My digital clock at the bottom right hand corner ticks 2.43am, an insane timing considering that i am supposed to book into camp tmr morning at 730am - for my first confinement served, and 4 more to come. I have always tried to liven up this space during my short span of 2 days in the civilian world, and this post is a testament to the this laudable spirit. Haha, before i penned this post, i perused through the previous posts that i have written for the past few months and have realised that i have been just blabbering with random stuffs such as the massive food galore, the out-of-the-blue black chicken story and some random superficial whining.
In short, i haven't really been reflecting about life, from a macro perspective, and it's flabbergasting to realise that it is already the dawn of April . Time really flies, it has been 4 months into the new year and i have yet to fathom what resolutions i have for myself. On one hand, its encouraging that ORD edges nearer as times zoom faster towards the end of the tunnel, but yet ironically, i have this growing sentiment that time hasn't been willfully spent and things weren't accomplished as they were initially planned. The paradox of this time problem is bemusing, and i hope that my weeks ahead can be as fulfilling as possible; by that, my definition of fulfilling is to make full use of time in camp to enrich myself as a person, in preparation for the outside world.
Readers, whom i hope are still following this blog, are definitely unaware of the the significant events that have summed up my year... Apparently, my musings and complains of the army has been evidently skewed down, and my sis was like remarking, 'eh you seems to be more relaxed and cheerful these days. that's of stark contrast to the days when you were in bmt, and was like complaining every single weekend about how xiong tekong was...' (lol, i just crafted these words, though the exact gist of the conversation was accurately captured) Yes, life has been essentially like a paradise since wallaby and though it's still a chore to go though all the same regimentation and mundane trainings, 2nd-year soldiers who are well-seasoned and adapted, are invariably enjoying a good life in camp.
I have some deep-rooted feelings about NS, especially with regards to my transition from the fields to the office, that i have very much like to pour and share here, but it seems that due to time constraints, i got to shelve it to next post. It has been 1 month since i have officially down pesed, after the approval from the medical board was stamped, and all i could say that the experience was a pretty harsh, yet enlightening one. It has enlightened me about the operations of SAF, and it's interesting to look at things from the other perspective...
