Oh wow. So now I got myself into a stay out course for about a month. This course is something which is considered sacred and divine because most people around this age would be quite desperate to get what they call this piece of certificate which allows you to sit in a machine that goes zoom and effectively teleports you anywhere you want.
Stay out jeep course. That's what they call it.
Sounds like the perfect dream. In 1 month, I'll get military class 3 license which allows me to drive jeep, rovers (and we'll probably learn that we should not drive when someone is checking the wheels beneath or something). That is not a civilian license and I'll still have to take the test outside but I guess I'll save all my money and time on driving lessons because jeeps and cars are effectively the same thing.
Perfection. But No! the camp is at kaki bukit which is about an hour's drive away from where I stay. I have to go home everyday, which is such a chore and training is 5.5 day week. I'll have to go on Saturday and that sucks.
But still, driving is nice. I get a feeling if SAF never forced me to go, I would never ever bother to get my lazy arse off my computer chair and get enrolled in something.
Hopefully by the end of the year you peeps see me driving around. (no, not in bicycle). but anyway. I'm totally fatigued.
It's so tiring going into office, sit there and stone for an hour or so until they make you pick up leaves and clean windows. For afternoon activities, we sweep the floor across an abandoned road by the river so that people who come running can enjoy fresh air and nice scenery which was artificially beautified by intensive and extensive man labor. But it's nice calling it for the day at evening, then having the whole night to rest-yes, thats nice.
Meaningless life. But somehow, meaningful lives, somehow involve some form of suffering. So maybe there is actually some meaning in being meaningless.
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