this is it..

another week into the camp.

might sound pussy, funny or wad. but this blog gonna be some kinda of a kaopeh site from now on. for all odds stack on me, i fucking tell the world i cannot take the shitt stuff anymore man. im damn impressed by how those people could haf the courage to sign on. and daunted by those claimed hes been with the camouflage force for million years and lovin every single bit of it. crazy fucks.

for all i know. my frends all over other units or companies. some are fortunate some are worse off. but my fellows who are same with me but other companies could take no more such colossal amount of stress. you will be intrigued by how much sianzation it can creates. how unintelligent this system can be and why is there such stuff created. omg.

for all hell i know. with all forbearance i prayed i have.. all patience and tolerance i will achieve.. i know i had to struggle my fuckiest to carry on even to breathe the last oxygen that flow through my artery. EVEN ITS NOT WORTH IT.

many often are impressed if u are able to enter into command sch.

i tell u. Fuck you. its worse den hell.

angels came to my aid. tey let me out finally after one fucking horrible terrible horrigible week. its so hardcore depressing. the most shiong ever. worse hardship than shit. i made a huge mistake by sayin bmtc was lagi jialat. NO NO NO. its wrong. its actualie 10 tiimes far better den sispec. imagine bookin out only on sats and even my birthdae i got some shit dunno wad till night. for once, i fuckin hate myself for going to this place. stress everywhere. fucked up ppl everywhere. seriously, i dont mind a war right now. cos it makes no difference. but at least i noe im defending my love ones. not like now. retarded and getting fucked.

im an angry man now.

with countless help needed.

this is it.

im going back army...

im feeling it man.

almighty gods posted me to SISPEC!
u noe SUFFER IN SILENCE PLUS EXTRA CONFINEMENTS.
oh yeah. SISPEC.

im gonna be a sergeant. not clerk not rifleman not combat medic not military police not regimental police or any defendant or any unit boy; nothing to do with armour or artillery but some commander for the future NS boys. muhahaha i swore im gonna tekan those retarded JC guys. fuckin especially those SAJC who acted tall and walked like some mafia big shots when tey visited tekong. muhahaha.

had to book in on monday already... sucksssss!

before this blog went collapsed, i better start writing something.

i thought i spent a great block leave rotting especially paid with super peanuts allowance of 350 that minus off cents and cents of unknown, mysterious magazines or associations and the kinda-of-cheating insurance bought fearing the only life is taken away. and as the leave start, i had a pizza dinner with mum cos its been quite long ever since i had one together with her. screw the nation's obligation. it takes away everything. especially time. time = money. 2 years = millions of dollars. wadever.

den i had a johor bahru trip. what the fuck. those "regular" beggars are still around. there will always be this guy with the decomposed elephant leg. u symphatise them but u wont get near to them. there is this mother and daughter combo. one leg missing man. blah blah. and those over-friendly cab drivers who looked more like kidnappers. had a stay over at my platoon's frend, subhas' house. some fucker whose borned in spore but stay in JB. he the man lah. so me Ant and him had a more than ever satisfying seafood meal at stulang. 3 people who gobbles food that can be shared by 6 or more. dinosaurs u can call us but our stomach almost rupture. but nothing could stop us from getting the final supper. RAMLY BURGERS. watched JarHeads with ramly burgers. how cool is that? NO ITS NOT. ramly cannot be served cold. damn.

and den rot somemore till sergeant call and say that we had to go back gather at ferry terminal to sign some form. WHAT THE FUCK. how smart is the PEOPLE la. so from north all the way to east. bravin through the stormy weather and sign twice and tats it. feeling dim witted and brainless. i realise my past life i must have AWOL too much. now im returnin them. met up ah gu and mckie after sometime. chilled and dine and went BORDERS. on sale now but the books nowadays suck to core.

alright my posting is out tml. holy god. i really hate my remaining 1 year and 9mths. yucks!
will be back tml to f more :P

holy shit.

for once, time flies really fast. and ive finally Passed out from BMTC. Cougar Company. missing my fucking platoon tats at top level 5. missing my bed tats rather near to the creepy windows. missing de fucked up toilets that got spoilt shower heads. missing the courageous acts of puffing in the toilets. missing the haunted corridors tats often overflowed with litters thanks to us. missing the regularly pillow fights in the middle of night where i lead bunch of retarded assholes to whack someone who went dreamland already. missing the days tat slack in the bunk. missing my buddy's snores. fucking hardcore. and of cos those outfield days. he didnt let me sleep well. missing the neverending disturbances during bath. seriously its good old golden memories man.

pillowed our sergeants and our platoon commander till there was no struggle. hahaa. and i poured water on PC to summarise our conquer. phew. fun. fun. fun. well. 3mths left a great chapter in my life. but its still damn hard to pass those 3mths. lol. gd luck to those enlistin todae.

had aa great pass out parade yesterdae. weather was just alright. everything was just fine. finally no more chao recruits but privates now. leavin tat jurassic park was kinda of mixed feelings. one part quite unbearable the other just wanna fucked off. sergeants looked quite down. haha emo ppl. having many days break now. damn it.

8 more weeks to go.
and smack that! will complete my basic section leader course!
cheers : )

funny since people often says this two years are for reflecting wad to do in future. till now, im still lost. but im sure so are the rest. servin the army certainly makes one grow though where all your freedom are deprived, it makes u think and regret lots of things that you had not done properly in life. if things werent so complicated and tempo of life wun be so fast den that would be great. our phases of life are just like predetermined already. darn. oh well, craps aside and life moves on...

sometimes things dont run so smoothly as it suppose to be.
sometimes things happen in the way you dont want to.
just like living on a boulevard of broken dreams.

trust what you feels most. if you thinks its right, den no one should be able to stop you in doing.

2weeks passed and trillion days not seen, not met. heartache and excruciating pain un-felt. and to come with a sorrowful decision whom no one could comprehend. so near yet so far. time's not ripe and plentiful things left undone. above the scrawny shoulders lies with tons and tons of weights. but things are not ended yet ; they are not.

im just not ready.

8 more weeks to go.
and smack that! will complete my basic section leader course!
cheers : )

funny since people often says this two years are for reflecting wad to do in future. till now, im still lost. but im sure so are the rest. servin the army certainly makes one grow though where all your freedom are deprived, it makes u think and regret lots of things that you had not done properly in life. if things werent so complicated and tempo of life wun be so fast den that would be great. our phases of life are just like predetermined already. darn. oh well, craps aside and life moves on...

sometimes things dont run so smoothly as it suppose to be.
sometimes things happen in the way you dont want to.
just like living on a boulevard of broken dreams.

trust what you feels most. if you thinks its right, den no one should be able to stop you in doing.

2weeks passed and trillion days not seen, not met. heartache and excruciating pain un-felt. and to come with a sorrowful decision whom no one could comprehend. so near yet so far. time's not ripe and plentiful things left undone. above the scrawny shoulders lies with tons and tons of weights. but things are not ended yet ; they are not.

im just not ready.