Title? What Title?

A little bit more time warrants a little bit more blogging, perhaps? Little moments like this still make me feel proud to be a soldier, after all, despite whatever hardships we may face (not so much now if you really want to compare) and the darker side of things one experiences...

Saturday

Coffeeshop Drinks Stall Uncle: Eh, what can I get for you?
Me: One Green Tea please, uncle.
Uncle: Okay. What camp you in ah?
Me: Oh, er, Jurong Camp.
Uncle: Jurong ah... Area III Command is it? Signaller?
Me: Yeah... plus learning driving now lah.
Uncle: We need men like you! *pats my back*

-> This doesn't count as revealing information, does it?

Heh. I'd like to believe that was a genuine appreciation of the efforts of the SAF in defending the nation's sovereignty and whatnot. National Service is something that binds men together, the old can always talk about NS with the younger, no? And so it goes.

On the other hand, my paranoia isn't making life exactly good, when I wonder about how every action I do might affect my impression and standing among others. I doubt things and people and seek extra confirmation and become rather annoying, I think. I realise I have changed t become like this, it wasn't like that before. Very much so, perhaps in this last few years... I think too much.

And then things don't seem to well on the family side. A small tidbit of information can be found on Eunice's blog. Yes, THAT Eunice. Now why am I even blogging about this?

Final push at HSP before I can go for the SAF Driving Test... for the Class 3 and 4 permit. Ending post here. Doesn't seem too long now, does it?

PS: Thank you to everybody who has been a help in guiding me and perhaps, shaping my character (the good sides of it). This is a quick thank-you, details probably when even more time permits and when I... actually do it (I've always wanted to thank people, like teachers, sergeants, course commanders and whatnot, but in the end I lose steam with the idea. How bad can I get? Ugh me. :(). Bah, how shameful.