>>>Hey, I realize that I blog once a month, end of the month. Haha, gotta keep you guys updated on me a'lil at least :)
Maybe I'll be 're-chosen' again for National Service. I had volunteered myself with the form asking whether I'm 'duda'/'janda'/'tidak berkahwin'. Borang Sukarelawan. Call me an idiot to take up this challenge that I should spend my time on studying in college. But this opportunity to go camping on national level is too hard to resist. To hear most of them (my friends living in KL & Klang Valley) got to go the East of Malaysia is exciting.
I was afraid to tell my family, thinking they will go into a rage & kick me out of the house, especially my grandparents. Added that my classmates tried to discourage me by saying of my sensitive skin health issues. I'd signed it anyway in front of them & went home hiding, asking my dad 'blind' signature (psst: he never care to know what he signed for his children).
Whereas, mum said, "Ok, I let you go. I let you have a holiday. 3 months break." She just got on her one of her breaks (and more to come!) & can see that I need a break from my family also. Sounds dysfunctional, doesn't it? Nah, my family isn't so bad compare to many of my friends’ family. I have a happy family. I shall be content. Be content that it's like from a family sitcom. Not too bad...
Furthermore, NS, I want to try it out after hearing all kinds of stories from it. Of course, I see those who cringe & hated that they get chosen. Lucky for them & my luck goes out to them. Also, I want to wear that Limkokwing design uniform. I want to know what it like is to be in the 'army', shooting from M-16 and all that. It’s like the ultimate camp on national ground level. I love camp. I always love camping. The only side-effect is coming home burn black.
psst: If you don't want me to go, try praying to God (like grandma did). It's the casualties, right? Anyway, I had written in my medical history: excema and allergic to dust, sun & stress. They don't want sick kids. At least, I tried...
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