Spent the night with my secondary school friend again. It's become quite the routine for each weekend i book out. Chill out till roughly 3am and then we go home and we're all knocked out. In retrospect...i think i should've gone to Tekong to do my BMT. Apparently i'm prime OCS candidate material. All you need is a good GPA...good as in above 2.8. At least that's what Doll's SISPEC sergeant told him. In the NDU, it is very much do or die. You either go all the way through and get your dive badge or you get out of course and end up as a sea soldier or clerk. It's a tough route. Seriously, why do i always seem to end up doing things the hard way... Always ending up on the hardest route to learning life's lessons. Sometimes i wonder if it's because i make poor choices.
Three weeks into NS and i'm still pretty much enjoying myself. A vague jaded feeling popped out from somewhere this weekend. I've sort of put it down to my doctor's having recently cleared me to go ahead with the upper limb physical activities. For some reason i am feeling worried and anxious, afraid that i may injure my wrist again even though this is what i'd hoped would happen for quite some time. It isn't easy trying to remain positive about it either, but i think it is entirely necessarily that i remain confident and at the same time wary, so that i come through this all unscathed. I am determined as hell to go all the way, so i must in no way jeopardise my health by being reckless. Tough...really it is.
Sadly i've not had as much free time as i'd like in NS. No real opportunity to think about the future and what it may offer in terms of furthering my education. I seem to be in a fix. I wonder if there are other science diploma holders in my company...from the looks of things, i seem to be the only one. Difficult to find somebody who understands our predicament. I guess once the opportunity arrives, i'll have to dig out my old poly contacts and ask them how they're faring after their university education. That however won't be for a long time more. I broke my alarm clock last week. Stupid. I jolted awake in the middle of the night fearing that it was wakee wakee time and accidentally swept my alarm clock onto the floor off the upper deck where i sleep. The hands of the clock stopped moving after that.
