This time round, i remembered to pack my dirty laundry and keep my valuables into my bag before booking out... the irony is that i forgot to bring home my civilian clothes as i was in my no.4... to make it more interesting, my only belt was in the jeans and all my pants are loose...

was in my friend's car when i received a dreaded phone call.. my camp's number. to no surprise, its the 3SG from another sub unit.. enlightened him and he got my point.. by 15secs later, his head, a CPT called.. fucked.. spoke to him for 10mins but he refused to believe.. questioning my knowledge of my job scope. fine.. i directed him to my LTC... and that really shut him up.. fucking useless scholar. muscle brains

orchard ions is just crawling with photographers.. and no doubt i'm one of them.. took 2 shots and i thought i had it but it turned out oof and the composition's real poor.. think i need to experiment with the new lens..