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What could be worse?

Monday, October 30, 2006 by Kelvin

I received a piece of appalling news while I was busy having fun with DotA.

I would be posted onboard RSS Katong. Pennant number 107. S6KX.

Life sucks. Imma go AWOL. Leave me alone.


Sunday, October 15, 2006 by Kelvin

This entire week is supposed to be harbour practical all the way. Imagine being told that there will be no ship available on the very first day.

I've never been so lucky.

I thought EME and colours were a thing of the past since we won't be staying in anymore, but heck, such disaster just had to happen.


Sunday, October 8, 2006 by Kelvin

3 more weeks and I'll be out of IMOS.

Being the sole JTQT class left in the school, I can't help but look forward to that day. People have been telling me to simply 'stay positive' during on-job-training (OJT), as if there's really nothing else they can say to keep me at peace. But heck, anything to get me out of IMOS, man.

I don't think my life in there will be missed in the future. Sure, there were people whom I could really talk to, but there were also others whom I couldn't stand being with for even a minute, yet I chose to keep those thoughts to myself and pretended we were still on talking terms. Honestly, why shouldn't I be pretentious when they were? They probably thought I knew nothing but arse around, when I'd already detected their hidden agenda a mile away.

Moral of the story? Say what you mean, and mean what you say. It wouldn't be pretty if you ended up being the pawn instead of playing others.