wow... i just realised i haven't blogged for quite some time.
anyway... there's a reason for everything in life... my reason? work! (what were you expecting?)

i finally had my Initiation Ceremony into my squadron on thursday.
the night was dark... the place smelt of beer and smoke. we ordered tons of food, which was a really big waste in retrospect cause we never even touched the food (or we just ended up puking it all out). but the one thing that was almost in free flow - the beer. jugs upon jugs of tiger beer came through that small slit in the window of the mess. my gosh... i had no idea people really drank that much. i always imagined it as more of a joke.
anyway, that's besides the point. the reason we were all gathered in that poor excuse of a pub was to formally introduce ourselves to our colleagues and bosses. a grand total of 8 inductees in attendence to be humiliated and made to entertain for the pleasure of one sick "chief clerk". damn man... that guy should be called the "hell clerk". he drinks beer like water. if i wasn't mistaken, he downed a half yard of beer in 12 sec! freak!
we all took turns getting roasted by the audience. a mug of constantly refilled beer in our hands as we stood on that small, shaky aluminium chair. a air of uncertainty awaited all as the traditional green dustbin of the armed forces is rolled in front of us. "dun worry... everyone throws up. that's why the thing is there. just aim first before you go." with that final assurance, we began.
first up... drank loads of beer... puked his guts out... C/S: Lobster
second man... drank almost as much... lasted quite long... puked in the end... C/S: Nana
third guy... never drank in his life... forced it down his throat... puked until half dead... made to stay in for the night... C/S: Stoner
fourth... beer I/C for the night... responsible for bringing the "hell clerk"... needless to say... puked the most... C/S: Speedy
fifth... low alcohol tolerance... took most of it quite well... puked some foam... C/S: Icecube
Sammy sixth... already red eyed and maxed out... took a couple of mugs... and a half yard of coke... never puked... C/S: Whisper
lucky seventh... was sick... under medication... excused from drinking... drank water and coke... never puked... C/S: Lallang
no comment on number 8.

"Eh... why you never greet the chief clerk? Never mind... one mug first."

"Oei... where's your pride? Never mind... you drink first."

"Sir... my callsign is Whisper!"

came home. wasted. finally... a part of my squadron. =)