seriously, 5 days work week sucks and it sucks big time. being at the lowest hierachy, we are relegated to the task of guard duties. and somehow although it's supposed to be a volunteered task which isnt part of our vocation, there are bound to be unplesantries in the course of our duty. like having other NSFs who think that their rank bestows upon them a greater status of existence and hence their blatant misuse of their powers. but oh wells, i could flaunt my army lingo but basically it all sums up to one phrase - suck it up!
and a peep at ns.sg, to my revelation =)):
| Your estimated Service Balance is 152*. Your projected ORD date is 08-Dec-2007*. This record is updated on 09-Jul-2007. |
so liberation is approaching after all. it wouldnt be soon before i yell 'ORD LOH' as i walk out of the shit hole.
dating backk... on friday the 13th, i was doing guard duty at my camp. i witnessed a vehicle colliding onto a dog just outside my camp gate, just right in front of my eyes. although i dont have any pets, i really felt for this little dog. you see, this dog happens to be related to another in my camp but it was just outside my camp and barking to its mate inside. albeit irritating at times, my heart somehow softened in a melancholic manner when i observed the wistful look in its eyes. i opened the gate in a bid to let him in but it just didnt budge. after the accident, i quickly got the spca number from laine mei and was directed to a 1800 hotline - most prob an organisation that handles such cases.
i waited an hour and a half for them to come to my damned camp (they promised to come by half hour) although it was supposed to be my rest time. then the dog got ran over yet another time. this time i witnessed the final struggle of the little dog. he flinched a little and his limbs shuddered for a few times before it finally laid down on the side of the road motionless. a pool of dark red blood was visible on the middle of the road even from someone inside the camp and it trailed all the way to the carcass.
and they eventually called me to tell me the dog has been cleared at around 9am the following day, i thanked them. and like what i msged laine mei, i dont know what to say, how to react or how should i feel.
maybe... i've been left feeling so vulnerable and jaded, from realising the sheer fragility of life.
