I am going to be an OFFICER CADET.
My heart was thumping very very hard when the computer was loading. God, why! Never actually felt the posting mattered until 30 seconds before the results appeared.
What a relief, a joke, a disappointment all at the same time. Relief, that hey, this is something I wanted and I got it, by coincidence or design! Disappointment, that hey, I'm going to be away for 3 WEEKS one shot, and somewhere in the course, a 21-day field camp, which is going to haunt me like a sick bastard with what we call heat rash. It's a joke because I imagine myself on the battlefield, with a sharp spear, donning a headdress, with a huge flag behind that reads SHENG ("victory" in chinese), running with mettle, spouting warcries, in all that smoke and ruckus. I will be dashing right into my enemy, and bang, alas, an M16 has shot me down. All that training in NS gone to waste, as my men charge forward and stomp on my unbattered body.
It's amusing, seeing everybody all moan and groan about their postings. We all said we wanted to get into slack units, but it seems like everybody in the leadership batch is fated to go into xiong vocations, even if it's just an operator or combat medic. I like to partake in these grouchy sessions where we simply lie lazily one afternoon and just grumble for nothing, sigh for nothing, and eat things we want to because we wil not get a chance quite soon. It's less stressful this way and at least everyone's going through the same journey.
Haha, my grandmother, known to be hard-mouthed and extremely repulsed by the idea of the family driving up to Yishun to visit her, most strangely rang us up to propose a dinner at Sembawang. NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE. She wore her new clothes, the specs that she likes to wear on special occasions, with a slight smile on her face. Just looking at her face - the gnarled hands, the flesh at the edges of her mouth that droops like a hounddog, the wrinkled skin, the toothless grin, just listening to her old stories about how neighbours like to pluck her flowers, and how she was given a fridge this morning, just makes you look at life from another perspective. My auntie held her hand, like I held Tabithan's hand. She has a gaping mouth, so do I.
Sarah Jessica Parker is my new-found idol. In the sense that she has this mature uptightness and somehow at the same time, this youthful wildness that I find ESPECIALLY attractive. Those eyes, that jaw, MAN, how can someone look so beautiful. That jaw especially.
My heart was thumping very very hard when the computer was loading. God, why! Never actually felt the posting mattered until 30 seconds before the results appeared.
What a relief, a joke, a disappointment all at the same time. Relief, that hey, this is something I wanted and I got it, by coincidence or design! Disappointment, that hey, I'm going to be away for 3 WEEKS one shot, and somewhere in the course, a 21-day field camp, which is going to haunt me like a sick bastard with what we call heat rash. It's a joke because I imagine myself on the battlefield, with a sharp spear, donning a headdress, with a huge flag behind that reads SHENG ("victory" in chinese), running with mettle, spouting warcries, in all that smoke and ruckus. I will be dashing right into my enemy, and bang, alas, an M16 has shot me down. All that training in NS gone to waste, as my men charge forward and stomp on my unbattered body.
It's amusing, seeing everybody all moan and groan about their postings. We all said we wanted to get into slack units, but it seems like everybody in the leadership batch is fated to go into xiong vocations, even if it's just an operator or combat medic. I like to partake in these grouchy sessions where we simply lie lazily one afternoon and just grumble for nothing, sigh for nothing, and eat things we want to because we wil not get a chance quite soon. It's less stressful this way and at least everyone's going through the same journey.
Haha, my grandmother, known to be hard-mouthed and extremely repulsed by the idea of the family driving up to Yishun to visit her, most strangely rang us up to propose a dinner at Sembawang. NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE. She wore her new clothes, the specs that she likes to wear on special occasions, with a slight smile on her face. Just looking at her face - the gnarled hands, the flesh at the edges of her mouth that droops like a hounddog, the wrinkled skin, the toothless grin, just listening to her old stories about how neighbours like to pluck her flowers, and how she was given a fridge this morning, just makes you look at life from another perspective. My auntie held her hand, like I held Tabithan's hand. She has a gaping mouth, so do I.
Sarah Jessica Parker is my new-found idol. In the sense that she has this mature uptightness and somehow at the same time, this youthful wildness that I find ESPECIALLY attractive. Those eyes, that jaw, MAN, how can someone look so beautiful. That jaw especially.