hellllllllllllloooo
BITCHES, im back!!
2weeks of confinement DONE!
7weeks left to uhm, end of BMTC!
4days of attend B cos of flu and cough.
im glad i survived the TOUGH (well, to
ME i think it's tough cos im like super slack
please! PE just run a bit can die alr) training.
so hurray me.
activities were fun. didnt go IPPT.
omg, our bunk's aim was to get MIN SILVER.
omg, im so stressed. and ALL PASSES for SOC.
im sucha
WUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSS. i cant
even do SOC with rifle. swing trainer=bleeding
fingers and route march = big fat blisters.
well, THAT day i could do the fucking SOC.
and now i cant. wtf. i was so depressed like farrrkkk! ):
especially the low ramp. MARRRRIAAAAAA.
okay, nvm. stop grumbling about random stuffs.
SOOO, loooove my platoon cos the people are
just so nice and friendly to talk to!
got myself a BESTFRIEND (aminahpong) during
my attend B days, gossiping about BCF, me being
new urban malay etc. I MISS ATTEND B DAYS!
and bunkmates are alright. i've sean (yeow choon),
kun jie and jin quan who're the nicest ever!
and the ever so entertaining BENJAMIN!!
(you should see his
kiwi impersonation. DOWWWWWWWWN).
then there's like cj people like alfred, sean, qi bin,
nice and funny people like kevin, junjie, zhi xuan
(jason, the pretty boy =.=" ). the funny person who
ALWAYS gets himself into trouble (JIAN WEN)
and the list goes on......
and im the only malay in my platoon, so i think
almost everyone in my platoon knows me?!
e.g
sergeant: muslim eaters fall out...
qazim: yes sergeant...
3days later...
sergeant: qazim, fall out...
*qazim stoning*
everyone: oei, qazim fall out lah. blablabla..
or scenario2.
*qazim does something wrongly*
personA: you can do it qazim!
person B-Z: yes qazim, go qazim! all the way.
so... i guess (almost) everyone should know me.
as the guy who cant do SOC and scared of
barbed wires. the
keng one, the
malay one,
the blur one and for all the wrong reasons.
hah. im so screwed up!!
i feel like puking and i love my company. (:
and the muslim food eeaters are funny too!
great company to have during breakfast,
lunch, dinner and nightsnack. and bitching
with council zul. thanks slut. HAH.
im damn black like chicken backside.
and i've a phobia of certain words.
1) down left.
2) DOWNNNNNNNNNN.
3) heads out.
4) platooon 4.. hurry up.
5) 1/2/3/4 more minutes.. (basically all numbers).
6) SOC
and the list goes on..
and there really is a someone that SCARES my
shit offf. ): hah. everyone keeps calling me his pet.
lol. omg,. im not funny anymore. market value drop alr.
must be NS, makes me not funny and so lame.
HOW LIKE THIS!!
okay, im tired. bye bitches.
and too many stories. CALL ME MY FRIENDS.
and im glad i made friends in the platoon!
still cant believe that i was so scared of making new friends.
2more days to book in day.. book in book in..
im so dark now i look like a freaking hotdog.
that's burnt. and wrapped in black paper.
and my head shape is so weird. ):
never knew what love was till i went inside..