Continued....

Well, so that's a glimpse of how my NS life is going... Oh, and I haven't mentioned about not coming to terms with an almost bald head!!! It's nerve-wrecking! AAARRRGGHH!!! I don't wear a cap when I'm out, cos my parents and sis said i look like an "oorukaaran"! Extremely humiliating, so I decided against wearing a cap for my entire life!

Oh, my parents are on a month-long trip to India. It's a temple trip, to pray for my back's recovery. I mean, I really miss them so much, and to think they're praying just for me... Maybe that's why they're parents yeah... And I had asked them to get me a Sherwani suit for deepavali. I mean, it costs a bomb to get one at Stylemart. Told them to find me a nice one there. Me and my fetish for clothes and footwear! Hahakz! As I'm typing this, I realise I've gotta leave for camp in 2 hours time. And that same sickening feeling starts to creep in... Will catch you guyz again soon... Take care ppl.

I've Finally Updated

Hey ppl! Hahakz! It's been more than 2 months since I last blogged. Hmmz, so where/what do I start with? NS life? Well, nothing much to say, I've been the admin clerk for the past 2 weeks due to my back injury. I've gotta admit that it's mentally straining... Tight deadlines, schedules that always seem to clash & etc. The guyz are gonna POP in 3 weeks. I might have to recourse in Tekong. Gotta mention that my bunk mates are awesome. They're the best anyone can ask for, helpful, caring and that strong feeling of brotherhood. I miz them so much, cos I'm in a different bunk now. I wouldn't term army life as enjoyable/wonderful. I mean, as for me, the only thing I look forward to in NS are my bunk mates. They're the reason why i've pulled through this far...

Here's a poem I wrote a week after enlisting for NS. (During the confinement period):

The countdown had already begun,

On the day of enlistment.

Not a night had passed,

But home was deeply missed.

Soon, family and sleep,

Were to follow suit.

Trainings are a dread,

But utterly intolerable,

Are the irritating idiots

In the platoon.

What otherwise would be

A long wait to book out,

Is now a dread and longing,

Never to be back... :-( (20/06/08)

Hehe! Well, I was extremely depressed the 1st few weeks. Just couldn't forget home, and being in a totally new, uncomfortable environment wasn't really helpful. 4 days later, I wrote another one...

For someone who's sensitive,

Very emotional and soft,

Came an unwelcomed gift,

In the form of National Service.

Too much was the agony to bear.

Too high was the level of stress.

It was no less than,

Being in a turmoil of confusion.

The only source of comfort,

Was hearing mum's voice at night.

It's no wonder that,

At the end of each conversation,

The eyes were never dry...:-( (24/06/08)