Don’t work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone.

Came across this sometime ago on one of the fore-mentioned blogs. Think everyone should read it.

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Written by Adrian Tan, author of The Teenage Textbook (1988), was the guest-of-honour at a recent NTU convocation ceremony.

This was his speech to the graduating class of 2008.
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I must say thank you to the faculty and staff of the Wee Kim Wee School of Communication and Information for inviting me to give your convocation address. It’s a wonderful honour and a privilege for me to speak here for ten minutes without fear of contradiction, defamation or retaliation. I say this as a Singaporean and more so as a husband.

My wife is a wonderful person and perfect in every way except one. She is the editor of a magazine. She corrects people for a living. She has honed her expert skills over a quarter of a century, mostly by practising at home during conversations between her and me.

On the other hand, I am a litigator. Essentially, I spend my day telling people how wrong they are. I make my living being disagreeable.

Nevertheless, there is perfect harmony in our matrimonial home. That is because when an editor and a litigator have an argument, the one who triumphs is always the wife.

And so I want to start by giving one piece of advice to the men: when you’ve already won her heart, you don’t need to win every argument.

Marriage is considered one milestone of life. Some of you may already be married. Some of you may never be married. Some of you will be married. Some of you will enjoy the experience so much, you will be married many, many times. Good for you.

The next big milestone in your life is today: your graduation. The end of education. You’re done learning.

You’ve probably been told the big lie that “Learning is a lifelong process” and that therefore you will continue studying and taking masters’ degrees and doctorates and professorships and so on. You know the sort of people who tell you that? Teachers. Don’t you think there is some measure of conflict of interest? They are in the business of learning, after all. Where would they be without you? They need you to be repeat customers.

The good news is that they’re wrong.

The bad news is that you don’t need further education because your entire life is over. It is gone. That may come as a shock to some of you. You’re in your teens or early twenties. People may tell you that you will live to be 70, 80, 90 years old. That is your life expectancy.

I love that term: life expectancy. We all understand the term to mean the average life span of a group of people. But I’m here to talk about a bigger idea, which is what you expect from your life.

You may be very happy to know that Singapore is currently ranked as the country with the third highest life expectancy. We are behind Andorra and Japan, and tied with San Marino. It seems quite clear why people in those countries, and ours, live so long. We share one thing in common: our football teams are all hopeless. There’s very little danger of any of our citizens having their pulses raised by watching us play in the World Cup. Spectators are more likely to be lulled into a gentle and restful nap.

Singaporeans have a life expectancy of 81.8 years. Singapore men live to an average of 79.21 years, while Singapore women live more than five years longer, probably to take into account the additional time they need to spend in the bathroom.

So here you are, in your twenties, thinking that you’ll have another 40 years to go. Four decades in which to live long and prosper.

Bad news. Read the papers. There are people dropping dead when they’re 50, 40, 30 years old. Or quite possibly just after finishing their convocation. They would be very disappointed that they didn’t meet their life expectancy.

I’m here to tell you this. Forget about your life expectancy.

After all, it’s calculated based on an average. And you never, ever want to expect being average.

Revisit those expectations. You might be looking forward to working, falling in love, marrying, raising a family. You are told that, as graduates, you should expect to find a job paying so much, where your hours are so much, where your responsibilities are so much.

That is what is expected of you. And if you live up to it, it will be an awful waste.

If you expect that, you will be limiting yourself. You will be living your life according to boundaries set by average people. I have nothing against average people. But no one should aspire to be them. And you don’t need years of education by the best minds in Singapore to prepare you to be average.





What you should prepare for is mess. Life’s a mess. You are not entitled to expect anything from it. Life is not fair. Everything does not balance out in the end. Life happens, and you have no control over it. Good and bad things happen to you day by day, hour by hour, moment by moment. Your degree is a poor armour against fate.

Don’t expect anything. Erase all life expectancies. Just live. Your life is over as of today. At this point in time, you have grown as tall as you will ever be, you are physically the fittest you will ever be in your entire life and you are probably looking the best that you will ever look. This is as good as it gets. It is all downhill from here. Or up. No one knows.

What does this mean for you? It is good that your life is over.

Since your life is over, you are free. Let me tell you the many wonderful things that you can do when you are free.





The most important is this: do not work.

Work is anything that you are compelled to do. By its very nature, it is undesirable.

Work kills. The Japanese have a term “Karoshi”, which means death from overwork. That’s the most dramatic form of how work can kill. But it can also kill you in more subtle ways. If you work, then day by day, bit by bit, your soul is chipped away, disintegrating until there’s nothing left. A rock has been ground into sand and dust.

There’s a common misconception that work is necessary. You will meet people working at miserable jobs. They tell you they are “making a living”. No, they’re not. They’re dying, frittering away their fast-extinguishing lives doing things which are, at best, meaningless and, at worst, harmful.

People will tell you that work ennobles you, that work lends you a certain dignity. Work makes you free. The slogan “Arbeit macht frei” was placed at the entrances to a number of Nazi concentration camps. Utter nonsense.

Do not waste the vast majority of your life doing something you hate so that you can spend the small remainder sliver of your life in modest comfort. You may never reach that end anyway.

Resist the temptation to get a job. Instead, play. Find something you enjoy doing. Do it. Over and over again. You will become good at it for two reasons: you like it, and you do it often. Soon, that will have value in itself.

I like arguing, and I love language. So, I became a litigator. I enjoy it and I would do it for free. If I didn’t do that, I would’ve been in some other type of work that still involved writing fiction – probably a sports journalist.

So what should you do? You will find your own niche. I don’t imagine you will need to look very hard. By this time in your life, you will have a very good idea of what you will want to do. In fact, I’ll go further and say the ideal situation would be that you will not be able to stop yourself pursuing your passions. By this time you should know what your obsessions are. If you enjoy showing off your knowledge and feeling superior, you might become a teacher.

Find that pursuit that will energise you, consume you, become an obsession. Each day, you must rise with a restless enthusiasm. If you don’t, you are working.

Most of you will end up in activities which involve communication. To those of you I have a second message: be wary of the truth. I’m not asking you to speak it, or write it, for there are times when it is dangerous or impossible to do those things. The truth has a great capacity to offend and injure, and you will find that the closer you are to someone, the more care you must take to disguise or even conceal the truth. Often, there is great virtue in being evasive, or equivocating. There is also great skill. Any child can blurt out the truth, without thought to the consequences. It takes great maturity to appreciate the value of silence.

In order to be wary of the truth, you must first know it. That requires great frankness to yourself. Never fool the person in the mirror.





I have told you that your life is over, that you should not work, and that you should avoid telling the truth. I now say this to you: be hated.

It’s not as easy as it sounds. Do you know anyone who hates you? Yet every great figure who has contributed to the human race has been hated, not just by one person, but often by a great many. That hatred is so strong it has caused those great figures to be shunned, abused, murdered and in one famous instance, nailed to a cross.

One does not have to be evil to be hated. In fact, it’s often the case that one is hated precisely because one is trying to do right by one’s own convictions. It is far too easy to be liked, one merely has to be accommodating and hold no strong convictions. Then one will gravitate towards the centre and settle into the average. That cannot be your role. There are a great many bad people in the world, and if you are not offending them, you must be bad yourself. Popularity is a sure sign that you are doing something wrong.





The other side of the coin is this: fall in love.

I didn’t say “be loved”. That requires too much compromise. If one changes one’s looks, personality and values, one can be loved by anyone.

Rather, I exhort you to love another human being. It may seem odd for me to tell you this. You may expect it to happen naturally, without deliberation. That is false. Modern society is anti-love. We’ve taken a microscope to everyone to bring out their flaws and shortcomings. It far easier to find a reason not to love someone, than otherwise. Rejection requires only one reason. Love requires complete acceptance. It is hard work – the only kind of work that I find palatable.

Loving someone has great benefits. There is admiration, learning, attraction and something which, for the want of a better word, we call happiness. In loving someone, we become inspired to better ourselves in every way. We learn the truth worthlessness of material things. We celebrate being human. Loving is good for the soul.

Loving someone is therefore very important, and it is also important to choose the right person. Despite popular culture, love doesn’t happen by chance, at first sight, across a crowded dance floor. It grows slowly, sinking roots first before branching and blossoming. It is not a silly weed, but a mighty tree that weathers every storm.
You will find, that when you have someone to love, that the face is less important than the brain, and the body is less important than the heart.

You will also find that it is no great tragedy if your love is not reciprocated. You are not doing it to be loved back. Its value is to inspire you.

Finally, you will find that there is no half-measure when it comes to loving someone. You either don’t, or you do with every cell in your body, completely and utterly, without reservation or apology. It consumes you, and you are reborn, all the better for it.


Don’t work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone.

Basic Blogging School.

Day 27 in wallaby.

After reading many inspiring blogs, i figured i should finally, for real, get back into the groove of blogging.

After many rounds of blog hopping, i realised that a good or popular blog survives for one of the b/m reasons:

1. It contains lotsa pictures.

They say a picture paints a thousand words. So i guess it really saves on the typing while at the same time painting a very pictorial representation of your experiences. Nothing expresses a great morning than a picture of a beautiful sunrise. i.e. V0n's

2. It is rich in literature.

My personal favourite. And im not saying a extremely wordy blogger. In fact less is more. i marvel at people's ability to use little words to express much. I'd say my command of english is not too bad, but reading some of these blogs makes me feel depressed and inspired.

Depressed because i regret not paying more attention to reading and writing skills from younger days. Thankfully enough for the plethora of reports i used to have to muster during conscription, i still maintain in contact with the language.

Inspired because i resolved that i will never be able to write like them. Language proficiency comes from a lifetime of practice and sharpening. Its a culture, a lifestyle. Its the people your converse with, the family you are brought up in. Evidently, being of neighbourhood upbringing, my command of the language is not spectacular. Back at home, mummy speaks mandarin and daddy speaks english, so it has made me rather bilingual. Though i absolutely hate the written form of the chinese language, i'm glad i'm still able to converse proficiently in mandarin. Nevertheless, the sheer vocabulary available to the above-mentioned bloggers astound me. Time to cultivate a lifestyle of reading.

One example is Stef Sun's.

3. It is absolutely interesting and insightful

Its amazing how they can turn daily family/mundane events into a post so enriching, you wished you were them. With the help of skillfully taken photographs and carefully chosen (albeit simple) words, they just seem to brighten your day. Life doesn't seem so bad after all. Case in mention: Edmund's

4. It is absolutely thrashy.

Ironic as it seems, the more thrashy a blog, the more you'd like to visit just to revel in mockery. Not much needs to be said. Seeing is Believing.

A reasonable (re)opening post for my blog? I shall commit myself to keep this place alive. At least 1 post/week maybe? It's a good avenue for me to express all my pent-up energy that i can't put in 150 characters. It'd serve as a good reminder of my juvenile thinking process in time to come. At the same time i promise not to plague my blog with poorly mustered language nor mindless reports of daily activities.

Wallaby up in next post.

Got a good blog to recommend? Leave a comment!

From A Faraway Land.

Have too much to say, but twitter only allows me 120 characters. That's when i suddenly remember i own a blog.

My first post from a foreign land. Feels strangely familiar to be back here for the 3rd time. It's sop different to be in the shoes of a trainee vs a Officer. The flight here on business class (benefits of command) was great. Impressive leg room, luxurious seats and a very confortable blanket. Unfortunately comfort was short-lived; within 2 hours i was in Don Muaeng.

Arrived on Friday morning and immediately got to work. Spent the entire weekend recceing the place. Thats an average of 2 rounds around Singapore daily - its huge here. We took the opportunity to exploit the cheap local food and produce. As this place is rural, all shops are roadside; a plate of noodle costs approx $1.20 SGD and a watermelon costs 50cents. Im not even gonna go into the price oif ciggarette and beer.

Our hosts here are extremely hospitable. they are familiar with our training needs and accomodate to us. Communication is a problem though. Other than "turn left, turn rigbt, go straight and where is the toilet", i knew next to NO thai. However, i picked up some key words with the help of a handy guidebook and i can now count from 1 - 99. This helps me to fluently respond when asked of my age. The rank structure here is very different from that of our country's. Im probably the youngest thing around. My Thai driver is 52 (My dad's age) and my liason is 42. Yet they humbly accord me the respect that my rank entails. This forces me to think like a commander, not a teenager. Well, part and parcel of leadership and command.

The weather, however, is much less hospitable. I wake up to a sweat-soaked bedsheet every morning. 1 would sweat even on the way back from a shower. This is despite the daily afternoon showers, which only contributes to the humidity, and not the tem perature. Nevertheless, it did not stop me from climbing eagle hill 6 times this week. i feel fitter already.

1 week down, 11 days to go. Missing the church very much. Its regrettable that im not able to be physically around to stand with the church through trying times. Having full faith in the church and her leadership, looking forward to return to good news. Standing in the gap spiritually from xxxx miles away.

Im proud to wear green, but can't wait for it to be over.

Ending my 50baht/h internet session now. Hope to blog again soon.

THIS IS YOUR SAVIOR – City Harvest Church

(Verse 1)
They shouted “crucify”
As He stumbled on road
Weight of the world, all the pain
The cross became His Load

(Verse 2)
They shouted “crucify”
As he climbed the lonely hill
Bearing the shame and the mocking crowd
While heaven and earth stood stil

(Verse 3)
They put a crown of thorns Upon His bleeding head
Whipped Him as He struggled on
He uttered not a word

(Pre-Chorus)
He was innocent, yet accused and blamed
Sent to save a fallen world, to bear all our shame

(Chorus)
This is your Savior
Pure Love of Heaven
Sent to Die on Calvary, to bear the sins of all
Rejected, cursed to die, Love silently Endured
His blood poured out an offering
At the foot of the Cross

(Bridge)
For the brokenhearted
For the poor, the weak
For the blind and searching
He shed His Blood for you and me

Piracy

Why Piracy thrives:

Attend C.

Took me real long to pluck up the courage to come back here again. Desperately trying to think up something interesting to write about, but there really almost is none.

 

Today’s the last day of my ridiculously long 7 day MC. I feel like i’ve ripped the army off to take a nice break for myself. 7 days is pretty substantial considering that most block leaves don’t last more than 14 days anyway.

Dang now i feel it. The enormous inertia that is preventing me from getting back to camp. Loads of work and mugging and tests for me to cath backon when i get back. Gonna be a crazy week.

 

The last couple of weeks at Nee Soon has been fun. Combat Engineers offer a wide range of interesting stuff to learn (and mug for). Beats chiong sua-ing hands down. Poor Infantry Cadets will be flying off to Brunei for JCC pretty soon. I hope they all get back in one piece.

The ultimate plus-point for Combat Engineers is the friday bookouts. Of course, a little compensation required by doing e-learning on saturday mornings. IMO, a small price to pay for the added freedom. But all in all, the extensive mugging required, weekday or weekend, can be quite taxing. On some days, lectures can start at 8 and end at 6. We mostly all get slain when it comes to tests. Hah yes, welcome to the Army.

3G Army, 2G soldiers, 1G equipment. Thus is the current state of the transformation. Not too bad a time to be serving NS I would say, but I sure hope 1G will be a thing of the past soon.

 

SOT graduation this Sunday. Really proud of all them students. While I led a relatively carefree life, they took on the challenge of a not-so-relaxed school term. Kudos to them for having endured all the way – of course not forgetting the chao recruit who fought hard, although in the end he was forced to withdraw.

Shux. Sunday got Army half. Basket. I really pray I can make it in time for grad service.

Goodbye Foxtrot, Goodbye SAFTI.

People say this blog stale already! No choice ah. Army computer cannot use to blog. Later kena caught by MSD den good game already!

Well finally reached the end of a 14-week ordeal. Service Term ended with a overnight route march. And as usual all OCS ceremonies like to have abstract inklings to it. This time round we were brought up to the highest point in Western Singapore, overlooking the industrial area. There, in the blizzing morning freeze, we were presented with our postings and our senior bar.

So I've been posted to Combat Engineers! Not my first choice posting, but its great anyway cause Engineer Training Institute is at Nee Soon camp, which is 15 mins away from home! This is in comparison to SAFTI, which is 80 mins away by train!. Ain't no coincidence baby! How else can life get better?

So anyway, in the midst of being desperate for sleep, we were told to pack immediately for Brunei; and we're flying in 4 days. What a surprise farewell gift. It was almost mission impossible to squeeze all those items into the luggage, but we did it (after many ardous hours of hard work). Off it goes to cargo complex!

Well the last day at Foxtrot was not easy. Bidding goodbye to a home of 14 weeks brought back many memories of the undulating journey i took to get here. Saying farewell to the Infantry stayers was harder than i thought it would be. In the end, we sang the OCS song for the last time as we marched away from wingline, leaving people like Elton, Jun Hao, Glenn, Thommy, Yi Rui and Hassan. Emotional sia...

Life in CE better be good... Im not in the least prepared to fly to Bruinei on such short notice. But oh well, this is the army... Suck thumb and do only...

So im out for the rest of the week in prep for brunei. Signals crash course at Stagmont tmr. In the meantime, on a rare wednesday night out, let me entertain you guys with a video of a dance that is sweeping asia by storm.

Warning: Catchy tunes and addictive dance moves. Viewer descretion advised.

God's Chisel.

What an awesome video. Its worth ur time!

 

A Price to Pay.

price

–noun
the sum or amount of money or its equivalent for which anything is bought, sold, or offered for sale.

free⋅dom

–noun
the state of being free or at liberty rather than in confinement or under physical restraint: He won his freedom after a retrial.

They say there's a price to pay for everything. How true. But undoubtedly there are some things that are simply priceless.

What is the value of freedom? Money can save you time, but time lost cannot be bought back.

Then again, the value of something depends on how much of it you already have. Freedom is a entitlement to many, but a privilege for others.

And what if someone else paid the price of your freedom for you? Surely that price He paid was is priceless.

 

sorry if u dun understand nuts bout what im saying. Just a deeply etched rant after a hectic week.

Here we go again.

Quick thought before book in.

My first trip down to town after ONE MONTH. This is ridiculous. Well nothing much has changed, except that time seemed to be on an accelerometer.

I have 168 hours a week, 36 of them belong to myself. I am paid S$1.30/hour and I am my country's asset. Yeah it pretty much makes sense -> asset = sucky life.

I no longer know where home is. Maybe it is simply where my physical body is. Perhaps the concept of a home doesn't make a difference anymore. I stay at JooKoon and I live in AngMoKio. can't figure? Neither can I.

I'm already counting down to book out. 6 more days and i'll be through, 7 more days and I'll be back again.

Life is full of ironies. It hits you when you least expect it, at a time you least want it. It stirs your mind and disrupts your spirit. It makes fun of you in the most interesting ways.

 

book in lo.

shit-spewing toilet bowls and pee-reflecting urinals.

 

Basically my title sums up my past 3 weeks at the new place. There is something about confinement that makes you stronger, and perhaps numb-er.

Life in the new place is basically like Uni, less the fun and the breaks. Mad rush for lessons, mugging, self study etc. Every now and then u get to go out to 'enjoy' the greenery, then you come back to your hostel-like accomodations and repeat the cycle the next day. Also, I feed mosquitoes full-time and train to be a soldier in between.

 

Allow me to lament that the food here is good, but you have absolutely insufficient time to savour it. Most of the time you finish your food before you even figured out what you were eating.

In anycase, thankfully, I have access to facebook and my phone. However bad the day may get, u can always get back and find out who's commenting on ur emo status, or call someone and complain.

Pardon me for my lack of details, there's this pseudo secrecy such that you don't talk about what your not supposed to be talking about in places where you shouldn't be talking, like this. But like I said, its pseudo.

 

Well Im gonna have to stick through 35 more weeks of this, no two ways about it.

 

 

p.s. The toilet bowl REALLY spewed shit. it was like fondue.

p.p.s. I hope I don't get into trouble for the pictures. It was Family visit day..

sing till the cows come home.

Block leave day 5 of 12 - fatigue

Kboxed for clarence's 21st. Sang till (near) fulfillment. The member package was a good deal. We ended up paying only $14 for 5 hours of singing - a steal I would say.

Well singing (or belching) was in a way a good form of pressure relief. But 2 consecutive days of unfulfilled martell promises is bad. Now I dream Martell.

7 days left of my last 2009 break. I hope I make good use of it.

whowhatwhere

Block leave day 4 of 12 - Half-heartedness.

Been arnd with 3 groups of friends today, but i would say the time we spent sucked. I feel I wasted the day.

Suddenly 23rd doesn't seem to far away after all. i MUST make something out of my longest break in NS.

Everyday I love my phone even more. plusone for my iPhone.

Its strange how its so easy to help someone pick him/herself up but its so hard to practice what you preach.

Its funny how human beings refuse to learn until they have fallen.

Its interesting to see people in love.

Hello world.

Block leave day 2 of 12 - Recovery.

Picking up the pieces from a very messy week. Lots more work awaits to be done but its a good start. See, you gotta choose the right companies and the right activity. Today I learnt that money can't buy happiness.

Trying to reconnect to a world I grew astranger to. It's funny how you once thought it was your world but when you leave and come back, u find yourself hard to fit in. The lingo, the topics, the jokes; I think I need some getting use to.

Sometimes its good to be dissatisfied, but be careful for it not to turn into greed.

POP lo.

Block leave day 1 of 12 - bad day.

Did a survey, damn its darn true.

Your view on yourself:

You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.

The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:

You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.

Your readiness to commit to a relationship:

You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.

The seriousness of your love:

Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.

Your views on education

Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.

The right job for you:

You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.

How do you view success:

You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.

What are you most afraid of:

You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.

Who is your true self:

You like privacy very much because you enjoy spending time with your own thoughts. You like to disappear when you cannot find solutions to your own problems, but you would feel better if you learned to share your thoughts with a person you trust.

http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx

try it and tell me.

Army? What Army?

My first post after what seems like eternity. Sorry to all (if any) who still checks back here. Well, you see, in a week of 7, the army takes 6 and leaves you with half, with the other half wasted on stupid things like getting home from a remote island. So half a day isnt actually alot for you to accomplish alot of things. Blogging will definitely not be a priority. But since A's results are tommorow, i should probably put a record to today before anything changes.

Time spares no man, Im now 4 days to POP. 13 weeks whizzed passed just like that. I lost 3 kgs, some brain cells and a bit of hair, but gained some muscles, made some friends and acquired some social skills.

Accomplished some goals, made some achievements; but the greatest achievement comes in overcoming yourself. When you pushed on though your physical self refuses to budge, when you made the right choices even though its not the choice you want to make, when you fought on though circumstances proved impossible, when u strived on even though you were the last man standing; that's what sets you apart.

I dare say that the amount of military knowledge I acquired is minimal, but the lessons I learnt from communal living and interaction are boundless.

Became more patient and peace-loving, more acceptable of people different from me, and learnt to be humble to the unhumbled. It's no wonder people say BMT is the most memorable part of NS; it is your last chalet. Here's to a greater regimental year ahead.

they say in the army...

so i didn't really slim down, instead, i gained. shux.

army's kinda fun. lotsa admin time, lotsa senseless fun. of cos it really depends on the people who make it happen. With a tweak in the minset, u can either be basking in the glory of pulau tekong resort, or be suffering in the confines of tekong prison.

also army's lotsa training; social training. Where u REALLY meet ppl from different backgrounds and characteristic culture; fellow recruits and trainers alike. You can chose to continue on your path, condemning everyone else who is different from you; or you can learn tolerance, and practice acceptance. I thought i had a large threshold for differences, until my patience was tested.

I guess we all grow in our own ways, but im sure im gaining more than just muscles.

11 December 2008, Thursday

Ok so in the end, I didn't write the suicide note. (duh)

Its 3am and i just finished packing my stuff. Am gonna smuggle some katjes and crackers in =)).

Im slightly excited about the whole army thing, but i know im gonna miss many stuff. Family, church, friends, going online, eating FAT FOOD, and of course, my pink I/C.

Haha yeah people tell me I look patriotic in this picture, with the short hair and all.

so its goodbye pink I/C and hello 11B!

 

I'll be back on probably 24/12 (xmas eve). In the meantime, you can still sms me, i'll just reply at night or something. Here's to a slimmer Chee!

Dear World,

"Dear World,

Im sorry this had to come at a time like this. But there's no way to delay this anymore.

Unfortunately, the society I live in does not allow me to escape the harsh fate of conscription. Thus, i figured that the only way out is such.

Sorry to all those whom I have yet repaid my debts. I will plead God to pour out a little more unto your life when I meet Him in a while.

In the mean time, don't miss me. Im leading a better life up there, and the standard issue white robes here beats the pixellated green hands down.

p.s: please don't bury me at cck as I do not want to be haunted by the frequent gunshots from the nearby firing range.

with love,
Me."

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I'm sure that if I show the officers a written letter like this, it would be able to defer my enlistment for quite abit. But well, you all know I'm not like this. Hahaha... Wait till i show my Mum this; she'll first get a shock, then later decide to really actually kill me.

Oh well im 5 days away. Can't say im esctatic, but i guess its not that bad. Free slimming and body building + actually get paid for it. Beats all that gym membership ;-)

Meanwhile, im enjoying life; sleeping till the sun don't shine and eating like there's no tommorow. This is what life should be like huh?

eleven.

Today, i tried to access litespeed. there were only 2 notices about scholarships and a message from sumone trying to sell her prom ticket(obviously a dumb choice of media). I guess i never really liked litespeed cause it only spells trouble and work.

11 days away till i depart to fulfill the higher calling. time is not enough.

 

Postpone can?