Let's LisTeN and oBeY: still alive people..

before booking in (woah...been sometime since i've heard dat word), i had to look my best. wic in soldier terms mean: butt-ugly. so there goes my beautiful goatee. its either u shave it or the RSM would pluck it for u. oh well, goodbye dear hairy one...see u in a couple of weeks.

alot of things went wrong the past week. and im here partly to bitch abt it. let me put them in bullet form:

my cab got lost on the way to Tanjung Gul (dont ask me where). a cab wic i called. he got the cheek to take the call but no brains to at least check the st directory 1st. wen we were somewhere around Tuas, at the side of a 2 lane road blocking all the traffic at 0755hrs in the morning (peak-hour. not forgetting - reporting time: 0800hrs.), i decided to help him out by checking out the map on his st directory, " uncle, let me help u check (havent go in gate have to topo already)"i offered."ok u help me see ah? see how to go. u go look inside st directory.my one new one, sure got map. "Mr Ho-Lan said. i turned the well-worn, almost yellowed and discoloured, dusty directory. "ok go straight then keep rite all the way." all i got for being patient, helpful and sent late was a discount of 20cents. "thank you la uncle...very generous!" as i closed the cab door.
struggling to reach my in-processing point with half of my room in my duffel bag, i met this Warrant Officer who told me to have my hair cut before i should do any processing. me? cut hair? my hair? wen i joined the long line for the 'follically-exagerrated', i noticed i wasnt the only one who was surprised. i saw 1 of my men, suffering from typical male-pattern hairloss, queue-ing(how the hell do u spell it anyway?). this guy didnt have much to begin with and the SAF still wanna take his money!$5 for the cut u noe!and the way they cut goes with the price. they mite be aunties doing the cutting but the way they shove and slice; mite as well be butchers. the result: