You know the feeling of going back to work after 13 days freedom? No?
Well I'll tell you.
The feeling as how Sakban (Sufyan...YanBan... you know, HIM) would say it, IS SUCK. Today for the 1st time in 2 weeks I'm waking up at the time I've been going to bed for the past week, which is 530 am! Grrr. And the best part is I slept at 230am after failing to resist watching England beat Kazakhstan 5-1. And its all because I've got COS duty to do. Geez.
They should make it an illegal crime (is that a redundant word there? HEH) to make Muslims come back to do weekend duty in Hari Raya month. Because I could have been going visiting, or in the case of my family today, hosting an OPEN HOUSE. Of some sorts. Geez.
Anw, talking about visiting. Yesterday I went visiting. To Amri's Abode in Pasir Ris... but not before walking a fair bit to get there. Blame the Pasir Ris planners. Any logical person would assume Streets 51, 52, 53 are lumped together... having found Streets 52 and 53, who would have ever fathomed Street 51 would be located halfway on the other side of the town??? Geez.
So after that I agreed to accompany someone jalan raya..visiting people I don't even know. Yes, that's another buat-macam-sardin-je moment of mine. Turns out one of the people whose house I visited was someone whom I already know... sort of... by accident. And another is someone whom after abit of introductory small-talk I found was the younger sister of my VS friend Ibkaar Darke! Mampos. Ibkaar seh. Of all people... he of the 0h-rumah-aku-3-tingkat-pasal-bapak-aku-jual-apple deadpanned face. It's incredibly freaky how small this world is. And of course... the final house being the seemingly-permanently-menstrual girl's house which left me with a cross-country train ride home back to Tampines at 2230hrs without my Creative Zen to accompany me. Geez. Haha she's so gonna kill me for this. IF she ever reads it =)
And of course, did I mention the aforementioned person got us lost in navigating the way to Ibkaar's sister's place? HAHAHA. Okok I'm using up my 9 lives fast.
Oh well. Back to the dreary routines of army work again. I'm just looking forward to this Wednesday... BOOKOUT! =)
*edit
Something's wrong with the network, or my phone. Because upon reaching camp suddenly my phone has no network, yet at one point suddenly there was, I received backlogged messages, and now the signal's gone again. Only available one is SingTel. If anyone wanna reach me, please be patient and wait till I get my network back... =)
Well I'll tell you.
The feeling as how Sakban (Sufyan...YanBan... you know, HIM) would say it, IS SUCK. Today for the 1st time in 2 weeks I'm waking up at the time I've been going to bed for the past week, which is 530 am! Grrr. And the best part is I slept at 230am after failing to resist watching England beat Kazakhstan 5-1. And its all because I've got COS duty to do. Geez.
They should make it an illegal crime (is that a redundant word there? HEH) to make Muslims come back to do weekend duty in Hari Raya month. Because I could have been going visiting, or in the case of my family today, hosting an OPEN HOUSE. Of some sorts. Geez.
Anw, talking about visiting. Yesterday I went visiting. To Amri's Abode in Pasir Ris... but not before walking a fair bit to get there. Blame the Pasir Ris planners. Any logical person would assume Streets 51, 52, 53 are lumped together... having found Streets 52 and 53, who would have ever fathomed Street 51 would be located halfway on the other side of the town??? Geez.
So after that I agreed to accompany someone jalan raya..visiting people I don't even know. Yes, that's another buat-macam-sardin-je moment of mine. Turns out one of the people whose house I visited was someone whom I already know... sort of... by accident. And another is someone whom after abit of introductory small-talk I found was the younger sister of my VS friend Ibkaar Darke! Mampos. Ibkaar seh. Of all people... he of the 0h-rumah-aku-3-tingkat-pasal-bapak-aku-jual-apple deadpanned face. It's incredibly freaky how small this world is. And of course... the final house being the seemingly-permanently-menstrual girl's house which left me with a cross-country train ride home back to Tampines at 2230hrs without my Creative Zen to accompany me. Geez. Haha she's so gonna kill me for this. IF she ever reads it =)
And of course, did I mention the aforementioned person got us lost in navigating the way to Ibkaar's sister's place? HAHAHA. Okok I'm using up my 9 lives fast.
Oh well. Back to the dreary routines of army work again. I'm just looking forward to this Wednesday... BOOKOUT! =)
*edit
Something's wrong with the network, or my phone. Because upon reaching camp suddenly my phone has no network, yet at one point suddenly there was, I received backlogged messages, and now the signal's gone again. Only available one is SingTel. If anyone wanna reach me, please be patient and wait till I get my network back... =)
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