It's amazing to realise sunday isn't that wonderful at all.. Afterall, for all the shit we endured for the past seven weeks, what we are lookin forward to is only one thing, Passing Out Parade (POP). Yeah, life in Tekong is actually great. It will be a period whereby brains won't function, actions are synonymous with those tame Golden Retrievers, and our masters are none other than our dear Sergeants...
Well, i've experienced memorable stuff in the offshore island.. Platoon mates got tortured physically and mentally.. running like a sloggin dog from one point to another.. If that isn't enough, zero counts of half left down shld be sufficient to shag our fragile and precious bodies... Imagine continuously doing the damn shitty push-ups counting from A-Z till the word ZERO is formed.. wow.. u will realise how manly u have become.
Friends in it are great.. We eat drink merry as a whole lot.. and Sing the ever out of tune Infantry Song to our dear SIR and performing as a Choir with additional AL Capella flavours induced into the act.. Considering a bunch of Botak Singers gathering and scream our lungs loud jus to ensure we won't get another set of Zero count of push-up..
This is the best of all... Half-left down with the fuckin rifle..
