Let’s get high.

I know i’ve been absent for alittle too long in the scene of wordpress and the apologetic feeling didn’t strike me until she appeared with that frown online, hence i’m actually triggered to find time currently to sit motionless in front of my desktop wordpressing (apparently i’m supposed to be in town already).

It’s really hard to go into detail about the army life because on many occasion i find myself vulnerable to be getting charged and sent to the detention barrack (military jail a.k.a. DB).

F.Y.I DB is horrible and i only heard stories about that God forsaken place. You are actually thrown into a three by three meters cell (nine square meters if you can’t calculate, you know what army does to you) with two more mates. That sums up to three people squeezed up, definitely not an ideal place for claustrophobic pals out there. With addition, you have to eat/sleep/shit there, picture perfect isn’t it? Every morning, there will be this special sandbag physical training, which you must carry a certain load of sand (twenty kilograms i think) and run around the parade square, hohoho.

Graduation from Basic Military Training (BMT) was a rather emotional event for me. Having to complete a twenty four kilometers route march before embarking onto the parade square to have my graduation parade with full battle order (field pack, LBV, helmet and gun), whoa, sense of achievement up one level. It was really nice that my parents took time off to travel down just to put on a jockey camp for their silly son.

Returning home never felt better i swear, your family and that particular soft comfortable bed, simply orgasmic when you fantasize about it during camp hours, totally whoa. Anyhow, when i start my engine ranting about all the nonsensical events that happened throughout the week and all the pain around my body, i could always secretly catch my mama wiping away her tears. Mama, i will not just be strong, but stronger i promise.

Graduating from BMT equates to bidding goodbye to your commanders (you know i love you despite all the crazy punishment you made us went through).

“Pumping position down, down down down (with acceleration), crutches position change, up up up (with acceleration), jumping jacks in position change, eighty counts of twelve, pumping position change, how many days in army already? Learn your lesson already?”

Yes, i’ll definitely remember all these 1x good one. Thank you Platoon Sergent Joe Wee and Sergent Azhar, you two definitely made my BMT an exceptionally memorable one. Orion company, hoo ah!

How can i don’t talk about my close buddies in BMT that encouraged and cheered me up during the darkest moment. For example, when your basha (tent) is at the bottom of the slope and it begins to pour, the very next moment it is flooded, muddy water all over you. I won’t go on and name everyone because the names might just send you into a complete swirl, i know you know who you are, very grateful indeed.

Just in case, if you need to hear more army stories i’ll be more than willingly to entertain you over the starbuck’s coffee table with caramel macchiato.

Anyhow, here comes the block leave that i deserve. Honestly and initially, it has been a frantic panic at the disco, when the parties/gatherings/chill outs/catch ups and et certa engulfs you. At a dilatory pace, they have been dying down and i’m starting to spend more time at home, allowing my physical self to catch up on more sleep and finally give my muscles some breathing space.

The above pictures are taken quite some time ago to celebrate my belated 20th birthday. In case you didn’t know, i spent my birthday in Tekong’s forest (second day of field camp), no one knew about it and i kept mum, telling myself, it’s just another day, live with it and grow up. I know some of you sent your well wishes on that day and deepest apologise if i didn’t reply you. The phone was only returned to me five days later and being a lousy old school phone, loads of messages obviously didn’t came through ):

In conclusion:

• This year’s birthday was devastating horribly unexplainable.
• I’ve actually thought of AWOL-ing (absence without leave) from army.
• Ask me out before my block leave expires, apparently a week from now.
• I need to shop badly and try to at least keep in touch with the current fashion.
• Someone give me advice on the breakout on my face, totally zomgbbq.
• Pray for my next posting, put me somewhere, where i can make a difference to this country’s army.
• I’ve updated my wordpress, yay.

So keep your love locked down, your love locked down.

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