today was a rather solemn day.

i brought a clerk of mine to court martial and he was sentenced to 16 mths in detention.

he is a good man.

seeing getting handcuffed and being sent up to the heavily barricaded van, all i could do was give him the smile of encouragement and the wave of friendship.

he responded with a very humble smile.

all the best inside the detention barrack and i'll see you in 16 mths time.

it was definitely not a good feeling for me as i have to keep a very stern look at all times while the charge was given and as a 3SG i have to present myself more professionally.

but what could be more worse than this? 15 years of experience and 15 years of fucked up.

you threw your work at me and than when sth goes wrong, you resort to underhand measures like threat, blackmailing. wow wow wow.

and its my last working week and you are still as fucked up.

anyway, this mdm praised me for being affirmative and calm while solving a problem through the phone. =D

she even asked if i'm a regular. D=

3 more days.

its so sweet.

but what's even more sweet is that i went back to 21sa and i was greeted by smiles from familiar faces.

though as much i try to avoid my SM, he said sth that i found rather pleasant.

SM: foong are you there?!

Me: *silence

SM: don't try to hide! i can hear you!

Me: Yes SM!

SM: *walks over. you better go back to your store and cubicle and teach your understudy how to work!

BC: ya man, he cannot make it la... PLEASE HELP FOONG.

Me: heh....

and i saw how he was treated by SM. like a lemon. squeezed time and time again.

they categorised me as an apple. an apple of SM'e eye.

im honoured.

SM showed no mercy to this chap. the specs also.

is it just me or is he just beyond hope?

im about to end another phase of my life.

NS.

2 years wasn't too short neither was it too long.

sometimes i wanted to sign on. yes as a loggy.

sometimes i wanted to extend my ORD just for the guys going for wallaby.

sometimes i thought why wasn't my service 2.5 years?

6 units. 5 camps.

pretty tough but im glad i made friends through out.

friends that i really can depend on.

im glad i wasn't your fucked up soldier though some warrant thinks i am.

but anyway i did my job, i had fun, i made friends, i gain respect and i think its about time to keep these memories nicely tucked in one corner of my heart and review it time after time.

thank you. and oh yeah im still as patriotic as ever.

i feel kinda sore.

that my cavaliers went to RP for observance ceremony.

aye.

again.

im stupid.

im so stupid.

ever wondered why i never treated this place like my home?

cos this place is fucked up.

fucked up with the clerks. fucked up with the superiors. fucked up with the office. fucked up with the everything.

I STILL TELL PEOPLE IM FROM 21SA AND I WILL STILL DO SO.

just fuck off la people.

i could have gone for a holiday in bangkok 8 - 11 july.

but i chose the politically correct choice.

not to go but attend my cousin's wedding on the 1oth.

to prevent more conflicts with peter fuck

but this will also mean that i will go straight to school w/o any break and i cant reward myself for these 2 years.

RIGHT.

let the cursing movement begin.

bahi is the new black.

what a week.

it has been rather relaxing, not taken into account that dumb daniel was plain annoying.

anyway i just wished that the upcoming weeks will be less fucked up with that fucker back in office.

and yes i still miss you guys.

i'm suffering from camp withdrawal symptoms.

i need a dosage of you guys.

i don't think i'm a very difficult person to communicate and work with.

i just can't understand why some cunts can't work with me.

some mother fucker brainless piece of shit.

im trying to be reasonable here and there you are trying to act like some fucking big ass whiny kid.

thank you very much, you have just given me the courage to go against you.

good luck to you mother fucker.

god damm son of the bitch.

fuck daniel and peter.

fuck off.

i'm starting to tear.

i don't know why.

nobody said it was easy.

it's such a shame for us to part

nobody said it was easy.

no one ever said it would be this hard

oh take me back to start.

i once said that i hated 21sa.

i'm stuck up for everyone except for my GAs.

in real fact, i don't hate you guys and

i really love hanging out with you guys.

like a piece of art, it will only be appreciated after the death of the artist.

and i only appreciate you guys even more after i left you guys.

these 2 years, i made alot of choices.

choices that i regret. but as much as blaming myself for these regrets, why not look ahead and start afresh?

the problem is: you guys matter too much.

it was the fifth time i dragged my duffel out of a camp.

in my hand was the posting order, in the other was the pink farewell card.

it wasn't very well made, it wasn't that fucking perfect.

but it was from my men.

5 more months.

something just doesn't feel right.

i need something.

something that i really need.

nice day t rot at home.