Doomed.
In Singapore there's National Service. In short, they put you in the army for 2 and a half years unconditionally - it's compulsary and non-negiotiable. So I got my medical checkup to determine my medical status for National Service. There are different grades, A, B, C, E and F. A means you're fit for all vocations in the army, which means you get a reasonable chance at being a commando or joining the Guards or some really tough stuff. B means you'll fit for most vocations, which gives you a smaller chance for the really tough stuff. C, you're exempted from the tougher stuff - many become clerks and all. E guarantees a 9-5 kind of vocation, with no Basic Military Training at all. F, and you're completely exempted (you'll probably have to have some major-ass disablity to actually qualify).

After the barrage of the blood and urine tests, X-rays, dental check, medical examination, blood pressure check, psychometric test and eye test, I got A. Damn. Almost had it easy when my blood pressure measured high the first few times, but a recheck meant that I was actually found to be rather normal. The ECG seemed less-than-normal, but those were probably normal variants; I'm still graded A. Was dreading the test, afraid of finding out if I have some weird disease or something I didn't know of, but getting grade A is almost as bad.

And what this means is that in the army, I will suffer. Indeed.

I wish those who got classified D (which means pending further review) will eventually get A, so that they'll join my doom. Muahahahha.


- posted by K. C. @ 8:46 pm

 
Barking Mad?
Here I am, on a brand new blog, after the old one died. (My old blog felt like an old car, poorly functioning - the archives didn't work - and having had a jaded design.)

Why do I blog? Cause I feel like it. I feel like writing, to say whatever's on my mind - you can't do that in real life. By a certain age, people simply start being cynical and judgemental, so they hear but never listen. Usually, they protect their self-belief system closely, refusing to open their mind to any ideas, afraid of knowing that they had lived their life while overlooking stuff all these while. It's human nature. How often do the people of my generation read (apart from school prescribed texts) anyway?

You might think I'm mad, you might think I'm barking mad. But that's the fun part isn't it? It's the idea of blogging exactly! Everyone thought that Da Vinci was mad, everyone still thinks that about Van Gogh. We don't blog to show the world our mundane daily activities and thoughts; we blog to share our originality, our feelings and thoughts about stuff - unique thoughts and feelings - that the rest of us do not experience. I don't write about the mundane things we do everyday like taking a shower or walking to the school, I write about my opinions, thoughts and feelings.

So here's my blog, read it if you want to, but if you're thinking that this is a bunch of horsedung, I'm okay with that anyway. I get that a lot.



- posted by K. C. @ 8:23 pm