alright. so RSAF got back to me regarding the COMPASS test results and ill admit I was slightly disappointed. didn't get selected for Pilot. got offered a place as an WSO(fighter) instead. which means ill be in charge of the ordnance and navigation of the aircraft while the Pilot does the actual flying. its something close to a Co-Pilot.
i can so imagine myself hitting the wrong buttons and ka-boom, a Tallboy bomb escapes the bomb bay and decimates Lim Chu Kang cemetary. the authorities move in and end up recovering the remains of 43736 dead.
I remember how i used to tell myself that I'll sign on with the air force and serve a 6 year bond. and decide what is to come after that. some really careful thinking followed and I couldn't convince myself enough that a military career was right. so i scrapped that and decided to do journalism/media/writing @ UNSW.
and just when i THOUGHT everything was sorted out, RSAF drops a bombshell on me. now i've got to revisit my thinking process. and start feeling stupid all over again because its back to the drawing board and to that I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WANT WITH LIFE stage. ah shucks
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on a brighter side of things, I've landed myself a temporary job stint for mid June. some sort of private trade show where I'll have to be in formal and entertain associates and executives attending the event. and they specified NO CONTROVERSIAL HAIRSTYLES. guess what i have on my head now?
would be fun i guess. am actually looking forward to doing it. and after the whole thing's ended i'll do some hanging around with mates. and enlist a happy man after that.
was at my alma mater just now. it was the 25th anniversary for Woodlands Secondary. went back feeling rather empty because the whole compound's new. they tore up every building in the old compound after my graduation.
i was telling Wenxin that i don't have any luck with schools and such.
One year after I graduated from Marsiling Primary, the heavy equipment moved in and tore down the whole school. has since been rebuilt
One year after I graduated from Woodlands Secondary, the even heavier equipment moved in and tore down the whole school as well. brand new buildings in place now.
no memories left. but some old teachers were still around. stopped and made conversation with a couple of them. we've all changed so much. and i feel like a fossil.
Oh good Lord i thank God that my polytechnic's not gonna get torn down anytime soon really. (:
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on a more random note, i think my dog is emo. like owner like dog.
would have to keep a close eye on him in case he decides to slit himself with a razor while penning morose poetry in the bathtub.
i even managed to capture pictorial evidence:
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