had a uber ask for more week for the whole week, practically. the very common thing we hear everyday is HALF LEFT DOWN.
stupid things that lead to it: sgt looking at our photos sgt: your gf ah? bunkmate: my sister. *grin* no lah, my gf. sgt: trying to be funny right? down 20!
bunkmate: sir! spencer got things to ask you! sir: yes, spencer? me: sir! what is in your field pack? why you can jump with it and it seems so bouncy? sir: what do you think is in it? me: i suspect your field pack inside is newspaper! sir: down 20!
sgt: why is there a paper in this locker? bunkmate: i think is a love letter for samuel. sgt: down 20!
sir: since we are waiting and got nothing to do, lets talk cock. but i know you all only interested to know if i got sis to intro, sadly, no! me: no sis, but got cousin what! sir: you go and do 8 pull-ups now!
sgt: lets do jumping jacks. us: HUH! sgt: okay, you all like to huh right? 20 counts of 4, huh huh huh lampa, jumping jacks!
and many more...............
the worst thing is i think the medic did something funny to my bunkmate and i when we had our jabs, cos no one feels anything after the jab, only the 2 of us who played around felt the ache in our arms till now.
guys out there who are still in the civilisation world, please dont mess with the medic when you are getting your jab.
out of camp, there is nothing much to do. meetups with the usual people, club with the usual boy. i guess thats the plan for the next 2 years. only dear and alvin calls me every week out when i book out.
mentally drained out. there is a saying that when recruits shave their hair off, no hair, so cannot think like a normal person anymore. its starting to be true. HAHA!
hope my dear friends out there are fine. drink more water and strengthen your immune system. (:
i finished typing this entry at 3:30 PM
all about me
spencer
twentyone
26 sep 1987
ngee ann poly
spencer_wez@hotmail.com
