Since Justin and Daryl will be coming to pick me up to go to PD in like, 5 minutes, I'll just give you the brief details:

- Went Kedah for 5 days, sat for exam, scared like shit, got lost on the way home to KL(mum and I drove)

-Went for broken bridges with munteng and v-ng yan.

-Very happy Douglas Lim remembers me.

-Because I interviewed him for my school magazine back in 2003.

-Going crazy about Douglas Lim. Stalker back in full mode. Damn broken bridges started it.

-Missed the last train home from Sentul.

-Went yamcha with Dennis, Mun Teng and a new friend, David. Don't understand Dennis' line of work.

-wtf did i do on wednesday? *pounds head*

-Oh yeah, miscommunication in Subang on the way to SS2 for Bryanchin's mini merdeka gathering with some of the other bloggers.

-Sat in Jasiminne's car and had a good time hearing all her stories while getting lost in the merdeka jam.

-No pizza left for us at Bryan's.

-Was offered drinks.

-Want to lanci and down everything. On an empty stomach

-Sat on neighbours' wall and....*pictures later*

-Was .... way off tangent. Good blogpost shall follow my one and only time drunk.

-Saw Mikel(louyau!!) and waved like mad though I didn't know it was him until I went up to him for a closer look. Went up to him and shouted, "I'VE NEVER SEEN YOU IN LIKE......NEVER!!!!!!" *hug!!*
That was so not me. Seriously. SO NOT ME. 0_0.

-Jasiminne drove me back to Subang and I met up with munteng, benshyen, kelvin lim, sze hsiung, his sis(sorry I can't quite remember your name) and another guy whose name i forgot too at SS14. Arghh so sorry. I was not myself.

-Went to bridge near Taylor's College to see fireworks from Sunway.

-So surprised that i was still able to set timer for my camera.

-Had to be held by Mun Teng and Ben SHyen as I walked down the bridge.

-Went home and told my brother my deepest darkest secrets. WTF..

-Caused Esther and Chee Kiang to call me from Australia and Singapore respectively after seeing one too many typos on my msn whining unnecessarily.

-Cried to Chee Kiang about how nobody cooked anything for me to eat. *puts hands up* Me cry when me have too much of alcohol in the body. Hohoho.

-Brother dug my ears for me and i fell asleep on his bed.

-Woke up at 3am and puked into the toilet bowl. Consistency of vomit was the exact same one as faeces. Officially broke record of not vomitting for the past 10 years. Last time was because I was nervous about my PTS exams.(the exam that enabled me to be a year younger than my peers)

-Woke up at 6am and puked into the toilet bowl. Consistency of vomit still brown and sloshy.

-Penny, me thinks it is your cupcakes, decolourised. Your cupcakes were white if I was not mistaken? It was the only thing I had in my tummy.

Sigh. Shall elaborate these points when I get back tomorrow afternoon.

Happy Merdeka, you all.

Just wanna say sorry to everybody whom I was tactless to last night. I didn't say my thank yous and my byebyes.

Thanks Bryan for the party. Didn't say thank you to your parents.

Sorry Asyraf for being weird. We'll have to meet again.

Sorry everybody else who felt I was strange lah, basically.

I will never ever ever touch alcohol ever again. I hate vomitting. Oh god.

In all my life, I realise that I've been sheltered far too much. There were people here who don't even own handphones and to me, that's incredulous. But I soon learnt that these people who hail from the village have their own way of slow paced life.

Only in national service would I ever have the chance to play and learn together with these kids who come from all walks of life.

Despite the language barrier with the other chinese speaking chinese at camp, I tried to keep an open mind and communicated with everybody. I was desperate to find somebody who could converse with me in english.

As the weeks go by, I soon got by with my limited cantonese and broken Malay.

Everybody at camp noticed that I scribbled furiously in a notepad whenever there was time. They'd peek over and la

ugh and smile because what I was writing was about my experiences together with them.

After form5, most people would end up sticking with their own race. It is inevitable. But in National Service, it was arranged in such a way that nobody of the same race should sleep next to each other. My neighbours were both Malay girls.

My favourite of the two girls was named Farah. Farah is very down to earth and she remained impartial despite the politics going on in the dorm. Politics happened everywhere and you guessed it, it happened between the malays and the chinese. Farah and I were very close. So close that we'd join our beds at night and she would help me hold my torch light while I religiously wrote about my experiences in national service.

Farah comes from Putrajaya but it must be the environment that she grew up in because she can hardly speak a word of English. She recognises a few word every now and then from my journals and would chuckle.

"Oh!! Marriage!! Cakap tentang hukuman seks tu ya?" she said. I mentioned in my NS diaries something about the trainer threatening a marriage ceremony should anyone be caught doing naughty things around the camp.

She told me, "Bagus Jolene tulis diari tiap tiap malam! Cam nih Farah dapat belajar bahasa inggeris! Tulis lebih ya!" I was overwhelmed with a sense of encouragement.

Once of the cutest scenes I saw in camp was during my character building classes.
There's this tall, lanky and hairy indian boy who would act like a total monkey making everybody laugh. He can only speak very little Malay. When you disturb him, he'll get slightly pissed off and scolds you in Tamil. It was very funny so my friend Yee Ling, a hair dresser who works in Klang, found him very endearing.

Now she was the epitome of your typical ah lian hairdresser together with the hokkien accented Malay. Very very amusing.

"Oi Raju!! Lu jangan nakal ar!!" she'd shout at Raju, the aforementioned Indian boy and break into a giggle. Raju likes to disturb her as well because she had blonde hair, blue eyes and was as fair as snow. They'd squabble.. one teasing the other in broken malay and the other one scolding back in Tamil.

One of the things I miss about national service are the songs and the cheers. Every night, all of us would gather in our oversized t-shirts and trackpants and sing the songs thought to us by our trainers.

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I would love to continue this post. But I just puked my guts out a while ago and am in no position to blog. Hope you all understand. Happy merdeka. The gist of it is that I had a great time in National Service. Will edit this when i get back.

The genius behind this is none other than the one and only Vincent of http://vbglau.blogspot.com. He was the one who came up with last year's Kempen Belog BM.

Click!

Unfortunately, I didn't get to participate in the project. You see, I was part of the Merdeka procession last year as part of the national service contingent, carrying the Kedah flag(see, I was all psyche about coming to start my dentistry course 5 days after Merdeka).  

I left my national service camp on merdeka's day last year rather adruptly and rushed off to Kedah, totally detached from the likes of the blogosphere for about nearly 4 months. I came back to see a whole new generation of bloggers. Like some sort of alien evolution. You leave them for one night as a tiny colony of cultured bacteria and they become an entire civilisation in a few days. 0_0

This year, Vincent's aim is to compile a list of heart warming stories written by Malaysians about being Malaysians. He has had enough of depressing stories and I'm sure most of us are sick of hearing malaysians complain about the price increase of essential necessities, racial biasness, feuds between the big guys etc etc.

So do all of us a favour by contributing to this project this Merdeka Day.

Marilah Sertai Projek Malaysia Gembira!

Tak aci aku tidak dapat menyertai Kempen Belog BM yang diadakan pada tahun lepas. Oleh itu, aku mati-mati pun nak belog damn BM juga. Tunggulah beberapa hari dulu sebelum aku mengarang sebuah belog enteri yang akan menonjol bahasa melayu yang berbunga-bunga aku dan mempersonakan anda semua. Habis peperiksaan biokimia aku yang menyusahkan itu dulu.

Aku tidak tahu kenapa aku boleh dapat B3 dalam SPM Bahasa Melayu. Sedih aku tau! Merosakkan keputusan SPM aku saje. Ish. Jahanam 'tul!

Oh! Mari aku berbelog sedikit dalam bahasa melayu loghat Kedah.

Adik semo mesti layon projek ini yo? Baro la rio!

Ako tak taho ako cakop tahi apo.<--- only this one correct. cis! Mancis!

Ok sekian, terima kasih.

Yang Benar,                                                                                       24 Ogos 2006

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(Lai Pei Shan)
Pengarang Belog