National Service, and lost of a good friend
I know,
It's been almost a week since I last updated,
It's as if I'm still staying in camp and coming out on fridays,
It's a fact- Every men gets 45% busier when serving NS.
But fret not,
For I'm here,
With a long update.
And for dial-up users,
Don't say I didn't warn ya;
Today's SLN entry will be heavily loaded with pictures.
I'm splitting it into two parts.
My little story of being in a better NS environment.
And the unfortunate accident of my best friend.
To start it off,
I first enlisted into Home Team Academy studying the arts of policing back in 8th July 08,
Also known as my breaking-up-with-miss-gf day.
For the whole 3 months plus of BMT,
I didn't actually socialise,
My bunkmates always sees me as a thinking man,
Who lied on his bed staring into nothingness.
Regretful.
Other than my bunkmates who understood my position,
The others hated me.
Hated me because I didn't socialise,
Hated me because they thought I'm just too arrogant,
Hated me because they thought I only talked to fair-skinners,
Hated me because I'm always in my own world.
In short,
BMT was hell,
Till the day I finally passed out,
And headed into the NPC squad studying the arts of airport policing.
Readers here may have sources to argue that I'm being left out again,
But look at that picture again,
And tell me what exactly am I holding,
Or groping.
Hell yeah,
With my personal problems off my mind,
I began to understand the importance of having tight relations with my bunkmates.
With Sharizal,
The superbly-egoistic being I ever knew that will never takes no as an answer,
That idiot who kept boasting about girls and that annoying "No one can beat me in Winning Eleven" talk.
But he ended up being one of the closer bunkmates I had,
Influenced me to smoke in camp,
And in fact we had quite alot in common.
I can never forget that night when I was smsing faf with him on my bed,
And ended up knowing,
We both know the same exact faf.
Sigh,
How happy he was when faf called him some hot stuff.
Should have warned her about his ego much earlier,
Tsk.
Oh and by the way,
He's trying to quit smoking,
So all the best to him.
With Sanjay,
I believe he was the first person I ever talked to,
After overhearing conversations labelling him Hindustani.
My oh my,
He was indeed the species whose movies always involves dancing advertisements.
I remembered going up to him for the first time and telling him how I love hindustan songs,
And sang to him,
I thought he was gay because he got excited and kept touching me,
But no,
He touches everyone.
He's always hyper,
And we'll always end up singing bollywood songs with him helping me translate what it means,
I still rule though-
I can do hindustan dance moves and he can't.
Buahaha.
With Ridzwan,
Sanjay always calls him "Crazy boy",
But he's in fact worser than the title given.
He's always doing stupid stuffs,
Doing stupid accents like that fuckingly annoying Javanese accent,
And because of that,
He keeps us full of laughter.
I would have recommend girls to him if he's single now,
Full of humor,
Nice body,
Has a bike,
Corporal,
But unfortunately he's attached to one pretty girl with a flowerly name,
The best about his girlfriend is of course,
OH HOW LOVELY!
With Wei Chong,
Neh I don't have his picture.
I used to hate him alot when my bed was beside his.
Whenever I turn the fan off because I'm cold,
He'll get up from his bed and switch it on back.
Some bad-hearted fucker you say?
After I transferred to another bed,
We began touching each other alot.
He proclaimed himself as a Malay just to join us,
And we gave him the name "Ali",
Titled "UMNO Representative".
Heh.
And yeah,
He loves to fart.
For the others,
Gilbert,
Jarrel,
Rozaimi,
Nah WUUUU,
I love you guys too.
And fuck rozaimi for finding my g-spot and telling everyone about it.
There's this another guy,
But I just don't wanna talk about him.
Disgusting creature.
*bites nails and fingers*
"YOU KNOW AHHHHHH.."
-.-
Our last thursday night food party,
I agree with faf saying sha's hot in this picture. *hint* butt *hint*
After Passing Out to Airport Division
Sanjay Dutt, Alan Khan, Rizal Bachan, Wan Mukarji
Thank God,
We got ourself into the same team,
Team Charlie.
And tomorrow will be our first job together as a team,
Patrolling around Changi Airport.
Night shift.
Hurray.
With my story of NS said,
Tomorrow morning is the start for a new man,
A man who kept giving application to join the Police but they never replied,
And instead got his NS letter enlisting him into the green-loving Army force.
The man named,
Nazri.
Thus begins my story of "Loss of a good friend."
We knew each other since Secondary 1,
Almost immediately we became such close friends.
Up till now,
Even when having a girl,
He'd still come to my house accompanying play games.
He's like a brother to me,
Really.
Proof,
Yaya loves him too.
Although we rarely talk about personal problems,
Due to him laughing everytime I tell him about personal problems and indirectly hurting me,
Boo hoo,
Put us together and we'll never stop talking.
Ask Fareha if you just won't believe me because I once lied I'm a German with Wolfgang Alan White as my previous name.
Heh.
One thing about him though,
It's either that he's not photogenic,
Or he's just too good that the camera can't capture anything from a sincere smile,
To a bombastic macho pose.
Still okay.
Falling asleep during recital-
Still okay.
Magic trick with a cigarette-
I can see where's this going.
Ah,
Such rivalry between us.
Come on everyone,
Tell me I'm better at this please.
Since secondary school,
People always kept coming to my house to play games,
And yes,
He was the one who started that trend.
Since secondary school,
We'll always do stupid stuffs,
And take stupid pictures,
Or videos (I remember doing a William Hung She Bangs back in Secondary 4)
Since secondary school,
We are always an annoyance to the HDB residents because of being noisy at the void-deck,
From playing football to talking loudly while giving a blo- I mean paintjob to his sayang no.2
Since secondary school,
I know he's trying to keep it deep inside his heart,
But he's always supporting me in any way.
So we began recruiting unfortunate members of the public,
Into our ever-full of nonsense act,
That includes Fareez.
Hafizah.
And last but not least.
This is the infamous Fareha a.k.a wawakins a.k.a pariapa a.k.a chicken thigh
a.k.a missy_glamour_babe88@hotmail.com
That was when iRandom was created,
And we became the best of friends.
Observe now,
How Naz tried so hard to woo me at first.
HE FUCKING SMELLED MY HAIR,
BLOODY GAY.
Thank goodness missy glamour here came to my rescue,
Forcing Naz to pretend he was trying to make me look presentable.
And I matchmake them both into couple to save myself.
Although sometimes she caught Naz flirting with me,
But to protect her loved one,
She punished me instead,
Behold,
The King of Narnia brother of Aslan roar,
But even so,
We still get along well together.
Little that poor wawakins know Naz was indeed having scandals with guys,
And still wooing me through "hints"
Back then,
Naz had a bike,
And in my honest opinion,
All the adventures we had together in a group;
From playing football together,
To having meals at faraway places,
To going Mustafa Center just to play around,
To just hanging out in my room all night,
I will miss those times,
Greatly.
And thinking back,
There's always someone who misses Naz much greater than me,
Because he's the only one who can protect her from my annoying verbal attacks,
Approximately 9 hours from now,
He will be the second to enter the life of National Service.
I feel you pariapa,
I feel your pain,
I know you'll miss him much more than I do.
But fret not,
I'll make sure your free time are worthwhile with me,
Even though I'm prohibited from getting intimate with you,
Which seriously I would never want to,
Buahaha.
Sigh.
National service.
Just sucks Giganotosaurus ass.
Farewell my best friend,
Do make friends when you're in there,
Don't do the same mistake as I've did in my BMT.
Goodbye now,
You bloody green piece of crap.
Man on a mission, Can't say I miss you around,
Lan
It's been almost a week since I last updated,
It's as if I'm still staying in camp and coming out on fridays,
It's a fact- Every men gets 45% busier when serving NS.
But fret not,
For I'm here,
With a long update.
And for dial-up users,
Don't say I didn't warn ya;
Today's SLN entry will be heavily loaded with pictures.
I'm splitting it into two parts.
My little story of being in a better NS environment.
And the unfortunate accident of my best friend.
To start it off,
I first enlisted into Home Team Academy studying the arts of policing back in 8th July 08,
Also known as my breaking-up-with-miss-gf day.
For the whole 3 months plus of BMT,
I didn't actually socialise,
My bunkmates always sees me as a thinking man,
Who lied on his bed staring into nothingness.
Regretful.
Other than my bunkmates who understood my position,
The others hated me.
Hated me because I didn't socialise,
Hated me because they thought I'm just too arrogant,
Hated me because they thought I only talked to fair-skinners,
Hated me because I'm always in my own world.
In short,
BMT was hell,
Till the day I finally passed out,
And headed into the NPC squad studying the arts of airport policing.
Readers here may have sources to argue that I'm being left out again,
But look at that picture again,
And tell me what exactly am I holding,
Or groping.
Hell yeah,
With my personal problems off my mind,
I began to understand the importance of having tight relations with my bunkmates.
With Sharizal,
The superbly-egoistic being I ever knew that will never takes no as an answer,
That idiot who kept boasting about girls and that annoying "No one can beat me in Winning Eleven" talk.
But he ended up being one of the closer bunkmates I had,
Influenced me to smoke in camp,
And in fact we had quite alot in common.
I can never forget that night when I was smsing faf with him on my bed,
And ended up knowing,
We both know the same exact faf.
Sigh,
How happy he was when faf called him some hot stuff.
Should have warned her about his ego much earlier,
Tsk.
Oh and by the way,
He's trying to quit smoking,
So all the best to him.
With Sanjay,
I believe he was the first person I ever talked to,
After overhearing conversations labelling him Hindustani.
My oh my,
He was indeed the species whose movies always involves dancing advertisements.
I remembered going up to him for the first time and telling him how I love hindustan songs,
And sang to him,
I thought he was gay because he got excited and kept touching me,
But no,
He touches everyone.
He's always hyper,
And we'll always end up singing bollywood songs with him helping me translate what it means,
I still rule though-
I can do hindustan dance moves and he can't.
Buahaha.
With Ridzwan,
Sanjay always calls him "Crazy boy",
But he's in fact worser than the title given.
He's always doing stupid stuffs,
Doing stupid accents like that fuckingly annoying Javanese accent,
And because of that,
He keeps us full of laughter.
I would have recommend girls to him if he's single now,
Full of humor,
Nice body,
Has a bike,
Corporal,
But unfortunately he's attached to one pretty girl with a flowerly name,
The best about his girlfriend is of course,
OH HOW LOVELY!
With Wei Chong,
Neh I don't have his picture.
I used to hate him alot when my bed was beside his.
Whenever I turn the fan off because I'm cold,
He'll get up from his bed and switch it on back.
Some bad-hearted fucker you say?
After I transferred to another bed,
We began touching each other alot.
He proclaimed himself as a Malay just to join us,
And we gave him the name "Ali",
Titled "UMNO Representative".
Heh.
And yeah,
He loves to fart.
For the others,
Gilbert,
Jarrel,
Rozaimi,
Nah WUUUU,
I love you guys too.
And fuck rozaimi for finding my g-spot and telling everyone about it.
There's this another guy,
But I just don't wanna talk about him.
Disgusting creature.
*bites nails and fingers*
"YOU KNOW AHHHHHH.."
-.-
Our last thursday night food party,
I agree with faf saying sha's hot in this picture. *hint* butt *hint*
After Passing Out to Airport Division
Sanjay Dutt, Alan Khan, Rizal Bachan, Wan Mukarji
Thank God,
We got ourself into the same team,
Team Charlie.
And tomorrow will be our first job together as a team,
Patrolling around Changi Airport.
Night shift.
Hurray.
With my story of NS said,
Tomorrow morning is the start for a new man,
A man who kept giving application to join the Police but they never replied,
And instead got his NS letter enlisting him into the green-loving Army force.
The man named,
Nazri.
Thus begins my story of "Loss of a good friend."
We knew each other since Secondary 1,
Almost immediately we became such close friends.
Up till now,
Even when having a girl,
He'd still come to my house accompanying play games.
He's like a brother to me,
Really.
Proof,
Yaya loves him too.
Although we rarely talk about personal problems,
Due to him laughing everytime I tell him about personal problems and indirectly hurting me,
Boo hoo,
Put us together and we'll never stop talking.
Ask Fareha if you just won't believe me because I once lied I'm a German with Wolfgang Alan White as my previous name.
Heh.
One thing about him though,
It's either that he's not photogenic,
Or he's just too good that the camera can't capture anything from a sincere smile,
To a bombastic macho pose.
Still okay.
Falling asleep during recital-
Still okay.
Magic trick with a cigarette-
I can see where's this going.
Ah,
Such rivalry between us.
Come on everyone,
Tell me I'm better at this please.
Since secondary school,
People always kept coming to my house to play games,
And yes,
He was the one who started that trend.
Since secondary school,
We'll always do stupid stuffs,
And take stupid pictures,
Or videos (I remember doing a William Hung She Bangs back in Secondary 4)
Since secondary school,
We are always an annoyance to the HDB residents because of being noisy at the void-deck,
From playing football to talking loudly while giving a blo- I mean paintjob to his sayang no.2
Since secondary school,
I know he's trying to keep it deep inside his heart,
But he's always supporting me in any way.
So we began recruiting unfortunate members of the public,
Into our ever-full of nonsense act,
That includes Fareez.
Hafizah.
And last but not least.
This is the infamous Fareha a.k.a wawakins a.k.a pariapa a.k.a chicken thigh
a.k.a missy_glamour_babe88@hotmail.com
That was when iRandom was created,
And we became the best of friends.
Observe now,
How Naz tried so hard to woo me at first.
HE FUCKING SMELLED MY HAIR,
BLOODY GAY.
Thank goodness missy glamour here came to my rescue,
Forcing Naz to pretend he was trying to make me look presentable.
And I matchmake them both into couple to save myself.
Although sometimes she caught Naz flirting with me,
But to protect her loved one,
She punished me instead,
Behold,
The King of Narnia brother of Aslan roar,
But even so,
We still get along well together.
Little that poor wawakins know Naz was indeed having scandals with guys,
And still wooing me through "hints"
Back then,
Naz had a bike,
And in my honest opinion,
All the adventures we had together in a group;
From playing football together,
To having meals at faraway places,
To going Mustafa Center just to play around,
To just hanging out in my room all night,
I will miss those times,
Greatly.
And thinking back,
There's always someone who misses Naz much greater than me,
Because he's the only one who can protect her from my annoying verbal attacks,
Approximately 9 hours from now,
He will be the second to enter the life of National Service.
I feel you pariapa,
I feel your pain,
I know you'll miss him much more than I do.
But fret not,
I'll make sure your free time are worthwhile with me,
Even though I'm prohibited from getting intimate with you,
Which seriously I would never want to,
Buahaha.
Sigh.
National service.
Just sucks Giganotosaurus ass.
Farewell my best friend,
Do make friends when you're in there,
Don't do the same mistake as I've did in my BMT.
Goodbye now,
You bloody green piece of crap.
Man on a mission, Can't say I miss you around,
Lan
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