This week crazy man!
we've been practicing marching and all those bullcrap!
'homat kehadapan homat!'
during practice we always f$@k things up
but we perfect ourselves on the actual day.
1 day before we POP, they treat us like bloody slaves.
we did standard obstacle course then after that i solo did area cleaning in my room.
it was polluted with cot webs and small microscopic sand particles.
In the afternoon we had lunch and we did pop rehearsal.
We were busy the whole day that we didn't have admin(free) time.
We did area cleaning again but this time with my room mates.
And there were still dust all over the room.
We packed our stuff into our duffel bag and field bag.
we wipe our metal old school cupboard.
it was around 12.30 am.
we went to the armskote to celebrate our platoon mate's birthday, after that we took
a shower and went to sleep.
i woke up and doze off again at 5am.
The word shack is commonly used in Ns.
6am we draw arms and eat our breakfast.
Around 7am we brought our bags down to company line and 7.30 we fall in.
i was the friggin front man and many pair of eyes were looking at me.
i was a little nervous.

after the whole Parade my parents came to me and put the jockey cap on my head.

it was a proud moment.
cause i went through the tough part of NS.
and i heard there's more tough shit to come for armour.
ga;wibgabiabaqar q3mvb q ( i type that sub-consciously )
Took a lot of photos.
some of them are with my platoon sergeant.
This is the photo of my platoon during the Parade.
take a look at the awesome 5h!t rifle.
it's called SAR 21.

this is a snap shot of my platoon commander ( the 1 with goatee) and my other sergeant and the
rest are privates includes myself.

this is my brother with his wife.
my dad took this photo.
his angles are awesome.

and this last and not least, MUKUND aka Ankat Bola.
my platoon mates say he carry balls to become the platoon best.
lols.
End of Parade.
Had a great POP.
head down to bugis street the 1 with the arcade.
played for 20mins or so.
'trashed' tim in CNC3
woot. am i godly or wad?
pfft.
then went to eat at the nak nak restruant just in front of the mosque.
after that we went to marina square to watch the competition.
i saw my friggin 2nd lieutenant there. my BMT sir.
but he didnt notice me.
cause i kept a low profile in camp.