I'm terrible at keeping journals.
Every time i feel like writing, i'll end up not doing it because of laziness, because of fatigue, because there is nothing to write about. Funny, because when i was in secondary school i used to blog pretty often.
Anyway, life has been pretty good. NS is really boring as usual, but spending time in camp is less difficult now that i know most of the camp personnel. It's true what they say, you meet a lot of people from all walks of life during your national service days. I've talked to people about gang life, sketchy pasts, uni applications and quantum physics. I'm learning the game, how to survive in camp. It makes me wonder, too. Is the outside world really like that? Because if it is, i can see how easy it is for people to lose sight of themselves. I can see how all the cynicism sets in, and why it sets it.
A friend of mine told me that i've changed since I've went back to NS. I've become a lot quieter, and sometimes, quite nasty when i want to be. It worries me. I don't like being nasty. I shouldn't be. It's something i've learnt to do to survive.
I've also caught myself feeling pleased that someone else got my revenge for me on something. I hope, by the end of my NS, all this stays locked away.
On a brighter note, Arsenal have been winning! Theo is scoring, Bendtner is scoring, Nasri is scoring, Chamakh is scoring. Long may this continue.
There was a problem with my car battery's alternator yesterday. Had to rush down to get it fixed (can you imagine my car breaking down on the PIE at Boon Lay?). So, i'm car-less for a couple of days. It's been a long time since i've had to take public transportation.
I'm going to clear my leave in the last two weeks of december. I really want to go on a holiday, ideally to Japan. A break would be nice.
On October 8th, i passed the one year mark. I have 9 months left till i finish NS, can't wait for it to be over. There's so much I want to do and one can't help but feel that there's not enough time to do it all.
I'd like to go to the top of the MBS, for one. The pool looks lovely and the view is wonderful. I'd like to sit there and read.
I'd like to drive a ferrari, even though i've already been a passenger in one.
I want to just enjoy every moment.
Hah. So many things.
All in due time.