To the f, to the U, to the C K S.. entering National service! or waiting for their letter or now going to pasar malam/beach road to buy your barang barang (etc. hangers, kiwi, mopiko, uniforms, boot gutters)

I GOT 1 WORD FOR YOU.. MARTHA FAKARS

ORD-LOOH.

this entire entry is dedicated to my gf who said my old style of "cute" blogging is extinct.
well not really.. just awol-ed for awhile.. there's nothing to blog much bout my 2 yrs in NS seriously lo, once you get your posting and pop-ed happily life for me is about pumping the shit outta the recruits. regardless of race, language or religion. besides teaching lessons, showing a little care and concern for my men, meeting interesting recruits (and their sisters and at times their gfs) its all just plain having fun.

i took 7 intakes and really had a wonderful time la.. how many bapoks i met.. how many bengs and mat rape kena pumped the crap by me..

instructor cb kia, sargent slaughter (i didnt mean to cause tt guy to have slip disc, really)

anyway once again.. ORD loh!

as following the tradition set by my past sargents, once its ur last intake and you got all 3 bars..this is how you suppose to behave..




ohh and my gf is a whuss.. haha.. i had to run from camp to her house WHEN I WAS ON DUTY so i could rescue her from this.. i dunno la, but really hope she'll remember me for not just being an ATM machine but a hero.. :P
captain baigon or smth..



dear must remember, one hand rolled up newspaper the other ur spray.. can already.