its an irony that a problematic sergeant had to counsel his men.

my men wrote peer appraisals for us. its always amusing to read at what they comment. for me, its those gay crap which i normally dont fuck care..i do my part my role..i teach.. tey wrote nice sergeant lah. good lah. something even better will be for e.g. sergeant interact with the platoon alot. always help us. something hilarious will be some wrote chinese, " yi ge hao ren". yah as if im some HK mafia boss..anyway its ultra gay. theres also remarks abt me saying im a dont-care-to-everything sergeant, forever play punk, stating im an ah beng. zzzzz...ok but overall was kinda of pleasing to see everyone happy, even when i told them to call me General. They gladly do. well, seeing other ppl happy do cheer u up a little. Trust me.

then, one moment. saw one of my man weeping. such a similar sight my men seen from me days back only. immediately i know whats wrong. my instincts were right. bull's eye.

im gonna protect his privacy. anyway, talked to him for fucking long hours & days. asshole. he better dont waste my saliva. such a good girl, wife material. he better dont throw away god's gift. all gods bless this man of mine.

im achieving things almost every moment. making one of men who fear heights to clear obstacles with heights. it took 2 days. each day just standing there waitin and talkin to him for 1hr 30 mins. hokkien to english to chinese to malay. vulgarities to proverbs to even half fuck standard idioms. its those swee swee counselling u wont get outside.

he jumped. fell. landed on knees. its sand; no pain.

yeah. i smiled.
because the first thing i heard from him was,

"thank you sergeant."


hope you are happy.