Yes ladies n' gentlemen, boys n' girls, children of all ages.
Me, 3SG Zulhikam, fresh out of SISPEC, has been posted to BMTC, Pulau Tekong, as an instructor for the next 1 year,2 months and 9 days of my NS life. So last Tuesday 280807, I reported to SAF Ferry Terminal to begin the 3-week Commanders' Prep Course (CPC) which apparently was supposed to err prepare me on how to handle recruits. Oh nooo, thought I. More training???More chiong sua???Why in the world would I need to attend a course on how to handle recruits, u say? Let's find out.
The day began,for me,at 9:24am. I received a call saying I must report to the ferry terminal at 10am. Whatthe..."the paper said to report at 7pm!", methinks. So I rushed, packed all my stufs...which were all over the house really...took a taxi n' reached the terminal.Turns out there was a typo error in the paper n' we were supposed to report at 7am! Uh-oh. Someone's gonna be in trouble...and it ain't me~
In essence, from wad I have experienced the past week, woah~! It's like being on holiday resort for free. Lectures in an air-con room frm 8-5pm... aft that, we're FREE! FREE i tell u. Never in my NS life have I experienced such. The first 2 nights I spent playing football, 3rd night slacking at cafe SBL stuffing my stomach, 4th night workin' out them flesh at the gym, chit-chatting with wad remains of the ATM gang in the bunk talking abt girls...and sometimes DISTURBING girls...mmm. And there's still swimming to be done in the coming weeks. ahaha. I LOVE tis slack life...
But nothing lasts forever. In 2 weeks time I'll be posted to my own company, n' work starts.
N' ill be repeating this cycle at least 4 times a year, for the next 1 year +. Stranded on an island, even nights' out doesn't make much sense. N' of course, time for loved ones...LOVED ONES...is still as limited as ever. Haiz.
Me, 3SG Zulhikam, fresh out of SISPEC, has been posted to BMTC, Pulau Tekong, as an instructor for the next 1 year,2 months and 9 days of my NS life. So last Tuesday 280807, I reported to SAF Ferry Terminal to begin the 3-week Commanders' Prep Course (CPC) which apparently was supposed to err prepare me on how to handle recruits. Oh nooo, thought I. More training???More chiong sua???Why in the world would I need to attend a course on how to handle recruits, u say? Let's find out.
The day began,for me,at 9:24am. I received a call saying I must report to the ferry terminal at 10am. Whatthe..."the paper said to report at 7pm!", methinks. So I rushed, packed all my stufs...which were all over the house really...took a taxi n' reached the terminal.Turns out there was a typo error in the paper n' we were supposed to report at 7am! Uh-oh. Someone's gonna be in trouble...and it ain't me~
In essence, from wad I have experienced the past week, woah~! It's like being on holiday resort for free. Lectures in an air-con room frm 8-5pm... aft that, we're FREE! FREE i tell u. Never in my NS life have I experienced such. The first 2 nights I spent playing football, 3rd night slacking at cafe SBL stuffing my stomach, 4th night workin' out them flesh at the gym, chit-chatting with wad remains of the ATM gang in the bunk talking abt girls...and sometimes DISTURBING girls...mmm. And there's still swimming to be done in the coming weeks. ahaha. I LOVE tis slack life...
But nothing lasts forever. In 2 weeks time I'll be posted to my own company, n' work starts.
N' ill be repeating this cycle at least 4 times a year, for the next 1 year +. Stranded on an island, even nights' out doesn't make much sense. N' of course, time for loved ones...LOVED ONES...is still as limited as ever. Haiz.
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