My Final Post (for now lah)

Training to be soldiers,
Fight for our land,
Once in our lives,
Two years of our time.

Looking all around us,
People everywhere,
Children having fun,
While we are carrying guns

Have you ever wondered,
Why must we serve?
Because we love our land,
And we want it to be free, to be free.

I used to sing that alot back in my NCC days. Never felt anything much then, primarily because school was just 3 bus stops away from my cosy little home. And more importantly, I could go home anytime.

Of course, that was the beautiful past. Now I'm having a perilous present in trying to get everything packed for my 2 weeks confinement. And not to forget, tomorrow is just the start of a very bleak future for me. I can't delay it anymore. I'm gonna serve the army!

Let's just hope what happened to MJ doesnt happen to me

Now I know how it feels when a person knows he is about to die. The person doesn't curse or swear at God for taking his life. The person doesn't cry or groan that everything is about to end. The person just accepts the fact that he's dying and embraces it. Like what I'm doing right now.

Embracing NS, can you believe it?

I can't believe how melodramatic I'm being right now. The bravado that I had probably got eaten up by the notion of not being able to shit whenever I want. Oh dear. What if I need to take a crap while doing the 24km route march?

Mommy, where's the toilet?

I actually wanted to give this entry a more sombre feel to it but I guess I'm better suited to talking writing cock. Despite being on Planet Earth for only 20 years, I've had my fair share of regrets and I'm pleased to say that reviving my blog is not one of them.

It was fun while it lasted. And it's always nice to see that some of you guys actually enjoy my posts and even favorited my blog! (Thanks Wan Qian but I hope it's not because you wanna seek some laughs over the silly photos of mine.) But I'm gonna have to take a hiatus again and I seriously hope you guys know why I'm taking it. (Jia lat, I doubt Mok know)

And if you excuse me, I'm gonna have to be in Pulau Tekong already. So take good care everybody and do stay alive.

I'll remove those xiao long pao baskets when I'm back. (Yes, my handsome face is right behind them)

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PS: Thanks alot for all the wishes. Appreciate it.

Hilarious Shiet!

What I'm Really Afraid Of (Continued)

I had a sudden cold realisation today.


I'm only 4 days away from not being able to shit whenever/wherever I want! No more doing the deed in the comfort of my own home or shopping malls anymore. No more reading newspaper or playing PSP while producing fertilisers anymore. And it's hello to toilets in another island and the great outdoors. How very tragic.

Seems like I'll have to keep it in during field camp

Pardon my crudeness. I needed to let it out. No pun intended of course.

And taking it from my previous post, what I'm really afraid of starts with the letter "S" and has something to do with this:

Come on... what are you waiting for?

Nope, it's not sex(lack of) Wei Jie. It's what comes after that actually.

Contrary to popular belief, I'm actually a firm believer in sex after marriage. All you need is a moment of folly and this little guy will be staring at you

Hello Daddy, what's up?

Just make sure you get married before you hit 40 though. You wouldn't wanna end up like him.

His first time lasted 1 minute

Anyway, it's SLEEP I'm talking about. Good quality sleep. Unfortunately for me, good quality sleep equates to at least 10 hours of uninterrupted sleep. And the chances of me getting 10 hours of sleep a day in Pulau Hell is as good as surviving a Letty's tombstone piledriver.

Can't get any worst than this

I know this sounds like a lame excuse, but do you know why I'm always late? 99% of the time, it's because I can't get my ass off my bed. It takes me at least 5 snoozes to wake myself up. 1 snooze 10 mins and you do the math. So there you go, it's not like I want to be late. I simply can't help it!

Then sleep earlier lah. Ignored.

Not only that, my Dad has offered to buy me 2 weeks worth of "Breathe Right" for me... without me asking him to. And his rationale? He's worried that Ah Bengs will whack me because they are kept awake by me not breathing right.

Don't hamtam me please

As much as I wish to deny that I snore, I do and pretty loudly too. And the best thing I heard about my snoring is that it's consistent. Which of course doesn't really help matters.

So here you go, what I'm really afraid of is not something trivial, it's a matter of life and death. Somebody save me please.