It had been an arduous month i guess. Life's not exactly smooth sailing to begin with. Fretting over posting order, getting the wrong people in my cabin and getting into a significant number of NS woes. Trouble seems to be finding its way, creeping into me.

Wednesday would be the liberation day i'd look forward to. Get posted out, out of hell to be exact. Life was great, with great company of fellow diver trainees to a very much lesser extent, a fucked up routine. But many times in life we do exercise some intricate planning, for the fact that i am reminded many times; we do have a choice. And i escaped the system to my successes and dismal.

This statement seem absolutely terminal in NDU; you have one and only one. And thereby they pronounce you dead.

But life's taking a better turn i hope. At least there is something to look forward to, finally which i can thankfully take a breather and soak in the miseries that life bestow me with.

And happy birthday to a young at heart old man. :D