on that day itself i found my garters (all 6 of them) and a pair of boot lace insides my boots when i was about to wear them. i know i am an idiot. but how the hell was i supposed to remember i kept them inside my boots. sometimes i am too smart for my own good.
So i took an mrt to JOOKOON aka the other end of the world. it was raining. the ground was muddy. it felt like amry all over again. the boots were like super heavy... (and i almost had blister for wearing my uniform the entire day) and it was damn humid despite the rain.
the tour of the discovery centre was ok. been 10years since i been. waited damn long for the minister to arrive. recited the SAF pledge.... whoa. saf pledge. the last time i recited it was in 2002. damn wierd. and then they flashed a quote from someone
"it is different reciting the SAF pledge when you are 18, compared to when you are 38"
I am not 38... yet. but it does indeed feel ... somewhat different. and then i tot of my army days in bmt which was abosolute hell. and then the frens i met at SAFPU. ahhhhhh nostalgia.
YEah.... leave you with a shot of me in my no 4.... totally rocking the look.
On a totally unrelated note... i may not be going perhentian anymore cos my teacher fren cant go because teachers are suppoed to be socially responsible and avoid travel as much as possibile. BULLSHIT TO THAT cos we ahve been planning it for the longest time.... now we may hve to settle for St johns island..... which i think could be quite exciting too.... it could be a set for a real likfe slasher flick.
and also remember me saying i was damn stress at work.... i have been drinking for the past 2 nites cos of it. damn stressed damn stressed!!! i find myself excuses to drink all the time.... mid week drink. pre-weekend drink.... maybe next time it would be monday blues drink. DIE LIAO. sure get liver failure
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