The past month: Full of memories,good bye treasured friend!

I have finally up loaded some pictures as clarity in my blog. the thing is its so troublesome to go through the whole proses to do so especially the factor of not owning a personal computer, having to travel down to the library, borrowing a Usb cable and the fact i am still stuck with a measly 16Mb memory card that my parents simply refuse to upgrade. The number of good pictures that can number with the powerful abilities of 16 megabytes of pure raw memory can sometimes be astoundingly small. All in all i have been surprisingly lazy these past few months with very little original material. Owe that to the O-levels or spm as its known and my daily marching schedule that i have to put up with the very day spm ended. So no or very minor postings. Let us hope that after i am free on the start of 21 December 2006 when my passing out parade ends i shall be granted a nice reprieve.

Now lets move on to the pictures shall we? As you can see the 1st two describe the sort of atmosphere before entering the exam hall. the only difference? One shows the very 1st day of examinations and the 2nd shows the last day! the difference? Well comparatively speaking its almost the same, the frantic rush of last minute studying and the lulls of students who have already given up the chase. This was a very boring period indeed.


Well nothing much to say about the next two pictures except it was taken during the last day of the spm examinations.can you count the sleeping boys?

So here ends another saga in my life. On with the dredges of marching in the hot sun!

Bye bye structured studying! no more am I ensnared by the hands of the education ministry!

So passing out parade training began on the 4th of December, the very next day my Spm examinations ended. so no time for unusual of exorbitant celebrations for me! The pic on the right was taken on the 5th day of training. By then I started to use a brand of skin product to protect my skin against the hash rays of the sun giving me a king of pale expression. Well to tell you the truth, it sucked. The 20 something ringgit bottle of 130 spf skin care(the one with the cheetah picture). since I have to bersedia, I am not allowed to wipe my face, so my sweat caused the stuff to go all runny and it got into my eyes blinding me by the time i had to 'berjalan lalu' so i was basiclly marching blind. Couldn't see anything, and my eyes stung. So luckily the gods have been kind and gave us rainy days everyday so i marched in a nice cloudy environment and the rain even helped to disrupt many practice sessions so I could sleep more! Hurray to rain! Well training went fine for the last 2 weeks and here I am now 1 more day(s) away from the big day!

the two pictures above show my ksm(Kompeni sarjan Mejar) distributing Q-items to my company. I especially like his hair, it reminds me of a magical Japanese beast named the kappa. Tell me doesn't his face look scary?

These two pictures show the mad rush to return our M-16s to the store so we all can go chow and sleep. Its the best time of the day!

Reasons why my this month sucked....

Ok the 1st reason...

Got caught sneaking out by none other then the adjutant! Man the punishment: 5 strokes of the cane dished out by the dos. To tell you the truth....( well dish the truth. it could and will get me in trouble for criticism and insubordination.) happy to say no long lasting damage to my buttocks and psychological well being. My say of thanks to the CI for thoughtfully provided me with an ambulance to spirit me away for a medical check up as soon as the 'hukuman dilaksanakan' Another round of thanks to the medical practitioner a Brig.Jen to be precise whose name I cant seem to recall.Happy to say that this unhappy chapter in my life has finally ended.

the 2nd reason...

Well cant think of it now..

Ok there is one that happened to me today but cant really be seen as sucky but more of as amusing. Well today after marching training( the last one yay!) today, my batch was supposed to enter the hall for bad weather training. But my batch just went up to their rooms in a timely fashion amazingly ignorant of the fact that they should be in the hall. So by the time I realized my folly and hurried down to the hall I was quite late. I entered the hall and the person in charge a certain Mej.Zaidi ( zaibo in short Zaidi+ botak= zaibo) suddenly did a very unpleasant thing to me. to understand further let us take a trip back in time.

A few months ago. Mej.Zaidi mercilessly beat the crap of not one but several members of this college, damage amounting from minor to major(one of those including me). He also enforced his own regime and made up rules along the way and punished without much thought and discern. this amounted to what the malays call 'buat kepala'. Well it was the last call when he gave a large and unfair punishment to me. Well I promptly wrote an angry letter to the commandant and told my father. Well the Old Putera Association sent a letter to the commandant, and somehow Mej.Zaidi got a very nasty scolding from the Ministry of defense. From that day on he held a grudge against me. Unfortunately all my efforts could only shut the guy up for a couple of months.

Back to the story. Mej.Zaidi shouted out my name and walked very quickly to my general direction. As he neared me I was amazed at how short he was. Well that thought was cut short as he sort of slapped me in the face. Well happy to say it only grazed me causing more psychological damage then physical. (well i was scared shit) Not feeling very happy that he caused only remote damage to my biological makeup, he proceeded to kick me in the buttocks. unfortunately his blow landed on the exact spot where the dos canned me the very day before causing great physical pain. Well it suddenly stuck me as funny and i sorta laughed( don't know why) and walked away causing Mej.Zaidi to refuse to look in my general direction for the whole duration of the mock ceremony.

I was prepared to let Mej.Zaidi of with the spirit of Christmas but he spoiled it all. Not happy that i seem unfazed with his blows he continued to rant on and in doing so he insulted my father. you can hit me you can beat me up and you can punish me as you want but never do so in an excessive way or worse, insult my father. Putting it short he challenged me to do as before, saying he is not afraid and immortal.

Lets do some quoting shall we?

this is my favorite:

"aku ni mejar!(in doing so patting his epaulets which denominate rank) Ayah ko ini siapa?

Kejadah dengan opa itu!" [I am a major! Who does your father think he is? Fuck the Opa!]

"Ko report lah kat opa tue"(said after i was walking away with a smirk on my face after the unfortunate beating) [ why don't you report to the OPA?]

"Hwong Yie Hahn! Sini!" (after i walked in a bit late) [Hwong Yie Hahn come here!]

I can get 200 people to vouch for me what that have seen with their own eyes( besides the fact that Mej.Zaidi is a ***** $$$$, that what i wrote above stands true to the word). But as I think back writing this I am already remembering this incident (as well as the canning one) as kinda funny.

Well all in all, all is forgiven. I understand why he did so and we both have already exchanged apologies and made up. So it all ends in a happy ending.

The end

Here is the end of the post. All in all it has been a memorable one month full of memorable things that I will remember until I am decidedly old.Good bye and thank you RMC for giving me many fond memories and shaping me to the man I am today.

for the last time:

Berkhidmat Memimpin

ps: starting from tomorrow this blog will be no longer be named the life of a senior putera but the life of a bekas putera.

The biggest anti-climax of all time.

The spm examinations ended in a spectacular anti-climax. One minute it was the 1st exam BM and the next minute the last exam Bio ended. I didn’t even realize that one of the most important events, one that has the power to change my life had just ended. I just walked out of the hall and took a nap. I had no feeling of europhia, no wanton lust to shout like a hooligan. In fact I felt empty like I lost a very good friend. For me and the rest of the boys of rmc, the end of spm signified not unconditional freedom from the bonds of Malaysian education system but a set of new hand cuffs from the ministry of defense. It was marching time once again. Yes right now I have already marched for a grand total of one day and already my skin is burnt and a tan-line is already visible between the areas where my skin is exposed and is not , leaving an unsightly line. Already I already feel the machine like buzz to the monotonous drills and the tiring repetitive steps I will partake over the next few weeks is already getting to me. But on the Bright side this is the final passing out parade I will ever partake in. This whole hoo-hah featuring all sorts of vvip’s are all in honor of my batches last walk through the gates of this hallowed institute. Therefore I shall bear with all this will steely determination.

Well I won’t have much to type on besides marching for the next 2 weeks. So the best I can do is just take tons and tons of new pictures featuring guns, swords and sun burnt bodies. I will try to post something new if I do something fun and imaginative ok?