Saturday, March 15, 2003

I be doing guard duty the week after the next. I'm doing it on friday and the subsequent sunday. Damn, who planned these duties? Guard duty in camp was supposed to be quite a lobo affair. But after that 9/11 incident, my camp got rather perked up and my RSM got really rather perked up, and now we guards' duties got super perked up. U know, whatever you read on the papers in the morning will always affect us, MAN of SAF, in some way or another. Like the 9/11 attack, i was studying for my maths C test that night, then suddenly the world went kaboom, and the world turns so gloomy. But over the singapore side, i'm just another student (then), studying for my test the next day, who happened to experience the saddest event of the year. The next thing I know, when I got conscripted, this 9/11 thingy affects me real greatly.

I was just wondering, if someone was to read my blog and would like to contact me, here's my email: my email.

Some time back, I was really close to my brother. We go for soccer sessions every weekend, on the basketball court near my flat. We trashed every single team on sight, and that's every team. We scolded each other for silly mistakes and applauded whenever someone scored those magnificent goals which defies any newtonian mechanics. After sports, sometimes we tracked like 1 or 2 miles to the central where they sell Playstation games. Its not that we can't afford the bus ride or anything, just for the experience! We walked on snail pace, and talk to each other on every subject we can think of, all under the starlit sky.
Then I went to JC, in which the curriculum was like 8 to 5 everyday? I seldom talk to my bro, since i was like dead tired everyday i returned from school. I wasn't that much of a scholar, wouldn't read or study like i should be, but somehow managed to get rather good results.. U know, i tink i was equipped with some special skills or something. Whenever lectures or tutorials goes, i was somehow able to filter out those important parts, ignoring the rest and meanwhile switching off my mind and let it go day-dreaming, all lectures-long. And somehow these important parts stayed ever so resident in my memory. Heck, that's why i seldom studied and get good results. Anyway, my brother was really a whole lot smarter than me. He got into a much better JC than I am, got better PSLE and O level results than i am. I tink he scored like 8 points for Os, and was the sixth or something position in his school. I was short of 1 A1 to become a top student, but hey, I never did study anyway. Right now that's what it all matters to me. Right now. Now it's no longer about me and my brother. Sometime ago, my brother and soccer was a large part of my life. Now it's NS (not that i wanted..), Playstation2, and my dreams of ORD soon. To those people who haven't got into NS, stop dreaming of getting into some fucking "hey-i-tink-that's-pretty-prestigious-vocation" *cough* commandos *cough* units. Tell the truth, sometimes a bring a normal man might be just all that is to survive in NS. And those storemen wannabes, i look down on you group of people, fuck you, and have a good day.

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