Reservist - you're my farking (oops, voice-over: toot-toot) misery.

Oh man, I hate reservist and I'm not a man.

It's a definitely, absolutely, bladdy added stress to me.

Gee, when he's away for biz trip, at least I know it's a short one.
But not when for so-called "high-key" (spelt like this? duh?) for a full 10-14 days... that's a long time lor.
And worst still, it's either not able to book out or must book in by 7 in the morn.
Shite leh. Big ones. Loads of it. Nabehz.

With that, I'm thanking the following:
1) My baby #1 - she hypnotized me to sleep...
2) My baby bro - he booked out from his Sembawang Air Def camp and accompanied me to sleep...
And most importantly...
3) My baby #2 - he actually came back whenever it's possible, to give me the strength and made me feel most at ease to sleep in peace...

Shite. I forgot.
There're gonna be another bladdy 5 more days to count down.

F-A-R-K you green thing.

Oops. But I'm not sorry.