Back in 2008

18 March 2011

On that very day, three years ago I embarked on a three months journey to Tuaran, a place I've never even seen or heard before this for the boot camp we all know as National Service. I remember this as clear as the sun in the summer sky because the very next day was my best friend's birthday. And the night before, we feasted of chicken wings and everything else that steamboat place had to offer. I also remember a certain scheming someone whom successfully scammed both of us. Me thinking it was a birthday celebration and she; a farewell. For what it's worth, it was a delightful surprise :) thankew Carmen!

Can't remember whether I properly blogged about camp or not but I came back shy of the three month requirement cos college was starting the following week. Given the circumstances to re-do things, I'd have stay the whole run. Also, I've been reminiscing days Eleanor Rigby guest blogged. Heh. Should you be reading this, my hair is falling in fistfuls on a daily basis! :/

On a different note, you'd be glad to know that I am no longer that lass who believed that Chipsmores make peopleme wiser and err stronger. I no longer have braces(!), my hair is ten times longer, I am no longer the person I used to be, I now believe hell comes in many forms; the mind in particular, that leaf phone I sayang so banyak; has gone to phone heaven and recently someone created a Facebook group for my National Service friends. You'd be amused to know that I haven't worked up the courage to message my officers to tanya khabar in fear of being ordered to eat cucumbers -____-

The Comeback

Of Ah Leong.

After two whole semester of not seeing each other despite studying in the same college and he being cacat at keeping in touch, it's quite coincidental how out of all days and all times he came walking by the library. Instantaneously saving me from my lack of power source and making statements like "eh, first time see you dress so decently for college".

I DRESS VERY DECENTLY TO CLASSES OKAY, mind you. Its bold and in caps for a reason.

Cute or not my friend?

Ahahahahha.

Okay okay, I've laughed enough. Back to them assignment. Expect dark circles and saggy eye bags tomorrow morning :)

p/s: Khai Chun is not handsome, you gay.

The heart grows fonder

You wanna know what's the difference between Sabah and Subang?

Let me show you.

Here's Subang.

And this would be Sabah.



If you ask me this is a pretty bad shot, only because it was taken during a bumpy bus ride on a trip out to someplace very early in the morning. You have to trust me on that one, because by Sixam sharp, the sun is high up and the sky is painfully bright.

How oh how can I not miss Sabah? Tell me.

National Service, Sabah, and I.

How could you forget to pack sunblock? It's sunblock waaaay!
*smacks head*

My first week in Kem KK DiBawah Bayu was excruciating to put it bluntly. The days were spent doing nothing, waiting and waiting for the administration to distribute our clothes, settle into our respective dorms, getting our tastebuds accustomed to the crappy food, and uncomfortably interacting with other equally-suffering trainees.

My first meal; their idea of a welcoming lunch.

Nearly two weeks later, Character Building or Pembinaan Karakter classes commenced. We were separated into four groups, and you'll be stuck with these people for the duration of the PK classes. My PK class was awesome. Like really really awesome. Did I forget to mention PK classes have two parts? Module 1 and 2. PK classes are fun, if you’re a five year old that is. The activities are somewhat childish to the extend I felt as if I was back in kindergarten all over again. Soon after, the physical activities kicked off.

Five minutes later......

:)

Our daily schedule at NS goes something along these lines:

0430 - Wake-up Call
0530 - Assembly and Physical Training(PT)
0700 - Breakfast
0800 – Pembinaan Karakter (and later) Nationalism classes
1000 – Morning Teabreak
1030 - PK (and later) Nationalism classes resume
1200 - Lunch
1330 - Physical Exercise, i.e., Marching, Kraf Hutan, Navigation, Obstacle Course
1600 – Teatime
1630 – Aktiviti riadah
1730 – Shower/Rest
1930 - Dinner
2030 - Night activities (vary and keeps us guessing, mostly talks and movies)
2200 - Supper
2215 - Rolcall (I find this an ubber waste of sleep time)
2300 - Lights out

(I haven't inserted Malay prayers, you'd be amazed how much time they spend in the surau.)


Basically that's what we do every single day, except on weekends, where we do nothing in the afternoon for Saturdays and Sundays. Yeah, life is a routine. I survived it there withoutbitingsomeonesheadoff.

Take note of the number of meals we have. How can we not gain weight?...

And every 1st and 3rd Sunday of the month is Family Day, where your family is allowed to pay you a visit between 0900 until 1700 hours. You have no idea how much I dread Family Days, only because my family is about what..five thousand miles away?

Oh, and PT each morning differs. It varies from aerobics, Tempur Tanpa Senjata (TTS), poco-poco, or, it’s up to the trainers' preferences. On weekends, there's no PT (whoopsforjoy!). Eventually you'll settle down to the routine, and you'll learn to like the activities. And every Thursday and Friday night is Religion Classes, so each respective religion gets its own class taught by an outsider. Did I mention Buddhist classes are conducted purely in CHINESE? Yeah, I transform into a dumb frog every Thursday and Friday night.

And yes, I’ve been suffering cubical blues in that two months duration. You would think that after investing a huge sum of money here, they'd built bigger and better looking toilet cubicles and showers but, no. They have to make them all so narrow that we have to suck in our tummy just to squeeze through the door while cleaning the toilet walls with our backs and giving them a finishing polish with our hair. I'm still wondering how those, on the well, chubbier side actually make their way out and avoid getting stuck in between the door and toilet seat.

Or maybe, they avoid doing their business and wait until where they can finish whatever they have to do in comfort and peace, like me.

I did many many awesome stuffs in NS, I really did. Here are few of them :)


I camwhored with a police airforce helicopter.

Fly fox twice.
Accidentally volunteer to be a group leader.
Tried the sumazau dance.

Lifted a plane. Almost.

Changed race.

And later on, converted into Islam. My malay name is Fauziah. :)

Assist in smuggling Tuaran Mee into camp.

Sit by the longkang and kiwi my boots during midnight.

Boarded a navy ship. Thats as far as I got....

Happy to be eating camp food?

Made great plans.

Drank from a super huge coconut that onlt costed RM1.50!?!
Ate a cup of maggi in five minutes.
Memorized the Sabah Song by heart.

The awesome rickety bumpy bus rides we go thru every week.

Eat like I've never eaten before.

Putin means banana is bahasa Dusun.
Drank lake water.
Survived through weeks of Dizigui classes.

Got my buddy tulan-ed at me. It's not my fault I can juggle damnit.

Sleep in ceramahs.
Superspeed shower in four minutes, only becos there was no one else but me in the toilet.

Watch the sunrise every single weekday morning.

Got High? :D

Grabbing opportunities to sleep during morning teabreak between PK classes .

Not runaway and shriek my lungs out when I meet a lion dancer up close.

First hand experience at the Magunatip dance. Super cool wei.
Named a kerajaan after me.
My KN group named themselves, Szetoo's Smile. I was swelling with pride.

Trip to the Air Force.

See, touch, camwhore, and eventually use the M16.


To blog down my National Service experience would be impossible for I and only I went through it all. You weren’t in my sempit kasut kelas to do the ‘ke belakang pusing’ ten times in a row or run all the way back to the dorms to save our fresh laundry from the mean rain. And you will never get the chance to dance the poco-poco under the scorching sun in the famous spike boots that weight nearly a ton to a crowd of restless parents.

National Service is in general, a waste of time. All day long what we do is waking up early in the morning, masuk baris, star jumps, have freezing cold showers, washing clothes, bathe, eat, sleep, marching, sleep, marching, eat, whine, masuk baris some more, star jumps, get high blood pressure, marching again, eat, hantar dobi, sleep, shower, eat, and fret.... But why do people come back from National Service crying and saying that they miss and enjoyed camp? One word says it all: FAMILY; the friends that are made in camp are precious. We bathe together, we ate together, we slept together (literally), sama-sama pakai baju celoreng to sleep after getting punished, we even washed our undies together la.

I never thought I'd say this but, I miss camp.

Honestly speaking,

I still am extremely unpatriotic after 2 months plus of being 'brainwashed', so to speak. However I did make a good many amount of friends from different races and places. It was quite sad leaving all my awesome Sabahan friends behind (especially the 3 other Sabahans-ans!)

We Subang people live in such luxury and we don't even know it. =/

NS has also made me appreciate the littlest things in life too like,

• My washing machine. Oh man did I MISS my washing machine. I nearly hugged my washing machine when I got back.
• Splendid food. (Fried fish SIX nights in a row….)
• My bed. My very clean clean bed. Every day I have to hit the bed sheets on my bed because there's always some kinda bug on it and all the dust of the day collects on top of it. Plus, the girls keep stepping on my very nicely made bed just to open/shut the windows. Damn you.
• My bathroom. My spacious, bug-less and BIRD-less bathroom. (More about this later.)
• The heater. It is NO FUN bathing in ice-cold water when it's raining at four in the morning.
• Privacy. I have not been alone except in the shower for the past two months. It is a LUXURY to have some space to myself.

Now I need to sleep on my wonderful soft bed which I've missed for months.

Tales From NS

It is my pleasure and delight to announce that Szetoo Weishya is back on West Malaysian soil, polluted air, fast moving cars, and all.
National service is a place where we're all forced to grow up/mature in one way or another. It in fact does toughen you up.

For instants, I am a lot stronger and wiser about the weather because I've been washing most of my clothes with my awesome bucket for the past month. It is no joke washing those blue grungy thick NS towels and running back to the dorms when it starts to rain to get your clothes, especially when the dorms are yards away.


Weight-wise, I've been told that I've put on some. I think its becos' of the horrible food we have to eat more or less everyday out of hunger. There was one time where we had to eat fried fish for about a week. It's the same fish (full of boney bones) but with different sauces. There were days where the food was beyond dreadful so we'd bail on the meal queue and snuck off to purchase maggi cups or just hold our breaths and ate rice with soggy vegetables. :(


It's not ALL bad in NS though, really. I've picked up a couple of local Sabahan songs and made a lot of friends from different ethnic groups! The trainers are mostly Christians so they don't make our lives as miserable as other camps.

There have been instances of people seeing ghosts and stuff like that but I’m usually too tired by the end of the day to be scared. Okay, maybe now and again I do get frightened and we'll all huddle in the centre of the dorm with our blankets and jimjams. Lights out is at 11pm and the night guards on duty will knock on our dorm doors by 4am to wake us up. Then we'll have to be down in the 'padang kawad' by 5.30am for our Physical Training.


It's along story. I'll blog more and 'hurai' about it once I manage to upload all the pictures up.

P/s: Many many thanks to Eleanor Rigby who has been all this while updating this blog so....religiously? Haha :D

Kepulangan Saya

Dengan sukacitanya, saya mengumumkan kepulangan Yang Berbahagia Szetoo Weishya ke dunia Selangor pada 14 Mei 2008. Di harapkan ahli keluarga serta sahabat handainya akan menyambut ketibaannya dengan penuh meriah dan *icantfindawordtoinserthere*. Oleh hal yang demikian, bersiap sedialah untuk mengalu-alukan kepulangan Szetoo Weishya yang telah berada di dunia Sabah selama dua bulan yang lepas.

Sekian harap maklum.

:)

The Latest

Eleanor Rigby :

Eleanor reports that Weishya has made contact with Eleanor from the murky jungles of Tuaran. She is doing well, albeit frustrated with a few aspects of PLKN life.

It is only fitting that Eleanor use this blog as a outlet for reporting on the happenings in Weishya's PLKN experience, and as such, this post is dedicated to update those of you who feel bored with Eleanor's musings and are anxious to find out what exactly is happening in the World of Weishya.

For starters, our beloved blogger has issues with the clothing provided by PLKN. Apparently, XL size sweatshirts are handed out for exercise purposes. This WOULD get on the nerves of someone who has the figure to command a bigger salary to wear a miniskirt to sell mp3's.

How incredibly moronic.

We aren't like America where 60% of the population is overweight. We don't eat cheese with everything.
XL shirt for him can lah

Bad news for all you perves out there though, but it IS more proof of incompetent administration in a BN-controlled area.

She has also recently learned the latest " Tepuk thank you". Apparently , its the " in thing" in NS camps nowadays though it pales in comparison to the ever irritating " Tepuk Commando"

Sabahan guys are also awful at courting women. This is a note to all you women out there who wanna go to Sabah to get hooked up. No offence to any Sabahans reading this, but this is merely her personal opinion after all.

Looks like she'll come back single.

But not all is bad in the World of Weishya, it is said in the lore of NS camps, that her camp is the best in Malaysia. After all, they had mutton for lunch. A cause for celebration if i ever saw one.

Vegetables remain disgusting though.Vegetables are NOT food

Unfortunately for her, marching and awfully dull "ceramahs" usually fill her day. I suppose this is to aid her in the long run. How though, Eleanor will never know.

Watching Sabahan girls " drop hair like dead cells" also scares her into keeping a close eye on her shampoo collection and throws her into a sense of confusion as to how such pretty girls could lose so much hair. Again, please do not take offence to this as it is merely an observation aimed at inducing a sense of humour.
They want/need this bad

She also has other gripes regarding many aspects of PLKN life, but these gripes might have a tendency to arouse the sensitivities of certain people and as such will not be posted up. Eleanor likes to remain alive and breathing. And so does Weishya for that matter.

Last but not least, she has also made an acquaintance with a frog in the toilet. Screaming the whole building down seemed like an appropriate response at the time.Eleanor would scream too

I suppose it would be frightening.



Eleanor supposes that all you readers out there miss our dearest Shya, and wish for her return as soon as possible.

Eleanor will continue to update all you friends out there who are anxious to know about her NS experience whenever the reception is Tuaran permits text messaging.

P.S.: To Joey, she wants her sundae

P.P.S. : VOTE FOR THIS BLOG!!!

I'll be back before you know it!

PLKN awaits me.

National Service, a military camp designed by the government to drill the love for the country into the hearts of youngsters like you and me, which a majority of the population know we dread to go and find it a waste of precious time.

The question is: Will she survive?

Anyway, if you happen to have a sudden urge to write to me.....here's the address!

Szetoo Weishya
Kem KK DIBAWAH BAYU,
Kampung Kauluan,
89208 Tuaran,
Sabah.

Do write :) it's too late to ask for each and everyone's full address but if you write and include your full address I'll write back for sure! (please insert a stamp or two, I haven’t got time to buy any heh)

The instructions are to meet at Stadium Shah Alam, parking lot at 3.30am.

Leaving for the airport at 4.30am sharp.

If all goes well. my flight to Tuaran, Sabah would probably be at... 7.00am?

Gah.

I don't wanna leave!!!

Oh scrap that.

Just let me finish those 3 months fast and painless please.

I might even be back before my three months is up. Who knows :D

I know everyone’s gonna be busy with loads of tests and all that, but still, you guys WILL miss me. You'll see. :) And I'm gonna step on my pride for a moment here and say *deep breaths* I'mgonnamissyouguystoolah. Take care and all the best, alright?

I'll be back in one piece to salvage my McD sundae cup Joey!

And no gifts/happy sticks Yee Yang.

To National Service I shall go.

Q: If Szetoo Weishya was a superhero, who would she be?
A: Batman. Why? Because Batman Returns :DD

P/s: DON'T FORGET TO VOTE!!!!

And She Smiles

I know I'll be meeting you in a few hours, for the last time in the next few months...but I just wanna type this down before I loose my nerve. And breakdown. And also cos you'd never know, my plane just might be terrorized by another Osama wanna-be and god knows what will happen out there in Sabah. Then, I'll regret big time not telling you this before.

I will miss you dearly best friend.

The old saying of one smile makes two stands true
as it has been proven between the two of us.

You're the only person I could be really vulnerable to. I can ask for a pat on the back without worrying about being seen as hopelessly insecure. Our friendship went deeper then that. Not many has such opportunity to meet a friend who meets eye to eye in many perspectives, but we found each other amongst the many many folds of startling attitudes, sarcasm, and irony.
I am glad we did.

The fact that you'd be rocking your socks at Thai on my first weekend away at Sabah is depressing wei. Who am I to call and Rant my heart out?

I'll show you, I can indeed wake up FIVEam everyday to brave the cold showers and stinking morning exercise. I'll be back with a awesome tan, a slim tummy(with no help from cheese rings) and a hot Sabahan guy you'd be longing to go NS yourself :P

But then again, who's gonna laugh when we crack up lame jokes? Or who's gonna fend off for me to escape a 'critical situation' no matter how nonsensical the reason may be.

Actually, I'm wondering, who's gonna save you from that creepy dude when he corners you for yet another droning long conversation? Omg la, I'm laughing my head off just imagining your pained expression searching for escape route.

Every once in a while, a person's lucky enough to make an unforgettable friend:
you're it for me, Crystal Chow.

Hold on tight, with all my might

I think I've delayed this post for as long as I could. I wish I could avoid it altogether but…..

I don’t want my readers to wonder to no end wondering if I fell of a swing and went tumbling into a deep state of coma, do I?

I shall bravely and courageously type this out without shedding a tear whatsoever.

To those who don’t already know, because I’ve only been lamenting about it for half a gazillion times or so, I’ll be leaving for Sabah next Tuesday. I’ll be leaving my safety, comforts of home, secured circle of friends, in trade for three months at the National Service.

Oh yes I will. I feel like I'm, walking into lion’s cage without a weapon. No, I feel like I'm being served on a dish to a lion… Gah.

Below is a list of items I will need to bring along. I’ve been racking my brains for essential and necessary items to bring. But Mum just tosses them outta my already over-the-brim luggage bag.

I already packed the ones in green. While the ones in red are what I am yet to obtain. The ones in pink are inaccessible.

Loose fitting shirts
Clothes hangers
Fork and spoon
Shower foam
Pink shampoo
My best friend in bed, Mr. Blanket
Lotion
Sunblock
Sunblock
More sunblock
A mini bucket(?)
Brush and detergent
Mobile phone & charger
Novels
Double Stuff Oreos, thank you Crystal!
Sanitary Pads
Stamps, envelopes and all you people’s house address!!!
Telephone Cards, I might have the urge to call home on weekdays :(
Nail clippers
Padlock
Vitamin C’s
Towel
A lifetime supply of maggi
Waterbottles
Toothbrush and toothpaste
Shoes
Medicines
Slippers
Alarm clock
My splendid bed
My trusty water heater
Code lock for suitcases
Stationary
Marker pen, to label my uniforms
Notebook
Backpack
Best friend, Crystal Chow

Did I leave anything out? Cos I swear my brain is so numb I can hardly think.

Lately, one too many people have been asking me about National Service.

First of all, I am very scared, I am very nervous, and I am very excited. In many perspectives.

Truth be told, I am actually very tired. I am just going to NS, expecting the worse and am going to take whatever comes flying in my face and hope for the best. I have a feeling I will get quite annoyed during the whole ordeal, but that is life so I've just got to suck it in, bear the cold waters, early mornings and go. NS may be fun (or it may not), NS may be a waste of time, but I must go through it for dad’s not gonna spit out a thousand bucks to exempt me from it, and that is that.

I swear, my mother is like a precious gem. There’s one and only one in the entire world.

Would you laugh at your daughter when she cries and grieve over her pitiable SPM results? Would you?

Because she did just that. I call her mummy. With the U not the O. She chastises me of the ‘unnecessary’ knick knack I'm bringing to Sabah claiming it’s taking up space but she packs little bags that I'll never use. She calls up all her friends whose daughters or sons went for National Service just to ask if I would need to bring a pail or what airplane I'll be taking. Or is the traditional baju a must to bring. Then she calls again to confirm whatever nonsense idea I came up with just to dishearten her from packing fifteen thousand shirts for me. Which she later on agrees with me saying only need a few la, like it was my fault, and progresses to mumble about toiletries. She tells me I'm crap at packing. She empties the entire luggage bag to discover the hidden stash of M&Ms between the folds of my shirts.

Being Cina, mum say's Milo 3in1 are a rip-off swindle.

I agree with her.

Mummy… I love you. Even when you were giving me that pep-talk about being neat and tidy, and eating my vegetable, or when you went on and on about watching my actions and speech when in the forest as there just might be sprits lurking around the corner. I kept quiet through the whole ordeal. Only because I was on the verge of crying my eyes out, and I didn’t want you to know. That woman has the power to get me into tears within a matter of seconds these days. She’s not bashful from taking full advantage of it too. I'm gonna miss you guys at home so so much la.

Even you Tall Sister :)

Foolishly Repeating

It was, Weishya thought, looking out of her room window overlooking the back street with hints of fresh laundry and stray cats stretching out on the street, a perfect day for taking over the world.

Then, I sneezed. Pah, my fleeting notion of taking over the world vanished in a split second.

Today isn’t a bad day, no it isn’t bad at all.

Just seconds after I woke up, my phone bleeped indicating a new text. It said 'Szetoo, read page3 of The Star'. I guess you don't really need a brain to figure out what he meant by that. YES, SPM results are gonna be out on the 12th March! Thats just EIGHT scrawny days away.

"PETALING JAYA: The Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia (SPM) and Sijil Tinggi Agama Malaysia (STAM) results will be released on March 12.
Education director-general Datuk Alimuddin Mohd Dom said students would be able to obtain the results after 10am from their respective schools.
“Private candidates will receive their results through the post,” he said in a statement released yesterday.
A total of 439,255 students sat for the SPM examination while 6,522 students sat for the STAM papers last year. Alimuddin said an analysis of the results would be announced on the same day."

I was a bundle of nerves the whole day. No kidding. I had to had to keep my stray mind occupied. I succumbed to scrubbing the toilet bowl until it shined and sparkled. Then I proceed to start packing for National Service. That was a failed attempt. I managed to gather only five oversized shirts into the very large suitcase. Still so much space la. Sigh.

Yesterday was alright, and the day before was absolutely fun. I don’t know what is wrong and maybe nothing is wrong at all. Then, why do I keep feeling like something is so wrong? Why does that feeling of something is seriously wrong keep tugging at me? Keep pulling me away from everything, keep asking me to listen to it? I am here now, so tell me what’s wrong?

The whole world is listening now, so tell them what’s wrong.

But I can't. It kept its mouth shut, its hands tied, its words all jumbled in a labyrinth. It is telling me to tell everyone that some things are not just as apparent as they seem. It wants me to tell you that maybe not every problem has a solution and it wants me to tell the whole wide world to just please leave it alone.

But no, I don’t want to leave it alone. It’s killing me inside inch by inch just thinking about it. I know there is a perfect term for it but I just couldn’t seem to pinpoint what exactly. . .

I've summed this up from the past weeks or so that sometimes it's nice to talk to different people. A group of people whom you normally don't see eye to eye on many aspects. They make you see things differently and they help you see things that you are blind to. And then you realize that everything you have can come and go, and at times you have to let it go.

Ps: Like my new template? :) heehee.

Life is like a long straight road. That main road will eventually branch out to smaller roads leading to other destinations. Those other roads are the decisions we make and the people we meet. The destinations they lead to are the situations we will experience by the decisions we made or the people we have met.
-Yap Yeow Chong

Curveballs

I've been trying to get my head around all of this. I'm trying to make some sense of the phrase "Everything happens for a reason". And I think I've figured it out what the reason is- to piss me off.

I have all these feelings boxed up in pretty Ikea bottles. These feeling confuse me to no end. There's no one who can put decipher it for me nor is there any dictionary or encyclopedia in the world that can put in plain words. Words I can truly understand.

Questions danced in my mind like water drops in a frying pan. Up till now, I don't really understand the term National Service. Why Tuaran? I believe Selangor itself is a large area. Do we really need a Pyramid2? Or, now you want to be just friends? Have I been speaking Italian the past two months? Why can't bygones remain as bygones? Why do you have to bring it all up again just to muck it up in my face. When is SPM results coming out? Will I be disappointed? Why can't I fall asleep at night? Why do I drift in and out of sleep until sunrise. Weiqi, why do you always make it seem as if I always bully you? Mummy, why you never believe me when I say I didn't? And why daddy do you switch off my stand fan in the mornings?

There were days I feel sorry for myself, but not today.

Because I know happiness isn't something you experience, it's something you remember. And I definitely remember. I remember falling into drains, I remember crying on your shoulder, I remember making a scene with you, more importantly I remember laughing with you over Berbulu Fried Chicken and what not.

Suicide?

I very much would like to squeeze the life out of somebody right now.
Anybody kind enough to volunteer?
Aaaaaaaaaaaaarghh!

Why anyone would want to send me off to Sabah?

Who for that matter, because if I EVER find out, he/she’s so dead for I will personally shove that person off the cliff of Mount Kota Kinabalu. Nevermind, I've got approximately five weeks left to stuff myself with decent food and every other comfort the world has to offer until then. I love my parent so so much. When I yelp out in panic/dismay/surprise, dad within seconds googled up my camp site and the area, finding out knack and canny there is to find out about Tuaran town. I'm so touched, just the thought of leaving can trigger a wave of tears.

Sabah is so f a r from home. Sigh.

OMG omg omg!

Semakan Online Status Pelatih PLKN Kumpulan 2 Siri 5 Tahun 2008

Contoh : 901212115050

Tahniah, anda telah terpilih untuk mengikuti Program Latihan Khidmat Negara Siri 5/2008. No KP 901026075**** Nama SZETOO WEISHYA Nama Kem KEM KK DIBAWAH BAYU, TUARAN Alamat Kem KAMPUNG KAULUAN - - 89208 TUARAN SABAH Pusat Berkumpul STADIUM SHAH ALAM, SHAH ALAM Kumpulan 2 Masa Daftar 4.30 PAGI Tarikh Daftar 18/03/2008

Nota:

Kumpulan 2 - Paparan maklumat penempatan Kem, masa melapor dan pusat berkumpul.


Shucks! I'm partially glad I got Sabah...but then again, Sabah?! Geesus, then why am I crying? My heart is beating like its gonna pop out of my system anytime soon? Why oh why?