you for
You;
And for more Thank Yous.

Credits

And a Big Thank You to Dear Suzie for letting me have this, I owe you =)

Dubai : The High Life.

Enough about the drab and dull of downtown Dubai. It's time for me to fill you in about the glitz and glamour of uptown Dubai. Clearly seen the oil money has not gone down the drain and it has put that so much opulent use, good or bad, or ugly, so long as it entertains.

The first place we visited was the Mall of the Emirates, easily the largest mall i've seen dwarfing even our VivoCity, it's range of goods are near limitless, boasting the largest Carrefour franchise, say about twice the size we have in Singapore. I think it's the first i've seen a whole jetski on sale in a department store, the kind you would die to own (for me at least). A Grand Turismo cockpit to boot, the kind you actually sit inside to drive. Ski Dubai is also inside, it's like a huge snow park. It's probably Paragon and everything else on Orchard Road in one building plus a Snow City.

Next we visited Wild Wadi, it's an immense water theme park, very extravagant for a country where rain only comes for a week in a year. Of course the rides were equally extravagant. There was a reverse water slide where you get launched upslope by powerful jets of water, its like a water course around the whole theme park. The age old wave pool, the kiddy park with the huge water bucket. There's also a surfing place where you can try surfing against wave jets. Lastly a 7 storey high water slide which is the highlight of the place, i'd admit its quite daunting, somehow i still managed some balls for it, i'd consider it the 3rd crazy ride of my life, 2 of which in Korea. I just remember a sickening drop and lots of water in my face before exploding in a flurry of water.

Did i mention? Wild Wadi also overlooks the Dubai icon, the 7 star hotel, the Burj Al Arab. It was dazzling in the evening dusk, sitting on a lone island in its pearly whites, draped with golden hues, as the skies settled into twilight, the tower glows alive. We took pictures of the whole City from the 7 storey slide tower. From the Central Mosque to the Tallest Building and still under construction, cant remember the name, to the Burj Al Arab of course.

Okay, i'm supposed to end with something but i forgot. Sailing again tmr, oh the boredom!

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

A new day has come.

It's my last day in Dubai and we are on duty today. Dubai is indeed a place with sights to see, us guys in Mess 5 sure did have loads of silly beer games and drinking fun onboard ship. Suffice to say we are well rest, physically to say the least.

But for some reason my mind can't stop.

Soon we'll be departing for NAG 2 duties and it's no surprise why i'm starting to dread it. Everyone's startin to get on edge, they are snappier, get angry easier, the officers start to question and allocate blame and responsibilities. The effects are starting to show on the people below, they are frustrated, agitated, complaining about things and people they normally would just ignore.

I tell you, the ship is chock full with dynamite just waiting for the right moment. And it's scary to watch the timebomb tick down. So much friction, i hope it doesnt create too much sparks. I must say it's rather depressing to watch.

Saturday, October 04, 2008

Am i tired or is it something else?

I wonder what's come over me, i wonder if it's just my duty yesterday, that i just finshed cleaning arms or is it something else entirely that i can't put my finger on. All is well, we are in Dubai now, but theres nothing more interesting than that.

Indeed true when people say the grass is always greener on the other side, it is for me anyhow, i'm missing alot of things, not feeling ecstatic, or feeling anything in particular, it's probably nothing at all in the first place.

So numb.

And i don't know what to do.

Thursday, October 02, 2008

October 3rd. London.

Yes, now i know why pee misundestood my , or rather she interpreted it in a way i didn't mean it to, or i'm too blind to see it myself. Indeed, i have been rather steeped in the cyber world, so much so that sometimes i forget people close to me. And in retrospect, the italics seem so childish, i'm ashamed of myself. Finally, now that i'm here, i cherish that which i have lost. Now that it's been a month, i realise what matters. Really, the was a superflous bunch of verbose crap. Maybe coz i was half asleep. I was just forcing myself to think, i wasn't really feeling.

Why October 3rd. London?

Why, it's obviously not me.

Why, it's one of my closest friend.

I hadn't realised that his departure would mean so much. His being at home in Singapore gives my some assurance here, that i would have someone to talk to, to listen to me whatever the issue, to encourage me whatever it is. Now that he's going to leave, i feel somewhat uprooted and cast adrift without an anchor of stability.

Yes, i admit sometimes i'd take advantage of him as an emotional dumping ground. And i feel guilty that i have nothing more to offer than words.

We've known each other for close to 11 years now, it's always been a comforting presence, there's a sense of emptiness there, now that he's leaving, a certain void. You may think i'm exaggerating, perhaps. But, it pains me beyond words to not be able to say goodbye. Probably numbs the effect that i'm not even there, i'm just gonna have to acknowledge that. And that, will take some getting used to.

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Recollections from the Gulf

Well, now that we've gotten used to the duty watch system means i'm gettin bored on watch. So i was just randomly thinking up stuff to keep awake, to prevent my Chief from picking on me, even though nothing i do will stop it. I'll just have to get over it, though i know it's pissing my ass off. I try.

So indeed the below are the what i managed to come up with over 2 watches.





In the wind I stand.
Under the blanket of stars.
The watch never tires.



Land aloft the sea.
A bird does not lay its eggs.
Liquid gold it hides.



There are eyes everywhere.
Watching. Or scanning.
There are lights everywhere.
Illuminating. Or searching.
There are dhows everywhere.
Fishing. Or waiting.


A cold moonless night
The gunmetal cover of darkness

Lazy sunbeams peek through the shades.
I lay ensconced in a world of dreams.


My world is a vivid green haze.
Lights of faerie fire dance wildly.

Awake, I reconnect my consciousness to the world.
Graceful, I skim the web like a playful sprite.


Captured as blips on the radar.
Like bugs in a web.

Unfettered, I walk the cyber pathways.
Enchanted, I enter the portal of fantasy.


Invisible chatter zoom from ship to ship.
Calm or agitated, yet all fast and furious.

I command Hermes at my fingertips.
Engaging strangers, engaging friends.


Sharks secure the barricade like weary watchdogs.
A mine, a fount of black liquid gold.

A wicked rhythmn snares my soul.
And I surrender my sensibilities for a night.


A chopper roars overhead.
Reluctant, I leave my trance.


Enjoy,

Saturday, September 20, 2008

There lies a question.

Someone talked to me today

Him: So you extended your service for one year?
Me: Yeah, i already pushed back my studies for a year?
Him: Really? That's stupid
Me: silence

He had no idea, no idea how much i went through just to get my sad ass here. And now that we are all fighting that mental battle within ourselves when things get tough, this just had to sink it.

Not that i blame him, i just hate that sickening feeling, yeah simply because he's ignorant or inconsiderate, or just tired when certain things slipped his mouth for that matter.

And right at the time when i'm beginning to wonder if i made the right choice, i began to question myself, i felt doubt poison my mind. There is still a long way more to go. This is only the beginning.

It didn't hit me at first, then after awhile, the creep infested my mind. Vile and revolting. I don't remember feeling so poisonous in a long while. For a sick, sick moment, I relished the feeling. Then cast it away.

Things your mind do to you in a cage of a ship.

Oh, I saw dolphins the other day.
Loads of em.
For some reason, they don't really excite me to tell the tale anymore.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

The Beginning of the End.

Alas, our tour of Bahrain has come to an end. It has been a good stay, wonderful food. Spent loads on merchandise. Like USD 115 Oakleys, a watch and a whole lot of other stuff. So far things have been going well, just that our departure has been delayed somewhat due to some issues, so we get to stay longer and that means spending more money, sigh.

On a more sombre note, this is just a reflection of what just happened, no details, just go figure.

R.E.S.P.E.C.T

That has always been a touchy subject in the forces. Punishments are imposed immediately upon any breach of such. I understand it being discipline, but overdoing it makes us look pompous.

Down from the lowliest of the low to the king of kings, honestly, paying of such compliments being demanded as the law cheapens its intended purpose of paying respects, it simply becomes an aesthetic gesture.

I dont see how a senior officer should demand compliments more than a junior officer should. After all, who we are saluting is the President who bestowed the rank upon the officer and not the officer himself. Regarding the seniority of the officer it should be reflected in the behaviour of one interacting with said officer and not purely in the gesture of an empty salute or bland greeting.

Ultimately, respect needs to be earned and not given purely by virtue of one's rank or establishment, it's more of working to earn that respect due you. It's rather depressing that a some people are still subscribing to such a superficial mentality.

A senior officer demanding compliments VS a senior specialist who works to earn said respect.

I'll give it to the one who earns it.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

A foreign land

A foreign land.
A land scarred barren with a khaki blanket.
A scorching and stifling land.

Welcome to Naval Support Activity Bahrain (NSA).
A U.S.N Military Base in Bahrain.

Hola to all of you.
I've just landed my first toes on Bahraini land yesterday. Things have been crazy, so has the satellite. Apologies for no calls and no emails and no updates. I'll bring you up to speed. We arrived in Bahrain yesterday, we've already been in her waters for quite awhile, just that port clearance took eons and Arabs are usually more liberal with their time.

Anyway, the weather here SUCKS. Singapore is PARADISE. One day we were sailing and the night winds were chilling, the very next day it was like sailing into a heatwave. I often wonder how i managed to survive under my helmet and anti-flash gear for so long, its a constant 38 - 42 degrees here. It's hot hot HOT!

So far it's my second day of liberty, the first day wasn't much cause most shops were closed when we arrived, and it is Ramadan period now, so that means fasting from sunrise till sunset. Bahrain will revive again after sunset. So now, i'm actually inside the U.S encampment NSA, it's sorta like a R&R area for the military, and the only place alive in Bahrain during Ramadan. Gonna go out and explore Bahrain soon, it's almost sunset. Gonna look for decent oakleys, cause the heat is ridiculous.

Monday, September 08, 2008

Hikari

Lights. If i had the time. If i had the luxury. I would gladly write a poem in awe of nature's beauty like dear Coleridge would. I miss poetry. Yes, i have seen the endless seas. Yes, i have witnessed brilliant sunrises and sunsets. Yes, i have stood through the misty rains. And yes, i have seen the sky painted with stars.

But tonight was different. I saw lights in the ocean. Little blips of blue green orbs, everywhere. It was like fireflies, in the ocean. And as the ship plows through the ocean, majestic waves white waves are thrown side to side. As the crests of the waves break, it bursts into life with a bright luminscent glow, as if burning as brightly as it can before it expires into nothingness.

And there i stood, utterly mesmerised, i simply stared, and admired the naked beauty of nature. It was as if the ship was sailing on a bed of stars, ruffling them as we go by, like we are sailing through the skies... No words are adequate description.

Did i mention we saw whales? And flyin fish skittering across the ocean? A story for another day =)

Sunday, September 07, 2008

Lost at sea.

So many things are goin on now at this time. I'll admit i'm in quite a mess. Watch duties are due in about 8hrs time. The official watch duties are comin in soon. I managed to get into youtube somehow. Listenin to Paige Williams - So Much More.

It's gettin hectic. Drills. Gunnery work. Watch duties. Stress. It's all takin a toll. And it's only like 8 days? I've lost track of time. Things are really gonna go up one notch now. I'm not broken yet. Not by a long shot. No. It's just that ... I can't place it, it's so many things that i'm feelin. Yeah, i'm missing the life back in Singapore.

Perhaps i just need more sea breeze to blow it all off. Bask in the moonlight and a sea of stars.

Anyway, we'll be calling to port in Bahrain soon, can't say much about it, hope it's gonna be fun, yeah, i can't wait to get off the ship. The routineness is really gettin to everyone, it's pretty scary to see sparks fly from the most unexpected of people. I pray i'm not one of those.

So many things are reminding me of so many other things, it's like a jab of heartache every now and then. There's that nagging feeling at the back of my head, i just can't put my finger on...

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

Listenin to Disturbia

Rihanna's my best friend this trip man. I'm hooked, i'm listenin to her at every turn. Hah, as i said before the sea is indeed gettin alot worse now. People really can't stand still heh. I just had firing the day before, it was alright. I think it's really all about managing stress and confidence. Somehow the firing tested my nerves, how i must be able to pin it down when needed and not fumble on the job, coz if i fumble, it's not just my life at stake... That is a chilling thought. So i guess i'll take this time before we begin proper to prepare.

It's been almost 5 days, it's the 5th day now. No, homesickness hasn't kicked it yet, not for a long shot, but tempers are already flaring, fuses are burnt. It's scary, but it's cold hard reality and it tests us and most importantly myself to be able to handle it. Be it calming the related people or takin someone else's wrath. It's chilling how primal us humans can get when it comes to the basest of our emotions.

I should prolly get going. It's dog watch now.

Monday, September 01, 2008

The High Seas

The floor is never stable onboard a ship, now i know what that means. And its gonna get worse, might have been fun for the moment but not when u start to feel a little top heavy in the HEAD department. Yeah, i'm missing everyone back home, missing all the crazy things we used to do. It might be a little quick for all these homesick talk, but if i don't say it now, i might not have a chance to use the coms when EVERYONE else starts feelin homesick, which is like a hundred over other people.

Otherwise its been a good sail. The open sea sparks of freedom, such pure unadulterated freedom. It's rather ironic that we are stuck onboard a ship... I shall share some nice expressions of sunrises and sunsets if i see some and put them in words as best as i can, coz i can't do any media transfer here...

Now, its about time for dinner. And i'm drained.

Saturday, August 30, 2008

What a day.

Okay. The last lines are cast off and we are finally off. I know i've been emo-ing alot to friends lately, and i know that i will be able to handle it when the moment i'm on it. Yeah, it's kind of like going through an emotional void, i'm not feeling anything, not overtly much anyway, kinda numb. Maybe it's a mental self defensive shut down mechanism.

Yeah its a pretty fucked up way to start a day, drunk and hangovers and whatnot. Nevertheless, i enjoyed it, till the point my memory became moot anyway. So that's what being dead drunk is like. Oblivion. Yeah, thats the word. The next thing i knew, my handphone was in a pail of water with my pants and vomit. Wonderful. So pardon me for not being to say last minute goodbyes, part of the reason why i'm feelin so fucked up.

So, i'm floating on the ocean somewhere, praying my drowned phone will be revived soon, it's like losing a part of me, so many people i wanna call to talk to but i can't. I can't use facebook, friendster, or web messenger, youtube too. So my primary means of communication would be emails, blogging, and calling. Sigh... my handphone.....

Sunday, August 24, 2008

The 21st Bash!

What can i say? It was a roaring success. I would just like to thank everyone who made the effort to come, it really made a difference to me. I could not have asked for more. To the raccoons, you are most loved, I totally dig that photo biography of me, of my life with you guys 'thus far', and i just want to give you guys credit for taking on such an ardous task, special thanks to Kelvin.

A2, you are not forgotten as well, this is including Wan Jin as well who came. I humbly thank you guys for your choice picks on books, that filled up my personal library onboard and saves me the mind-boggling hassle of rummaging through a bookstore for such wonderful literature. And that moleskine notebook was perfect, simply perfect. Cheers to whoever came up with that, i couldn't think of a better gift for myself.

To the last survivors of sedet1, meaning those who still remember the meaning behind 'sedet1', i wasn't really expecting you guys, but you proved me wrong, you proved that our spirit endures... It's really heartening to me, and it says that i made the right choice in going for OBO V. I can't say how wonderful it is to see you guys after so long. Thank you.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Slow down.

Wait. Listenin to muttons to midnight when i'm feelin rotten doesn't seem to help, i think it makes it worse, but the music is good, just not the djs. It felt so painful to be cooped up at home instead of catchin up with close friends during my last 2 weeks before i depart, especially since i'm on leave. It's not that i'm blaming them or anything... things simply are as they are.

I didn't expect the journey along to be this painful or stressful... So many things to do, so many undone. I'm simply not on it. Everything seems to have lost its flavour, I'm not sure if i'm prepared for my birthday celebration. When i ask myself why i'm doing this. All i hear is an empty echo, not an answer.

I'm not ready. I don't know what to do.

Suddenly i'm so alone.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

The stars are misaligned.

Oh wonderful. I got caught for my cam phone. I got 4 extras. And the coxswain's gonna make me declare it to the ship's company tmr morning. O! Reputation! Reputation! Reputation! Not to me, but to my mother unit.

What. Bad. Luck.

Thursday, August 07, 2008

Back from sailing

Sailing has been exhausting really. As it has always been, but its different this time. There are things bugging me, on my mind, and it was never my forte getting them out. I realise i'm being really cryptic. But these unsettling feelings are equally cryptic to me. It's as if my body is feeling my emotions before my mind can comprehend them. That drives me crazy. I'm really confused with what i really want now. And i want to stop and take a breather. What do i really want, for this life? And time just moves irrevocably on. It's like pushing against a moving wall, inexorably pushing you, whether towards your destined path, or your predetermined doom. Time is such an insidious element. It's almost downright wicked. And i want it to stop, so much. I really need a breather. And ask myself my heart's desire.

Monday, August 04, 2008

I Blog?

Wow, i just remembered i used to have a blog and sometimes how cathartic it is. But mostly i just can't be bothered to pen my thoughts, cathartic as the process maybe. Wait. Catharsis? I barely remember the meaning of that word. Wait. Emotional release. Yes. That just came to mind. My brain is like a stock market exchange, thoughts fly in and out like money does, it comes in settles for a minute then leaves and i can't remember whit after that. So blogging becomes a business where i sit and stare at the screen waiting to my fingers to dance over the keyboard, which they never do now.

I may have paid a price too dear to extend my service. Steeped in crude language, colloqialism and the occasional dry comms lingo. I've lost my tongue, sharp or not. I wonder to myself if i'm up to the task of taking English as my major again. It's like a silent gnawing fear of not being up to par. Nonetheless, i have to stow that fear away for another day. Because the deployment is around the corner. Gotta get psyched.

Sometimes i think saying that i've been too busy to blog is a lie. I've kept away too many things, like little devils trapped in a Pandora's Box, one day that box might explode. Perhaps i should take some time to compose myself (and my writing).

So anyway, i will be sailing off tmr and next week again for a few more sea checks before we are declared ready for ops. I may have been excited, now i'm rather nervous. Of what's gonna come ahead and what time i have to prepare for it. I try to push it aside and enjoy life for the moment, kinda like living on edge now. Maybe, its because i have to get mandatory insurance, sign a will and all those morbid talk of blood and gore.

Living on edge. I rather like it. Though not very healthy for my wallet. But for once, i dont feel so chained anymore.

Lastly, for those who survived reading, congratulations if you didnt mute your speakers. I put the song to irritate ppl =P It's so fun planting earworms if you get what i mean.

Monday, June 09, 2008

Irritating things.

Blogging as requested by the gang. I wonder how i subconsciously manage to trot up so many blonde points. Albeit some are done as a joke of the moment but have been taken into account as a 'blonde moment' sadly, and i'm not allowed a defense to clear my name. So if you really must refer to me as a 'blonde' i suppose you may.

Buffets can be such a pain sometime. Gosh, stuffing ourselves like pigs to get that money's worth. I suggest French minimalist cuisine, that's more forgiving on the stomach, not on the fat content though. No doubt, we had fun at Settlers with many a memorable moments like "Hinny" and "Vow" and Ra's incessant table slamming. But the Ra-Fiesta has yet to end.... As we shall see.

I honestly think that the road transport system needs a major overhaul. Something must be done about those OBSCENE rush hour traffic. Its like a 2 min wait at EVERY traffic light junction. Highways become snailways. Inconsiderate drivers. Singapore is having a daily gridlock during rush hours. I see a LONG line of empty cabs lining up to enter a shopping mall. Hoarding the entire first lane, choking the carpark exit. Wonderful idea really if you ask me.

Buses coming at weird intervals. The next bus comes in 9 mins, the following? 11 mins. And it can be soooo irritating when the bus is about to leave some middle aged lady come tottering on her heels flagging the bus, just as she gets on, the door closes, the driver turns away, another flustered looking student comes running flagging down the bus thats about to leave. And the bus stops again. All this coupled with a gridlock in a stuffy bus stop with bus exhaust fumes caressing your face, is enough to make my blood boil. And the poor bus drivers have no choice but to wait with an exasperated look on their faces lest they face complaints from whiny Singaporeans.

Of course, such commuters can be bad, but there are worse. The inconsiderate devils on the buses behaving with what i call lousy bus etiquette. You are asked to move to the back of the bus so more people can board. But for inconvenience sake some in fact most wish to cluster-fuck at the door leaving a gaping chasm at the rear of the bus. On at the routine behest of the bus captain to "Move to the rear" only then will these people shuffle their butts backward. It's a waste of your time and everyone else's time. Stupid.

Just as i was getting home this evening, i was on a bus home, due to a lack of seating. Many passengers had to stand, though not to the extent of packed sardines. I noticed this girl who firmly planted herself in front of the door, passengers had to squeeze past her to get to the back where theres more space, i was wondering why she didnt move, so... it seems that she's on the phone, so i thought maybe she was gettin off soon like in a stop or two. It so happens the i was on svc 88 from amk hub to bishan, so its quite a few stops. And this woman never budged a step even till the bus reached bishan, i waited i thought she was going to get down, she was oblivious to the world except her handphone, hence i had to unceremoniously push past her, squeezing as much as i can to get through. Gives a whole new meaning to the term door bitch.

Last but not the least are the bus drivers. I wonder where their driving license came from, an alien planet? This usually happens at traffic light junctions or slow moving traffic. They engage the engine, move a metre or so then jam the brakes. Move abit then jam the brakes, they have to know they arent driving a car, it's a bus with people. This is the worst when the bus is packed during rush hours, everyone mashes to the back as it moves then jerks forward as it brakes. Not only does it make for an unpleasant riding experience, it's also a hazard for people, falling down, getting mashed etc.

So far, this has been Aaron on the road transport system for the day, thank you for your rapt attention.

Now tag or bugger off.

Friday, April 25, 2008

And the word is out.

Alas! I have been confirmed for OBO. The struggle with the pes status issue has been cleared albeit a little late. Instead of how one door closes another opens, one worry subsides and another surfaces. Now is the issue of deferring my matriculation into NTU, yet another problem to plague me. How frustrating bureaucracy can be, its red tape heaven everywhere. Now if you would allow me some time to fuss....

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

the 100th post

Hah. Decided to give it the centurion name for this post because, well... Kinda reached the point in life where its time to direct your path ahead. Part of the reason why i'm forced to come here is because WoW is down for maintenance and freaking facebook is pissing me off, least to say i've had a bad day.

It's about time to update a little about my life. Close friends I've already told you about my decision, and i have received a plethora of varied reactions from the passive to the explosive. So instead of going through the pain of tellin you one by one and await possible tongue lashing. I'd just like to say I have extended my NS service for awhile. I might be participating in an overseas mission in the Gulf region from the period of August till December.

Why i say might is because nothing has been cast in stone yet, except for the fact that i'm on voluntary extension of service till May 11. Due to the fact that i fractured my left arm last March, i have been downgraded, and i need to be combat fit to be eligible for this mission. BUT, the imcompetent medical board, seems to be highly inefficient in processing that. Something that should have been decided on months ago. Damn the stupid organization and it's red tape.

And please, stop bombarding me with questions demanding why i made such a decision. It's not just grating, it's even bordering on disrespecting me and my decision. All i ask is for your support and not your advice.

So now, i have no idea what lies ahead, mission or education? Staying in the husk of what's left of my platoon, only to learn that nostalgia is a bittersweet feeling. Nothing more substantial than that. Hanging on to fraying threads.

Really, whats worse than being stuck in the doldrums of time, not moving at all. It's got me so weary and jaded, with nothing to work toward, everyday an unliving farce. I have not the strength to do what i need to do, face what i need to face. Maybe i'm just lazy, maybe i just need a spark somewhere.

Friday, March 07, 2008

O.R.D



I never thought I would see this day coming. I mean I got so used to seeing people leave. I never thought I would leave myself. It's almost surreal when I took back my Pink I/C. Remembering the day i relinquished it on that scrubby island in that scrubby Ulysses Coy for the GreenCard. And so the story that began on that little island ended in Changi Naval Base not too far south...

It was just 2 years ago when i had relinquished my I/C on tekong in that auditorium unknowingly. All the feelings that accompanied me when i first set foot on that island, i felt i could collapse from over-feeling. Of course, this whole new life isn't something one gets acquainted to overnight, i meant all the incessant, nonsensical shouting of course. I couldn't fathom how a human with intelligence could stoop so low, suffice to say what's being done acheives its objectives in a crude manner. SO, i did make friends in BMT, one has to, to survive. I could remember the myriad types of people we have, even though it was a JC platoon.

We had the slackers. The Bastards. The clueless. The only-PHD-beng. The aristocrats. The silent ones. The gossipy ones. The one-who-can't-sing-for-nuts. The chao-geng kia. The cheena-types and so many more... Of course there were some nice moments and those downright dirty ones when people quarreled or played stupid political games behind the scenes (being a JC platoon, nothing was too blatant).

Most of us survived through BMT, meaning 24km route march, battle inoculation, and 7 day field camp. Somehow we made it, nothing beats the POP parade for us even though it was rainin and all on the ominous day of 060606, we felt proud as we passed-out of the accursed (aka haunted) island.

A few days later, i received posting orders as a Naval Combat Systems Operator @ RSS Panglima, Changi Naval Base. Thinking that a whole new world other than the crappy army has been opened up, i was rather pleased. Yet, somehow i was cheated being told that there weren't enough vacancies and was reposted to another unit, something called 'Sea Soldiers' silly if u ask me. Thinkin that i was gonna be doing army stuff again filled me with gloom.

Before that however, i went through a 3 mth training course, a rather shiong one if i may say, because i managed to get almost a silver (due to my lousy SBJ) from a fail. Finally, i got posted to Changi Defence Squadron, Sea Defence Team 1, aka SEDET 1, a truly unforgettable platoon. We kinda stuck through everything together except for a one or two bad eggs, and fyi bad eggs don't thrive very well in Sedet 1, it wasn't a place for dirty backstabbing, it's was confrontation, suffice to say that solves most problems. We had fun of course, we were a rather tight knit somewhat 'elitist' bunch among the other sedets riddled with problems, conflicts and whatnot, we were just a happy-go-lucky bunch. Which was all very good for 6 mths.

I had a stupid accident, all because i was over-enthusiastic over a sepak tekraw game where i broke and dislocated my left arm. I was MIA for about 3 months. In the process of which i also became the butt of jokes for my arm, i had a metal piece to join my broken bones so, go figure. When i came back at long last. Things were not what they were, CDS was on the verge of a monumental reshuffle, in the midst of dirty politicking, silly feuds and standing up for what we deserved, SEDET 1 was a victim and was no more broken and split and melted into the other 2 platoons. It was a period of adjustment and depression, even though we were all still in the same unit, i still missed them, being absorbed into the other platoons meant that we were 2nd class citizens. Things went on for awhile and we grew numb.

Now, that i have somewhat assimilated myself into the new platoon, replete with underground dealings, dirty backstabbing, ugly politicking, snide remarks and jokes. I got sick of it. I settled myself down with people i trust at my station where i was the I/C and made my stand. That made life bearable even with the disgusting 7 day duty cycle implemented. I recreated what i could of my previous platoon and survived.

Being in the navy has opened my eyes to the world, i've done crazy things that i actaully enjoy, seen foreign navies the world over, gone onboard an american aircraft carrier, taken numerous J-turns, and actually did an activation even though i wasn't qualified. What matters most - poignant memories.

Now... i'm just waiting while i reminisce.

Friday, January 25, 2008

My blog is so underused.

I just realised i've been posting alot less than i should. Making use of this space for its intended purposes, to share, to laugh or to simply vent. I have been feeling alot lately. Then again i always do, during 7D especially when theres nothing else to do except duty, sleep and watch tv. Pretty much a monotonous duty cycle every other week. Now that the realisation that i'm going to ORD is looming around the corner, i wonder what i really should be feeling? Elation? Anxiety? Or anticipation on what's to come?

At this point of time i realised that i've again drawing close to the conclusion of this chapter in my life. And i wonder if i have actually made the most of this time. Or rather am i ready to dot the full-stop to this story? So many things have happened, its bittersweet recalling those poignant moments. I was just talkin to a few of my platoon mates yesterday, just sharing and reminiscing the times, laughing and lamenting the changes these 2 years have wrought. That brought tears brimming.

The realisation that i'm again taken away from a place so familiar, so memorable shakes me to the core of my being. Half of me can't wait to leave, the other half refuses to budge a milimeter. I am unsure where my path in life will lead, i am afraid to take that step. All the friendship, the laughter, the suffering, everything that makes us human, diminished, as i am thrust out into cold reality.

It's so tiring having to construct these walls to protect yourself again, after leaving yourself to the trust of familiar people.

Somehow, i'm not complaining after last week's duty, because i understand these people as friends.

Monday, January 14, 2008

AnnYeonHaseyo from Korea!

Well looks like I haven't been around for sometime. Owing to bad temper due to sickening duty schedules that took away my Christmas, and is going to take away my Chinese New Year too. Simply cannot wait to be free of this bondage. I'm not sayin that its bad or anything, its just that the duty cycle is somewhat demanding, burning holidays along with it just isnt helping.

But on a lighter note, I did have some fun in the 8 days Korea trip (which i better have because its all expenses paid by me!) We (as in me and 5 friends) visited loads of places, did tons of sightseeing and of course being total cam-whores. HA. Chief of those sightseeing locations were notably Jeju Island, home of many natural wonders, also our first very exciting contact with snow, ice, wadever. Which degraded our intellect to that of 10 year olds, playing around like fools. We visited an extinct volcano overlooking the sea, rushing up to the summit to take in the breathaking view of the vegetated caldera and the open ocean where stray sunrays blazed through the thin cloud cover. (I'll try to post the pictures online.) Dropped by the teddy bear museum where everything possible is 'bearified'.

Of course, the food was wonderous. BBQ pork, beef, chicken. Bibimbap. Seaweed. Ginseng Chicken and all. Visited Everland and Lotte World amusement parks. Took the craziest rides of my life. Aka the Gyro Drop and the Gyro Swing. Gosh. I couldnt even scream in time. Those are things you only take once. And i mean ONCE.

I seem to realise that the Koreans have wonderful skin and perfect eyesight, other than the fact that they have small eyes, but wow perfect skin! You could say its the Face Shop that they have, maybe its their healthy foodie culture, or perhaps its the ginseng overdose they have. I don't know but they have skin to die for, if you are looking for a skin graft, appeal for Korean Skin.

I also noticed that they are very environmentally friendly at heart. They try their best to limit the damage tourists do to natural attractions, so that even fragile environments like corals are maintained well (that was in our submarine ride underwater.) They use metal utensils and chopsticks. They charge for every bag you use when you buy stuff, and offer boxing services with large purchases where you can stuff your stuff into used cartons. Very interesting culture.

Did you know that their history is so wrought with war and more war that their greeting 'AnnYeonHaseyo' literally means 'How are you faring?' (Did your husband die in war? Was your wife taken focibly? Are your children well?) It's now used as a blanket greeting for Good morning, afternoon, evening and farewells.

Now if you would leave me to do my photo collating. Check out facebook for more photos =)