Rumour has it that the A-level results will be out on 17th February. I can safely conclude that it's back to those sleepless-or-otherwise-nightmare-filled nights. I have been dreaming of my results for the past month; they come in different variations - B E O, C D E, E O F, and you get the idea. It's really depressing having to go through it, and when the dreaded day finally arrives, I have a feeling that I'd rather die than to receive my result slip.

Am I the only one experiencing this torment? It would be abso-fucking-lutely disgraceful to see others getting into the course of their choices, while I beg to be accepted into any faculty.

My thoughts are all jumbled up. I just want to... sleep.

Life sucks.

W is for Whiskey.

From my two weeks' stay at Tekong, I have come to realise that it stands for something more meaningful - Welfare. Training wasn't what I had expected it to be. We slacked in our bunks while our neighbour Viper Company slogged their hearts out running on the track. We got to book out today while the rest of the school have to wait till tomorrow. If those aren't welfare-esque, I don't know what else to call it.

As time went by, I learnt to appreciate my platoon more. Most people are sufficiently affable for me to feel comfortable when communicating with them. No airs or anything like that. My section mates are super fun lah. I crapped with them day and night, imitating the CSM and making fun of certain people. I'm really thankful for being allocated to Whiskey 4.

Being the Key IC is no easy feat. Imagine running ahead of everyone else, up 8 whopping flight of stairs, and then finally carrying out the sacred duty of unlocking the 4 bunk doors. Nonetheless, it's a pretty slack job, so I shan't complain.

On the flipside, people are falling ill like nobody's business. Everyone seems fine in the morning, then a moment later they start to have sore throats, cough or run a temperature. In my section alone, more than half (including myself) have succumbed to the virus. I feel like I'm in a hospital with all the TB patients whenever I attend lectures, simply because the hacking coughs never cease.

Having been accustomed to sleep at 2230 every night, it's hard for me to continue with my narration, so I shall go straight to the point:

Do not be racist.

I am here only because of Hari Raya Haji.

First few days of army life weren't that bad. Besides the weather over at Tekong, everything's fine, though time in there seems to crawl. I'm sure things would turn much uglier when I book in tonight.

I'm pretty stressed right now. I need to get so many things ready by tonight, but bloody hell, it's raining non-stop even in where I stay. To make matters worse, the army market is nowhere near my house. But, the thought of confinement, which is what the commanders always use to threaten us with, is sufficient to get my arse in gear.

I'll be back next Saturday. Enjoy life while you still can. Heh.

This shall be the final post before I embark on my national slavery journey. If you're guessing that I will have tons of stuff to write about, you're going to be disappointed.

With all the anxiety coursing through my system, what do you expect?

I'll be back in two weeks' time. Until then, so long!

It's been four days into the new year and I still have yet to make any resolution. I was pretty bothered by enlistment matters for the past few days and thus didn't have time to come up with any. Now that I have only one pathetic day left on the main island, I shall devote five minutes to get it done.

It's a new dawn.

It's a new day.

It's a new life. For me.

And I'm feeling... good.