altho it feels alittle weird. saying this.

i must admit that i feel alittle more than excited about the imminent home coming......

nuff said.

i'm booking back into camp.



let me leave you with a typical work day conversation that i have with a camp mate of mine.



*sitting at the computer working. extending people's ord due to misdemenours that they have committed. busy like mad. if thats even possible.

*jasper walks in. the most irritating fuck all irritant in the fucking saf's history.

*he spots me mini baby on me.

jasper " heh yi chiang, thats the o2 mini right? can i have a look?*

* me gives evil stare.


"no!fuck off!"


jasper walks away sulkily while the rest of us hi 5s and laugh away.




now. dont ask me why he cant prononce my name.
i dont know why. maybe its because of his small dick.
i know. cos wira saw, wira he told me.


"sial lar! jasper bodeh small ceoooooo!"

Upsize?

Upsize = more drink?

bleurgh.

what upsize really means.

Upsize = Bigger paper cup. More Ice. alittle more drink and then more ice to top up.


You know how i know? cause the stupid kentuckee fried cheeken girl did it right in front of me. Pouring "medium" into "large" and topping up with ice.



i'm never gonna upsize at Kenneth Fuck Colleen kentucky fried chicken anymore. In the R-me, there is a need to get every 50cents worth.



I'm a cheap fuck.



i didnt mean literally.


fucker.






anyway,
i'm being driven into the ground over work.
its quite bad.
hope i get my bitch at work soon.
So I can order him around.
to get my coffee. get my breakfast.
and maybe do some filing.




*at the moment, yi qian cant continue blogging as he is rolling on the floor half dead after watching a episode of american idol.


his mum goes "this is mad."


his mum, of cos, is referring to the show.

flashing back......


and so i was just reading some of my past entries.
Marvelling at how i've changed..
for better or worst, its debatable alright.

Entries for last year, i paid more attention.

and it dawned on me.

2005. meant and made alot of who i am this time around.
i certainly grew up alot more in 2005 than in any other years.
its like a coming of age thing.

I'm talking about specific events.
Things that left a deep impression.
things that will not leave me for a very very very long time.



there i was....fresh out of a 3 month stint on shenton way.
feeling..... i cant really recall. senselessly dead?
Depressed. Really down. For certain reasons that i myself cant put a finger too.
It was a combination of things. it certainly was.

Then there was prom-creation..
A gamut of feelings.
The D-Cup cleavage lows and the incredible highs that make me throw up more than once.
The bonds i've made with the prom comittee.
The stress i felt. The happiness i experienced.
The disgust i finally knew about the human race.

Prom night itself.
incredible. I drank, smoked myself silly.
The photos i took.
The talk we had.
The heartbreak i went thru.

Its rare, how one can experience a intoxicating high induced by alcohol and nicotine, as well as the crushing low that a beautiful female can bring.




Then. There was that time..
It was during a school holiday, i went back to school to do some work.
Somehow, it happened. I dont know how. I didnt plan for it. She was wearing specs. oaklets
at Jupiters cafe. followed by the beach.
followed by more heartache.
and nicotine withdrawal symptoms.
followed by ice cream with a cherished accomplice at the ice cream bar at gardens.
All in a day. As i said, its rare. To be crushed so badly and being picked up so gratefully in a single day. It was really what i needed. badly.



Then for awhile, it stagnated.
Then, there was the big R-me.
getting to know buddies for life.
Especially getting to know kris.
Fucking hell, the dude saved and helped me countless times.
I just hope i am the buddy to him that he is the buddy to me.
Make my life at BMTC all the much easier.

Them shaving my mop of hair.
waking up the next morning in camp.
feeling more fucked than ever.
incredible.

Fieldcamp.
Duty sentry.
The sky was so painfully beautiful.
So beautiful that it hurt. I'm serious.
I was there, with kris.
just marvelling and eating combat rations.
In the dead of the night. Talking. Listening for wildboars.
Freezing like crazy. So experiences, just cant be relived again.
I'm quite sure this is one of them.


There was live range.
Operating a gun for the first time.
Experince that i am grateful for.
There is always the satisfaction of hitting the target.
and the extreme sleepyness that you feel while waiting for your turn.


Then there was the ligament snapping accident.
in my mind i went "noooooooooo!"
But some things are meant to happen.
No 2 ways about it. It happened and boy did it hurt.
It felt so bad. so so bad. Looking at others train while staring at the swollen ankle.


Passing Out Parade.
This, i will never forget. Way way better than grad ceremony.
Throwing my jockey cap into the air. I really felt a sense of acheivement.
15 weeks. i lasted 15 weeks and became a much better person than i ever expected myself to be.
I felt a sense of real brotherhood and camaraderie with certain people.
Walking out of BMTC dragging my duffel bag with kris, it really felt....
so damn fucking satisfying.


Then couple of days after passing out parade.
It was, i should say. An exceptional evening.
exceptional.
dinner. playing the psp at the ugly lion who spits.
I look back at the evening with nothing but fond memories.
everything went perfect.
well almost.
but it was much more than i expected.
Everything went right. I enjoyed myself immensly.
It was really good. after so long.
even the photos came out great.
I dont care if you or my friends think its a mistake.
i'd gladly relive it 1 more time.
yes i would. no 2nd or 3rd thoughts of it.


Then there was the worst month in my whole life.
spent at 3SIR.
Where i went thru shit.
Where i was the most unhappy.
I cannot discribe how happy i was to get out of there.
It was such a relief.



I can only hope.
that 2006 will be alike 2005.
Lots of experiences, ups and downs.
cause seriously, me thinks, that it is the only way one can grow up.

Think that will be all.
Have a very cheery morning and a great sunday.