(I apologize in advance for the headache.
Please read the x as 2. For example instead of pegawai2, it's pegawaix. Most military personnel would type kata ganda in malay this way. It really takes a tremendous conscious effort to not, at least for me. I was so focused on ranting to notice that.)
My experience:
Even before I got to my unit, when the unit assignment were out I was already contacted to pay money for 'officer's mess hall activity'. Me being the dumb fresh officer I was I didn't think much of it. I probably paid for the 'mess activity' at least 2 times before I even reported to the mess.
Once I got to the mess, typical soldier style, there's nightly hazing/ragging, just your basic push-ups and jumping jacks and stuff like that. No physical beating or something of that sort by my unit officers at least.
My messhall has officers from 5-7 different units but only 1 particular unit + a Lt Col is always keen on organizing yeye cause this unit's higher echelon is also based there and the highest ranking dude who stays at the mess is a Lt Col, who outranks my OC, a major, and a pretty senior officer by batch too. Malaysian Armed Forces has a weird attachment to respecting your seniors eventhough there are shit and were supposed to get kicked out ages ago.
My first ever yeye. There were 16 (2 females) of us or so (fresh Lt M both who are staying at the mess and those from other units staying temporarily for higher echelon orientation). We each had to pay around rm300 (just for the alcohol and chicks, so we had to pay extra separately for food and stuff) and got assigned various duties. The only instructions we got was "Organise yeye malam ni" "Pastikan air cukup dan sedap" and "nak ada awek minimum 20 orang". Air here refers to alcohol.
You would think we would have a hard time rounding up those girls. Nope. Apparently there's this whole network of girls whose sole job is to go around Malaysia and attend yeye. The girls know more officers and have been to more military installations than even the PAT or PTD would and ever will. And sometimes the officers would take a liking to certain girls and specifically request for us to make sure the girls are there. All the girls are malays and a few Indonesians from different walks of life. There was a chick who was a teacher during the day. There was even a few who pakai tudung but would be sitting on the lap of a guy and drinking from his cheap whiskey glass. A assigned person would pick them up and ferry them to the mess hall. I have always stayed away from buying alcohol and driving the girls. So I would get stuck with econsave nugget and hotdog duty.
Officers who i thought were alim and good turned out to be absolute menaces. I got asked multiples times "Kau minum tak" and whenever i said no they would be so surprised (cause i waa overseas-trained) yet they would say "lain kali kalau ada pegawai tanya cakap je minum. Kalau diorang offer minum la seteguk dua"The only silver lining that night was none of my officers from my unit chose to join yeye. So this went one for the first 2 months. It was at least 2 yeye per week during this period. Sometimes we'll have the ragging session aka hell before yeye and sometimes after or if we get lucky the yeye would take so long that the officer who wanted to give us 'hell' goes back home. I kid you not, some folks prefer become stuck in yeye than doing soldierly physical exercises.
The same Lt Col mentioned above (let's call him Col F ) has a wife and 6 kids. The only few good things about him is that he brings in his own girl for yeye cause yeye girls are beneath his class (despite him being the one who asks us to organize yeye and set the number of chicks) and he has "Untuk Allah, Untuk Rasul, Untuk Agama" as his WhatsApp about.
When he first asked us to organize yeye he said "Ada sebab aku suruh buat camni". So profound.
Malaysia perang pon tak tapi acahx terpaling askar bab yeye. Kalau esok confirm mati takkan kau nak minum arak pastu main ngan pompuan dekat bilik mes yang isteri dengan anakx kau baru stay 2 jam lepas? Kalau tau esok mati confirm kau yang kemain solat taubat berdoa bagai.
My last yeye before I rebelled was personally the most horrible experience in my life. I had to look after an officer's kids (let's name him Maj A) and escort his wife around the mess cause the wife wants to use the mess' sound system to rehearse few songs for a BAKAT (basically wife's club) event. BAKAT is supposed to be a spouse support club but again typical malaysian mentality ruined it. Wife's automatically assume that the husbands rank and authority extends to them and abuse this to order and make lower ranking folks' wifes obey them.
If the lower ranking wife ignores it, the husband is gonna suffer the consequences cause the higher ranking wife will report to her husband (my dad calls it "suami brigedier general, isteri mejar general). I can go on a rant about this but I'll save it for another day. But this officers wife was nice and I just called her kakak. That very night, I saw her husband dragging a yeye girl to the mess hall dining area, away from bar area where the main event is (presumably for a bj cause they came back quick). That was quite a blow cause I don't give a single rat's ass about the other officers wife cause I don't know them personally but this one was different. She's nice and the kids are cute and still young.
The cognitive dissonance hit me so hard that I had to go to the psychiatrist and get meds. I was diagnosed with MDD and was taking Escitalopram more than the max dosage, just to numb what I felt. I didn't like the feeling of being in a haze but it was miles better than hurting and doing dumb stuff. Being on meds helped but eventually, I stopped cause I wanted to think clearly and i wanted to do something to stop yeye because yeye is still being organized by my juniors because of Col F.
But unfortunately I got shut really hard and was ostracized for it. My OC even said "Kau dah tak join kan? Jadi apa masalahnya?".
So yeah that's all there is for part 2. Sorry for the lack of TL;DR. Kinda hard to summarize shit like these especially when the details matter.
