so the story of the nerdy boyboy on the boat of SJAB continues...
When the notice of the second official activity of SJAB had reached him, SIAN was the only word to describe his feelings then. "Wasting a bright Saturday morning and sacrificing his sleep to go to a lame shit," he complained to his inner self. Nevertheless, the boyboy without enough sleep still crawled out his bed and took a bus down to school for this "lame shit"on that Saturday.
"Barist-Se-Di-YA!' A totally never seen before parade happened infront of his eyes. He heard from his in-charge[IC] that it's called muster parade, a parade which has been there for years. Since Sec1s were still freshmen, they were put aside to witness the procedure. The sleepy little boyboy wasn't even concentrating on the parade, he was close to dozing off, but god knows how, he managed to stay awake.
The first lesson was first aid. This boy knew nothing about first aid, absolutely nothing about it. okay, maybe he knew something, something called CPR. And you know wad? He only recognized the 3 alphabets, and nothing else. "Today we will be learning about the 7 types of wound." said the first-aid IC. "Holy shit? There are 7 types of wound?? I thought there's only bleeding and nothing else!" he was amazed, stunned, suprised, astonished and WTF-ED. And so, the projector was turned on and the boring powerpoint lesson began. He copied and drew a few things here and there. He looked around the classroom and saw some hardworking chaps taking down note while a few of his never-talk-to-before squadmates were closing their eyelids. And buddha knows how, he managed to survive this never experienced before boring lesson without dozing off. This mentally and physically worn out boyboy thought, "So, what's next? =.="
==TO BE CONTINUED==
side note: Allah knows when part 3 will be out. LOL
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