Jolene’s gone, and, uh… I’ve been put in charge of helping her update her blog while she’s gone. This will be the only post that will be fully written by me though, cos the rest will be through letters she’ll be sending to me. Man, that girl is one hard-core blogger. I’m her brother Luzzio by the way.
We arrived at about 8.40, and already all the buses were waiting in line to bring them 18-year olds for 3 months of ‘fun’.
Of course, when I started taking photos, her expression changed fully. Professional camwhorer. Heh.
At this point, my dad got a little angry. Jolene had packed a little too extremely, and her luggage consisted of the following:
2) Pink sling bag, heavy with bathroom stuff.
3) Grey school like bag behind the shoulders
4) Green bag for other ‘essentials’.
5) One pail. For washing clothes.
Poor girl was punished to carry all 5 things by herself.
There were so many people there! You had to practically push through a crowd of people just to get to the other side.
Alot of other people had a pail of the same color, so we decided to write her name on hers.
Dad was still grumbling about her luggage. “One trainee take so much space in the bus? It wouldn’t be a very good impression la, girl! How are you going to take all those things by yourself all the way?”
Haha, you can see him pocketing the money in this picture.
“Cintai Malaysia” was the bus’ name. It’s one of those beat up old school buses which itch your butt when you sit on the chairs.
Good bye Jolene! Hugs were given all around, and I could see tears in my parents’ eyes. Dad’s was a little hard to spot, but mom’s was pretty easy. I’ve watched TVB chinese shows with her for over 4 years, and it’s become an instinct to know if she’s crying =p
We went back to the car, and dad decided to tail the bus all the way to Taman Templer where my sister’s NS camp was located. I groaned, but it’s useless to argue. Felt strange, without her sitting on her side of the backseat.
Finally! After a gruelling 1 hour drive(bus was so friggin slow!), we’d reached the NS training camp. Except…it wasn’t so much of a camp.
Looked more like a school. We later concluded that it was an abandoned boarding school that the goverment re-used as an ‘NS’ camp. Cheap bastards.
We took awhile before reaching the assembly area. All the trainees were waiting to register themselves.
Found Jolene. By that time, the socialite had already made around 5 friends, a variety of Chinese and Malay ones.
I felt a need to go to the toilet, so I decided it would be a good opportunity to take some pics around the area to show you guys what the place she’d be in for 3 months looked like. Easier for you to picture stuff for later entries, understand? =)
Finally found the toilet. Just a look from outside told me it wasn’t a very friendly place. ‘Kotor’.
Even curtains for the showers. Hmm… of course, we all have to face…
Ohh…cheh! Kem Rimba Templer issit? Don’t put so far la.
“When the cat’s away, the mouse gets to use her room”
Hehe, Luzzio, signing out.
*blog entries from here forth will be written by Jolene through letters*