POP oh!

THE POWER IS YOURS

This is it... 23 August 2007.
The day that sees the end of my trainee days.
The day that signifies the end of my 'mangkok' hair days.
The day I get the power to for once, tekan mangkoks :D
The day I become a commander.
The day I become...Sergeant Zulhikam!

Haha. I'm so evil. Anyhoo, close to 6 months in the making, now I've finally earned my 3 chevrons. All those months we were made to suffer for no reason in Delta Company during BSLC. The crazy physical training conducted by Hotel Company during ASLC. Digging shellscrapes. Taiwan. Up the hill. Down the slope. 30kg fieldpacks. Suffocating sect comd bags. Freezing thunderstorms. Exhausting heat waves. The sheete we went through just to qualify for the Combat Skills Badge. Now its time to reap my just rewards!

Rehearsals for POP started in earnest a few days before the actual day. We stood for hours in the parade square, complied with "Semula's" after "Semula's". Soaked the rain for days for rehearsals, then when it came to the actual day, braved the heat. It was a proud day for us though, when our parents actually came down to ground zero and affixed the chevrons onto our sleeves. O the difficulties we had to go through just to get rid of the 'parachute' on our Corporal ranks n' gain another stripe to complete the 3 chevrons of the Sergeant rank. wahhh... siannn...

Affixing the rank Clingy Mommy
Twins? Hell No! Sergeant Cuzzens The women in our lives

My thoughts go out to a fellow ATM member, Hifzie, who unfortunately has been diagnosed with pneumonia, and has been MIA since the last day at Taiwan n' hence, missed the entire POP. U missed out on alot bro. Take care. See ya in BMTC.


The Infantry Roar

Weird

Tonight,I won't be alone...but that don't mean I'm not lonely...

Isn't it weird
Isn't it strange
Even though we're just two strangers on this runaway train
We're both trying to find a place in the sun
We've lived in the shadows, but doesn't everyone
Isn't it strange how we all feel a little bit weird sometimes
Yeah, ooh
Isn't it hard, standing in the rain
Yeah you're on the verge of going crazy and your heart's in pain
No one can hear, but you're screaming so loud
You feel like you're all alone in a faceless crowd
Isn't it strange how we all get a little bit weird sometimes
Whoa, sitting on the side, waiting for a sign, hoping that my luck will change
Reaching for a hand that'll understand, someone who feels the same
When you live in a cookie cutter world, being different is a sin
So you don't stand out, but you don't fit in
Weird