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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.