The girls are very nice
You ask for Britney Spears
They give you Lao Char Bor
"Go and collect it from the post office arh!"
"What... aiyah never mind one la!"
"What never mind. It's from the government one leh. Deliver to our house then no one at home so you must go and take ok? After that ten days then they will deliver back to the sender."
"Ah nah, ah nah. What the hell is this shit. Must be one of those silly magazine things or notices. How sian. Liddat also must go and collect. Sian lar."
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"You now at home why don't want to take!"
"Okay lar I go take now. I going to swim already. Before swim I go take okay?"
"Yah quickly!"
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I stood at the post office like an idiot in queue and when I reached the counter, the lady told me very politely, and in the process making me feel like a right retard, that the counter for collection was the last one in the row. Making my way to the queue again, I wondered if the good weather would hold up for my long-awaited swim.
I got my letter relatively quickly and the words "On Government Service" and other very telling signs didn't seem very telling at all as I carelessly tore the sides holding the letter together.
"You CPL KHOR YING HENG NRIC are required under Section 14 of the Enlistment Act, Cap 93 to report for service at 07:30 hrs on 8/07/2009 at Seletar Camp for the purpose of ANNUAL ICT..."
I could feel the blood literally drain from my face.
KKNBCCB!!!
I hate complaining. I enjoy swearing but I don't mean it. But this time I couldn't help it. Swear words littered complaints that I lambasted to an imaginery nemesis inside my head.
14 days of my life. 2 weeks worth of tuition (they would never be able to pay me that much!). But 2 weeks of freedom and doing things that I don't want to do and the worst part... the worst part is there'd be some idiots I wish I wouldn't have to see for the rest of my life and I'd have to see them! There! Them! The best part of course is to see them fall from past glory. Slower, fatter, uglier.
Eh what if I miss hall FOC? I, the Chief Pageant Coordinator, am supposed to select and interview people for pageant! I will be hopping mad.
Okay I think I'll be missing school FOC instead. Which will make me bloody mad because I will miss HC.
ARGH!!!
I feel that there's this humungous rain cloud clouding up my heart and this painful reluctance to accept reality. When I was in there, compared to everyone else, I was less affected about not being around, more resigned to fate that it's something that has to be done. Now it's just... painful.
To do it all over again.
