POP 10 September 2009 Back to Top?

finally pass out from BMT..


i dont know to be excited or to be sad.. because after BMT, the real hells begins.. tough training, more outfield, more route march, more exercise.. most xiong is the battalion exercise.. can DIE!! instant KO..


i was having a fuking bad flu for 2days already today 3rd day.. NON-stop ok..! the stupid nose keep dripping.. imagine your pop your nose keep dripping.. use tissue and tissue non-stop.. til nose pain.. well pop was okok la..

thou kinda miss the so call hardship we suffered through.. but stil.. i stil strongly wish that i can get posted out.. they should place me according to my field of expertised.. rather than just throw me to army infantry trooper which is the chiong sua kind which requires muscles and not brains.. i feel that army do things without using brains.. they have totally no brains in planning.. POOR planning is the word to use rather.. always plan things which makes us sit there and wait and do nothing.. instead the time can be given to us as free time to relax, talk cock, eat longer, sleep longer, bath longer..

anyway this is something:

Chao geng. Eye power. No action; talk only.
Minimum efforts, maximum results.
"We live to see."

Why waste 2 freaking years of your life to chiong sua when you can slack it off?
Tired of the bureauracy that surrounds every damn unit?
Super sian of the weird and senseless rules?
Sick of the "simi lan jiao?" moments?

KENG LOH!

Do you remember your days of eye powering while the rest of your platoon mates were at work?

Standing around and pretending to give instructions while the rest of your section mates were erecting the tentage?

Were most of your NS days spent queueing up to see the medical officer?

Did you spend most of the training curriculum inside the training shed sitting in your PT kit?

Only singing or pretending to sing only when your sargeant is around?

Suddenly develop a case of Hoplophobia - "morbid fear of guns" when range training is here?

Pretending to let your platoon mates go first during meals, so you can have a larger portion of the leftovers? Cookhouse aunties're usually more generous with helpings at the end.

Paying a blanga to dig your firetrench/self-scrape during reservist ICT training?

Ever made up any kind of irrational phobias to smoke your sargeants?

The only exercise you did was walking the distance to the cookhouse or medical centre from your bunk.

You can shrug off cries of "chao keng" from your platoon mates without any tinge of guilt or remorse.

You enjoy discussing new ways to malinger with your fellow kengsters.

You feign a leg sprain/muscle tear/hamstring strain but amazingly you still manage to finish a 90mins game for your team's Sunday Soccer League.

You suddenly develop an irrational fear to suit whatever circumstances.

Amathophobia - Fear of dust.
Phallophobia - Fear of a penis, esp during erection.
Ancraophobia - Fear of wind. (Anemophobia)
Allodoxaphobia - Fear of opinions.
Arachibutyrophobia - Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth.
Botanophobia - Fear of plants.
Phronemophobia - Fear of thinking.

Have you ever been...
1) Excused from running, marching and jumping for a period of more than 10 days?
2) Excused from uniform for "extended periods of time"?
3) Excused from the environment - sunlight, moonlight ?
4) Excused from the elements of - earth, wind and water?
5) All of the above.
6) All of the above + (insert more)


SAF Eyepower Division 7 Cock Values
1) Keng as much as i can.
2) Practice "Tai Chi" whenever i can.
3) Wayang as much as possible.
4) Act blur until that's worthy of an Oscar.
5) Everything also must take the short cut.
6) Keep my smoke grenades close.
7) Employ evasive tactics after testing the system.

Are you able to detect sai kang within 100 yards?
Do you recall yourself smoking out at every opportunity?
If yes, this is the place for all fellow smokers!

lol.. that's a group in facebook for the chao gengs..