Im back

Heya guys. Lost touch now eh. Don't blame me, blame the government. I don't mean for it to turn out this way.

Anyways, it feels good to type again, after months and months in the jungle. Through tough and trim, i manage to outlast and outplay to be a survivor.

Of the Mandai Jungle haha.

Goodness, NS is a shock for me. I didn't expect anything, lest the outcome of the whole 2 years of NS would deprive me of my sleep, culture, habit, and not to mention, CIVILISATION!!!

And NS tore me apart. I broke up 2 times!! 2 times!!! Sheesh, im bad.

Im not sure where to begin with. Hmm. But what i know, im going off to overseas dis sat, 2 dec. Not coming back for a long long time.

Ns provided me with the platform to build my confidence in myself and in people (not to mention being the fittest in the company, with SOC (standard obstacle course) timing of 7.56s, and 2.4km run of 8.30s! I felt like i was blasting through the air when i ran. Thanks to the army, im fit, healthy, string and handsome haha.

I also provided me with a list of good friends. I remembered a time in the jungle, we had 2 more hours to go, the trench was 3/4 deep, and i was sick due to an overdose of Sampoerna cigarettes (yeah, i picked up smoking here, but rest assured, i only smoke in the jungle, and maybe when im anxious haha).

I pleaded like a dog. "Din.. Manoor, tolong, aku sakit.. Maricar dah down. Aku dah down. Takde org nak continue. Tolong din.."

With a whipped of tartan, Mannor Khan, 48kg, brushed in like a fierce hunter, picked up the cangkul, lighted a cigarette, and said. "AKu ade, aku ade. Jap jap. Kasi aku 1 jam."

When i woke up, it was all done. Swee lah! Uplah!

They are the bestest of friends. To measure a friend, is when they are at the shag point, where everbody is tired to the max, they are the ones who will give the extra hand. And for that, i told them when we PO, "Eh, korang jgn lupa aku tau. Korang kawan baik aku."

NS opened up to me the art of appreciation. Whenever i come home, i hugged my mum. I don't know why, but i felt happy whenever i do so. I missed her, really. And whenever i step into the house, i smile. I tell myself, hey, im home, im safe.

Though there were a few bad ones. In bmt, i broke up with my chinese gf. Then in sispec, i broke up with my childhood friend. Great. Utterly great.

Reason?

The chinese one gave me loads of problems. In the end, i ditched her. Takleh angkatlah. I was increasingly becoming a signaller you know. Every hour must msg her. Tell her where i am. Of course im in tekong what. Maner ade pompuan kat situ sak? Makcik kantin aderlah. Abeh kalau jumpe, tknk kasi org balik rumah. She got the heart to make me choose, her or NS, or family. I chose the ditching. Stupid witch.

Yg lagi stau tu aku tknk sharelah. tmkh for the understanding yer.


My good friend Luqman got intro me this gurl from TP. Integrated Program dok. Umur muda dah pandai nk mampos tak cam aku. Her name is Syakira.

How to describe eh? She very white lar, pretty and sweet. My taste what. Fair and sweet. But i not sure lah. We haven met yet. And she is the type reply msg lambat nak mati. Smapai dah tido seh org. (Luqman ade warn aku pasal ni)

Not that i want to eat her up or what lar, but what i think is that she is scared of me. Haha, you know my first msg to her was the MOST LAMEST piece of crap i've evr typed. All thanks to Manoor Khan. Tulah aku nk msg korang kacau.
Gtg. blog later.