It has been a year since I last wrote my blog. I am currently 10 months into my 2-year NS journey and it is beginning to take a toll on me. Never have I been exposed to such a bureaucratic system where everyone (including the regulars) is there to wait for payday. I can go on rambling about the broken system from my point of view but I shan't as this is my blog, not a SAF complain hotline.
This year, I took the SAT and surprisingly, scored pretty decent(?). Of course, it could not be compared with the scores of my ex-classmates who were leagues ahead of me academically (think 2300s). It was comical that my expectations did not match reality when I took the SAT 2. The subject I studied the hardest did not achieve a perfect score.
In the end, I applied and got into a dream school of mine through early decision. It was a tough decision to choose my ED school and I could not say whether I was pleased with the outcome. It seemed so surreal when I received the acceptance letter that, for a split second, I thought I might stand a chance for Harvard, but who's kidding, my hours of gaming paled in comparison with the achievement of any African kid who survived numerous wars and conquered destiny. LOL
Anyway, my NS career has been a failure from the start. I fractured my ankle the day before POP and being a dumb kid who stubbornly wanted to finish my recruit training, I actually limped with a freaking fractured ankle all the way from East Coast to the floating platform at Marina Bay. What a moron I was at that time, carrying a fieldpack the weight of 3 babies and walking up-hill and down-slope. What did I get in the end? Not even a single pat on my back saying "man, you are the manliest recruit I have ever known". Worst of all, I was designated as a transport operator. It was akin to SAF saying,"Hey private, since you are dumb enough to risk your ankle to finish the POP march, you are dumb enough to be a driver. Also, let's put a combat unfit personal as your sergeant."
Nonetheless, it is time to cut short the rant. Nobody likes a whiny person, including the person himself.
Moving on, I realize I did nothing special for 2015 except keeping my grades in check and applying to college. Maybe organizing New Year Countdown count but it was not special in my heart anymore because I had experience doing it.
With regards to 2016, I just hope I can try out something different like I always do. Maybe I can start by interacting the security guards that I always walk past. Maybe I can take a walk in places where I have never been before. Or maybe, I can try a Bruce Jenner and skip NS with my new sexual identity, JK though. I bet Mindef will request an operation to put back my male organs and force me to serve.
