I came home after watching "Take the Lead" and secretly hoped for a letter addressed to me. Approval letter, what else?

I think I'd wished hard enough. On the table lay an envelope with the NTU crest on it, accompanied by the words "An exciting new undergraduate experience awaits you inside". My heart skipped a beat. So fast? With trembling fingers I tore it open, unsure of what I would hope to see on the letter itself.

You are not going to believe your eyes. (Well, at least I didn't, initially.)


With my kind of results, I actually managed to get into my first choice. The line which states "... we have been very selective" amused me more than anything else. Erps. I shan't elaborate any further lest they retract the offer, leaving me with absolutely nothing.

At least I won't be having nightmares about selling my life to the SAF. For now.

I was browsing through files chucked in some dark corners of my computer and found some pictures which instantly brought back memories.

I seldom update nowadays, not because I don't have the time. It's just that currently, life is so inconsequential that it's not worth mentioning.

As if the people at IMOS could read my mind, they decided to give us a one-week break, so here I am, cracking my brain over what to blog about.

I know what you want to tell me. Don't have anything to write then don't write lor.

Meh. My blog's so stagnant, mosquitoes are breeding and it's deafening.

To tell the truth, there's little difference between staying in camp and out. All we do in IMOS is eat and sleep, with some occasional leisure swimming and training for 2.4, which leads me to believe that my remaining 1 year and 6 months in NSF will resemble a holiday vacation more than anything else. If you're wondering whether it's good or bad, I'll tell you that it's a little bit of both. I have friends who constantly whine about how their vocations are nothing more than slave labour and how fortunate I am to get posted to the navy. That's basically the good part - slack. Now for the downside - people are growing ballooning at an astounding rate. A handful of sergeants are so fat, I doubt they can even take down an intruder if one manages to sneak in. No offence to fat people though. I am merely stating what I see. Who knows, within the next 1 year and 6 months, I might just miraculously hit the 50kg mark, with 80% of that mass as fats. (FYI: I have yet to hit even 45. That's sad, I know.)

I think the SAF has made me a duller person. What I used to find entertainment in have now all failed their purpose. I can easily pass my day simply sitting on the swivel chair and staring at the monitor doing practically nothing constructive. The worst part is, I actually find this kind of life somewhat enjoyable. I must be mad. Maybe I should take this one-and-a-half year of opportunity to seriously think about my future, though not even a bit of it is in sight.

It's official: I'm in the navy.

No more number 4. No more route march. No more army. It's the hassle-free number 3 from now on. Time used to fold the sleeves of smart 4 can now be used for sleeping.

Speaking of sleeping, that is what I do 75% of the time in camp. Take today for example:

0530 - Wakey wakey (they don't use reveille in the navy but this puerile term)
0545 - Breakfast (by the way, food over at IMOS is good)
0615 - (Supposedly) Area cleaning, but who the hell would do it when it's bookout day?

Therefore...

0615 - Sleep
1100 - Bookout

Cool huh.

Thanks to the schedule, I have finally gained weight. Seems like my two years of national service will resemble a chalet more than anything else.

For those who ended up in SISpec but had wanted a slack vocation, do not be envious. You can laugh at me when you are all fit and muscular while I transform into a full-time pig. Heh.