"Field camp, Field camp, Field camp."



Nice tune to it my poem doesnt it? Well, if you say that all my endings are basically "day"s and that doesnt count, well, it doesnt matter. What matters most is that today is field camp day. Expect turnouts, blanks, IFCs, bashas, ration packs, out ration, camo on, camo off, men in green, men in jungle hats, mud, soil, leaves and trees.... the list is endless!! Cant wait for ze day to start. Well, if you dont know, its 0117H on a B-E-A-UTIFUL Friday earlky morning. And i'm still blogging right here in camp. Life has to go on i'd say...even being in camp.


On a more CB note, yesterday's lepak with zul didnt turn out as what we wanted to. No Istana visit (The Man must have been sad), no shirt that i wanted and all i got was a new frame for my specs as well a wrongly-i-havent-tried-it-on pair of jeans that turns out to be a girl's pair. LIKE WHAT THE FUCK?! Now i'll have to drag my nice ass all the way there again to get it changed. Fark sia. Probably if possible wanna get a hitch a ride from a friend, at least we will lepak after that too what...

Boring sia...life's a bitch sometimes. But i like bitches....sometimes.


Yours truly,
I'm no Mat