Crank That13 December 2007 - Yunjia's birthday. First day of Mango sale. Vanessa coming back from overseas.
Jed's enlistment.I'm sad. I'm lonely. I'm deadbeat.
I wish I cherished the times we had together more. Especially this November and December, just before he checks himself into Third-World-Tekong(TWT). But I can't turn back time, and now that the time has come for
boys to become men(I know, like what the fuck?), I just have to deal. I'm going to have to adapt to being independentgalzx@hotmail.com, and deal.
And just because I need him around doesn't make me needy, so fuck you.
Ever loved?
I woke up at 6am this morning so I can make it to TWT with Jed and family to see him off and have the last wave goodbye. The unattractive singaporean Men-in-Uniform(MIU) gave us a free tour of TWT and free food that is dressed in oil and butter. Well, Third-World-Tekong isn't that 'Third-World' afterall, because it is now the new BMTS2 which is the abbreviated Basic Military Training School 2. It's better, cleaner, and well, newer. I just called it TWT just because I want to have the comfort of knowing that girls are lucky not to have compulsory training from hell.
And the million-dollar question is, why did I abbreviate with TWT, MIU, BMTS2 etc.? This you have to ask SAF(Singapore Armed Fuckers). It is absolutely impossible for them to speak like normal people. It's like a law or something to have to abbreviate phrases. Like SOC(Standard Obstacle Course), OCS(Officer Cadet School), BMT(Basic Military Training), SAF(Singapore Armed Fuckers), IPPT, PFT, SGT, SHIT, ABC...
It is absolutely impossible for them to talk like normal people too, because all of them, like hamsters in a cage, are conditioned to shout out every single word in the dictionary as a command. I have no idea why this flawed approach is implemented but can you imagine your boyfriend shouting everything he wants to tell you? Like GOOD MORNING MA'AM! I LOVE YOU MA'AM! MA'AM IS LOOKING GOOD TODAY MA'AM! PERMISSION TO RECOVER MA'AM! PASS THE SALT MA'AM!
Fuck.
And what about in public, when these trained men are required to speak to other people? ONE CUP OF LIME JUICE SIR! THANK YOU SIR! MERRY CHRISTMAS SIR! SIR YES SIR! TURN RIGHT SIR!
But I still love my disciplined baldie.
Before my alter ego regurgitates this morning's free Tekong breakfast, I'll stop it.
I never realised how much I love him until he's really gone. Even if it's just NS with occasional book-out days. I wonder if he can come out on Valentine's Day. I hope, but I doubt it. These barrack boys have no love in their lives, maybe except for grenades and rifles.
Actually NS(again another fucking abbreviated term) is not that bad, save the 24km march and the 'field camp' part of their training. SAF really cleaned up their act this time, just like how Axl Rose finally cleaned up his act.
Knowing Jed, he'll survive and even do well. He may even stand a good chance winning best camper. I mean, cadet. (Fuck, this third world-ness is getting to me.) Jed can rough it out, I know it. It helps that he's been with rowdy rugby players for 6 years and he's been a vice-captain for two. He'll have no problems dealing with fuckers who got a combat boot up their ass. So I guess, I won't worry too excessively.
Even though I will,
because I care.
HERE'S TO A GOOD FUCKED UP TWO YEARS AHEAD.
HIP HIP FUCKYOU.
