Lil' Green Men

listening to sherrif's 'When I'm With You'...

Question: Who are the little green men that I see daily?

a) traffic lights
b) leprechauns
c) hallucinations that occur after 24 hours of non-stop working
d) none of the above

Of course it's (d). I'm talking about our military men.

I've lost count of the number of times I've been to Pulau Tekong for campshows. It's usually quite fun, though the boys would beg to differ. Was there again on Wednesday with the Camp Babe semi-finalists. The poor gals were traumatised by the guys' reactions.

After much commotion and confusion, we finally managed to take the Penguin ferry to tekong. Shan't bitch too much, but the boatman was quite an a**hole. Upon arrival at the island, we saw a whole jungle of green men queuing for the ferry.

Passing by them to get to the performing area, could be described as dangling beef jerky or bak kua in front of the carnivores' compound. The boys meant no harm, but were making endless wolf whistles and cat calls. Terrified, the lasses clinged on tightly to TY and me. I felt like both mamasan and bouncer rolled into one.

Then it was showtime. Ho! That's when the mayhem started. The boys went wild when the ladies came out. We had to scream on top of our lungs to enable the men to hear us. Fortunately TY and I were female, or it would have been worse. They could have ignored us totally.

JF was scheduled for Thursday's campshow. Told him he'd probably get zero attention. He should just fade into the background. Or better still, try out queer antics, eg: eating bento at the side of the stage, or doing somersaults just behind the girls. I'm very confident the little green men won't even give a damn to his monkey business.