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On Online Naming and Shaming

Before I begin this week's post, I would like to express my deepest condolences to the family and friends of the late CFC (NS) Aloysius Pang, who unfortunately passed on due to a serious training injury sustained during Exercise Thunder Warrior. This incident was certainly unnecessary and avoidable, and has shaken up the SAF and Singapore as a whole.  As an SAF soldier, I sincerely hope that his death will not be in vain, and that the SAF will take all necessary steps to prevent such further incidents.  However, as I am an SAF personnel, I am not allowed to speak out or speculate on public platforms on such cases. I will leave the findings and investigation to the Committee of Inquiry (COI). Furthermore, speculating on the matter would be extremely insensitive to the deceased's family, and frankly unprofessional. I will leave the matter as it is here. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Singapore is certainly...

Journey to the License: The End (Part 2)

I wrote on what happened during my internal evaluation and the 6 practice sessions before my practical test in my last blog post yesterday. In this blog post, I will detail what happened on the day of my practical test, and also wrap up my experience with BBDC. On the day of my practical test, which was 4 January 2019 (Friday), I managed to secure half day off from work since I did Christmas and New Year duties. I had a swim in the morning and thereafter a short meeting with my new boss before heading off for my test. A good colleague, Aaron, offered to send me and my Malay colleague out of camp, the latter having to attend to his Friday prayers. After lunch, my colleague abandoned me as he went to toilet, and off I went to BBDC. Although my warmup slot was supposed to be at 1345, I arrived at around 1315 and registered next to the Instructor's office. The instructor on duty quickly checked my details and PDL, before passing my details to another instructor, who led me to ...

Journey to the License: The End (Part 1)

As many who have been following my Instagram and Facebook would know, I've revealed last week that I passed my driving test, and am now officially a qualified driver! Although I passed my test on 4 Jan (9 days ago), I generally kept the pass as a secret from many till my Driver's License came and when I posted last week. I realized that my previous 2 posts on the Journey to the License was not too well received, and perhaps they were a bit long winded. Therefore, I also decided that since I've made my test pass public, I will also wrap up the series by talking about what happened since I passed my internal evaluation till the driving test. As for what happened during stage 2-4, those interested can drop me a message, or maybe one day I'll write about it (or on a separate link). I managed to pass my 5.01 Internal Evaluation on 23 December last year, having secured a rare Session 5 (the OT slot for BBDC instructors). Given that the date was near Christmas, many i...

My Innate Inability

Before I begin, I would like to take the opportunity to wish all Waydespective viewers a Happy New Year and a good 2019 ahead! While I certainly wish for 2019 to pass by fast, I will not be giving up on this blog, but instead continue to bring to you insights into current affairs and happenings in my life. Nothing will really change, I will still aim to bring a post every week (maybe skipping a week once in a while to take a break). This week, as there are not that many happenings in the current affairs scene, I will be writing on something that is rather difficult for me to express, yet has been a rather personal issue I've been facing for a while. I'm unable to cry to express sadness or being touched. Firstly, to clarify, this is not to say I am totally unable to cry. I'm able to laugh till I cry, and I can tear up when I feel indignant or when there's injustice brought against me. However, when it comes to sadness or being touched, it is very hard for me...