Semblance of Sanity

Trying to maintain whatever semblance of sanity I have in the camp. It's pure mental anguish to endure 7 hrs with my instructor every week. Thankfully, I have my previous signal platoon with me, if not I would have probably gone mad days ago.

I dare say if I place a flower pot with me for driving, the flower would wilt by the next day. Have to grit my teeth which almost bit through my tongue every lesson; the stupid organisation makes it that we, the lowest lifeform in Singapore, cannot argue back but reply meekly, "yes...yes sir..."

No. 1 Rule: If you sense that you are about to be screwed by your boss/teacher/instructor/senior NEVER ever reveal that you are from RJ. Always say some other JC, like you are from XCJC or ZJC. So that all you will hear is, "Wah...you from blah blah JC oso like that ah". I only have this blog to vent my frustrations, so if you find it too naggy, im sorry. Bottled up feelings may lead me to be a psychopath one day.

Every night, after this intense period of anger and fear, I would probably think about the past which is futile but I still do anyway. Sometimes, I wonder what would happen if I had listened to Raymond and not given the rose to the Desert Rose.Both the Desert Rose and Hotseat seem to be illusions to me now; ethereal beauty I must sadly say.

SMS: Dad and Mom:"How r u doing? everything fine?"
"Im ok. dun worry." which is a blatant lie, but I don't want them to worry unnecessary. I resolved to get through it and emerged stronger. I would never want to touch foot at the accursed place ever again after these 5 weeks. On to happier stuffs.