Sorry I smudged my NRIC but I'm a private person. I'd rather not have internet stalkers to add to my list of things gone wrong.
Translation: Congratulations, you've been drafted to enter the National Service for 2009
Yes, the non-BM speaking, soon to be doomed Sam has been selected for NS. I already wear my hair buzz, albeit artistic lines, but it doesn't undermine the fact that I'VE BEEN BLOODY SELECTED.
Yes, I'm upset.
No, I don't want to go.
Yes, I will go.
Life just threw me a curve ball, but I'll take it anyway. If parkour has taught me anything, it's to face and overcome obstacles. I prayed like heck that I wouldn't get selected, but I did. So I'll safely assume that it's God's will for me to go.
Please pray that I'll get put into a good camp.
P.S.
I don't feel friggin congratulated in ANY way whatsoever. What the heck is there to congratulate me for?!
P.P.S
Please pray that I'll be more positive about this.
It's going to be one heck of an obstacle. NS is death.
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