just booked out yesterdae in the morning. and it feels just so fucked up to wake up early.
den had to travel north all the way from east. argh.

celebrate iswari's birthday in advance. swensen's again which was like i ate lastt week when celebrating shawn's birthday. den went down town to scout around for hamza's cap. i dont know what happen to orchard. but anthony is complaining all day long he saw millions of shits. looks like its gonna be end of world soon. ate at cream bistro in pacific plaza. de shop manager is a monster. his hair was destroyed by some grenade and he got mascara lipsticks blah blah make up on. -.-

down country club to watch epl. drank beer, blue lagoon. and now my brain kinda hurts. just like the heart man.

countdown to POP. roughly 10 more days.

alright. i like this song i just uploaded. from David Tao's new album, Too Beautiful.

alright. once back again from jurassic park. spent some days out field again for SIT test. some test to judge if u are good to become some commanders for the army.

walked like 12km to reach destination. good enough to make many expose their true colours when they are shagged. when people are shagged they tend to be selfish and care for only their own. wah bitch. but its all human nature. centipedes and uncanny lizards can be seen everywhere. food rations were not consumed completely due to the taste. abrasions and bruises all over. one pair of uniform for the 3 days. we stink worse than rubbish dumps. blurred vision caused us to be oblivious of the mosquitoes around. weather was a killer. hot & cold as and when the sky is happy. to summarise, many almost die in jurassic park again.

but tough times dont last, tough men do. im 2 more weeks to POP.

EPL started yesterdae. oh great my Arsenal draw with Aston Villa yesterdae. what a resistance game it was from Villa.

back. bback . back. from an almost-death week. true true true.
hope rest of the year willl be smooth ahead den.

threw grenade earlier in the week. shockwave was powerful. but everyone's lives were at stake. but nothing went wrong. fun and blah blah. got a short break from the National Day. was given a day break but wasnt given any chance to watch the parade. makes no sense.

came back. lightheaded. dont feel well. woke up with a fever of 38.8, continue with exercise and stuff. due to basic assault course. gotta to do it or else had to retake. fucked up. tolerate, my tolerance level had reached the maximum level already. my temperate manage to drop to 37.4
however sergeant wanted to see the temperature before his eyes, so i had to run up 5 levels to get my thermometer. as a i dashed out of the training shed, a van was driving towards my right direction. and bang! tat van screeched to halt. and the butch driver look retardily shocked.

i was too shagged to do anything. if public i will have fuck him or her. i-dont-know! butch!

sound ssilly rite. bang and how come im still here typing. but the whole company was stunned too. the sound was caused by my arm and the front of the van. i didnt fell down also. no feeling at all. superhuman u may think but i dont know wad really happen man. lifes fucked up anyway.

after BAC, fever came back. no choice had to see the medical officer for the first time. the whole person i ever seen in my life. no sense of urgency no sense of efficiency. and best part when i was already 38.7 degrees, i wasnt allow home. but only light duties. wao.

that night's sleep in bunk was horrendous. wee hours peeing was more frightening den anything. shower water can be heard. stupid thoughts everywhere. legs turned elephant and cant move. oh well, survive it and here im back.. back home.

its been long man. ever since my last update.

alright people. two weeks back i spent some confinement days. one week of serving the obligation and one FUCKING week of field camp. so theoreotically i had gone through the shit week without bathing and losing communications with the outside world.

Field Camp.

obese wild boars charging into tents, breaking free into wires, gorging field bags loaded with sordid food rations. so lucky i was named to do my guard duty on my first day of Field Camp. carried with heavy flu and slight fever, i sat at some uneven ground with my guard duty mate. nope. there was not a slightest movement. no Fatimah Rockers either. no women screeching; no babies wailing; only exceptionally reeking smell from the latrine which im so LUCKY to help out with. i digged the shit HOLES. the number of houseflies was dreadful. and with some REALLIE-FUCKED-UP people who dont cover the shit holes with the soil. they made the whole place like open area for shitting. bitch.

field camp is just like so damn shagged life with no water at all. i almost died. swear. but i noe theres always this person who acts as my motivation to carry on. yeah. even till now though things had to go other ways. theres no choices.

Live Range.

Shooting the real rounds. well. balls shrink. loud noises. waiting like a retard. what else? but its over. aint gonna be any marksman after some night blindness experience. fuck. my basic military training are soon to be over. great.

outside to the mainland. misery everywhere. things werent the way they were. and all i could do was to lessen the unhappiness; let go. letting go the motivation.

har. :(