Reservist Sibei Shiong

Hey guys.

I know I haven't updated anything in months despite my plans to resurrect this blog... I was just really busy the whole semester, no time to do any self reflection. Between all the projects that I needed to "Carry", and my FYP which suffered because of the aforementioned projects, I was pretty much doing everything for every project. So much for "teamwork".

After that, I immediately went back for a high-key ICT reservist. Like literally the day after my last paper. Fucked up right? I blame the fucking CO. So scheming and cunning they are, to try to catch us immediately. Either that or they are complete ignorant fools. Coz I got 1 friend who had an exam on the day of the callup. So he gotta defer, which means he has to make up for it some time down the road... I could go into a long rant about my complaints about NS, the cons and fallacies of it, but I'm not in that mood today.

The one thing that I DO enjoy about reservist, are the people. The program and training makes you feel like shit, but the friendly and familiar faces make it just a tad more bearable. At least, you have old friends to talk to and catch up with. It's interesting to find out what people have been up to, how their lives have changed, etc. There's a whole big world outside the walls of NS, there is the important 'people factor'. Something SAF or heck even the government, just doesn't recognize yet. It's not just about sticks and carrots, people need more than that. I digress.

So anyway, high-key reservist damn shiong lor. Go outfield for 4 days 3 nights. Longest one I have done since my BMT days. Walan eh, like some recruit again. The thing that I loathe the most about outfield training, above all else, is the lack of hygiene. Basically, 3 nights means you don't get to bathe for 3 nights. The whole place will become a smelly fuckfest. Sure, you get 1 set of uniform to change, and spamming baby powder makes it feel better. But I really cannot tolerate just not bathing for days on end. I'm somewhat of a clean-freak. This alone, dropped my morale through the floor. Otherwise, I'm alright with all the tough training. JUST LET ME BATHE!

But like I said, the people makes things interesting. I shall not mention names, but some people really changed a lot. Mister grumpy grouch now has a girlfriend, albeit a really expensive maintenance one. Haha. I can't imagine, that even he can find a not bad one. I guess accounting course has a lot more than computing anyways. But good for him, it does make him a slightly better person, a little more mature than last time I feel. One of my sergeants is working in operations for JP Morgan, basically he tanks everything and is somewhat an excel expert. He is quite knowledgeable, geeky, and has a lot to share. Nice guy.

Then there is mister popular and social pastor. Rich kid drives a Lexus to camp, stays out for the night. I still don't like him all that much, but there is a lot to learn from his mannerisms. Very strategically social, and politically correct all the time. He just seems to always do the right thing at the right time so that people find him important. I guess that's part of his job. Not much has changed, just that he is a little less try-hard. I still have lots to learn from him. Such political and social manipulative skills are a deadly weapon.

Lastly, there is a my good friend mister marketeer. He basically just quit his job before coming to reservist. Like a boss. He says he wants to go travelling with his girlfriend to parts of asia and europe. To get some inspiration and find his calling in life. He wants to start something, do some business, but doesn't know what to do yet. Much like me. Oh, and did I mention, they even applied for BTO flat already! Same as the sergeant and his girlfriend. Like WTF?! He say student apply got big discounts. Good for them.

But wow, so many of my friends are already in relationships and some have already applied for homes. That's just crazy mind-blowing to me. Time is ticking fast man. WHAT THE FUCK am I doing with my life. 25 years old, never had a serious relationship, neither successful nor rich, not many friends, and don't go out much. A complete recipe for disaster. This is bad. I better go think of what I want to do in life. Otherwise, I'll just end up as some failure somewhere down the road, moping in my own tears...

I actually didn't mean to write about my reservist stuff for this post, but it just came to mind. And there is so much to say about reservist that it crowded out the true purpose of this post. So, I shall split it up and talk about the rest in the next blog post. But I guess, it has something to do with the previous paragraph, so it's somewhat a continuation. But not really.