Sunday Slack

Home cooked dinner is always the best, I must say. Just enjoyed a pleasant meal, lazing around until 2030 (830pm), in which I have to drag my weary feet to Pasir Ris MRT and embark on a 2hr journey to camp.
Unknowingly, the weekend always seem to pass faster than a normal SAF workday. One SAF workday=2 normal weekday. As I am typing this, Alvin Ong must have already begun tutoring a JC1 student. From the conversation that Eddie and I overheard, it seems to me that A.O might have a difficult time.
The @#$*@#$ RSM decided to postpone his parade from last Thursday to tomorrow; which means I have to be on the ball for one more day. Damnit. I wonder if our taxpayer's money can be used more efficiently instead of just conducting area-cleaning, bunk inspection and parades.

I wonder what my future holds for me. Used to make useless grandiose plans. Now I realise my folly; maybe living through one day at a time, a step at the time is better. Regardless. Can do with some help with divine intervention and alignment. Nothing beats being at the right place at the right time. September the 1st. An important date in my organiser. Maybe I can ask Ken Toh for a tip or two next week. Meanwhile, I must remind myself to bring the 2 Eng Wah tickets (costs only $7 each) so that I can watch Pirates with Thng next week.