No More Chao Keng

"Woo... Ahh.... Pain... Very Pain... Cannot tahan...."

All that acting came to nought when I went to the doc. Different clinic, different person. He looks young, somewhat like a fresh graduate, and all the while having the looks of some "Garang Soldier" I've seen in those famous SAF commercials...

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What he says, "Alright, I suppose I can give you at most one week MC."

What he's trying to say, "KNN, NSF CHAO KENG KING, Ask for more MC, then I have to write report for this shit KNN."

Then he says, "But then again, I can't give you the MC, since it contradicts the fact that I allow you to drive. You do understand right?"

What he's trying to say now, "KNN I just got the feeling you want the best of two worlds. Nooooo Wayyy Man."

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No.... starting tomorrow, I'm gonna be the personal secretary of some Warrant Officer ... I can starting imagining bad things now... And all the more things my fellow clerk/platoon mate can pile on me, seeing that I have a diploma in IT...

"Zeng, help me wash my mug"

"I'm gonna work overtime, stay back and help me"

"Don't try to play with me, don't waste my time"

"Oh we've got to finish this assignment by this weekend, don't book out just yet"

"I don't want sugar in my tea! And what's that, milk??!!"

And all I can reply is:

"Yes, Sir"

"No, Sir"

"Sorry Sir"



...*Grabs Hair with both hands* Gah... No.....