Feeling Strange

The 2 weeks confinement of NS seemed like a really horrible dream to me, now that I’m back home, feeling comfortable and snuggly.

It’s not all true NS is somewhere you can turn off your brain. Many tactful phrases to think of and secret bitching to carry out. Very exciting is an understatement. Maybe it’s just me, overthinking everything as usual.

Physical-wise, I’m still able to take it. But mentally, it’s killing me man. All the crude words that they speak is a whole new language. And the not being able to sleep in lectures is serisouly making me go crazy. And and and having to tell yourself that you can do it when you know you obviously don’t want to is really irritating. I want to get back into my comfortable, urban, technology-filled life out here in mainland Singapore. RAH!

And oh! I got the window bed. The first bed in fact. I’m my section’s in-charge. Ain’t it cool? My bunk has 12 other people. Most chinese and 2 malays. All are fine people, so I’m happy (for now). (:

Reunion dinner now. Bye.

Pray for me. Miss me. Text me.