writing a death note? haha... i'm in a jolly good mood today. maybe it's the joy and security that the weekend brings to my fragile heart. looks like a good show... maybe i should catch it... maybe i should go out and have fun... but NO! I'M WORKIN!!! ARGH!
i wish i could death note the jackass at the computer terminal of the manpower branch who decided for me to be here. Bleep.
anyway...we had a deepavali sqn function today. haha... i ran off half way after 'stealing' a whiskey and coke from my friend. woo... on a lighter note, i am now a lance now. no more chao private for me... so again begins the depressing wait for me to get my sarge. nuts.
i was on the way home when i thought of something. i think the ministry should do something about their naming. especially the title of "enlistee". rememeber the day you stepped on tekong island and they made you raise your right hand... the moment you gave your life away to the defence of your nation? they called you an enlistee. i dun get it. i didn't have a choice... i never chose to enlist. i was CONSCRIPTED. i'm a conscript... a slave.

the dictionary states a conscript is...
1) to compel into service.
2) One compulsorily enrolled for service, especially in the armed forces.

i think i've been drafted into this shit. hence, i should be called an draftee.

to think we pay hundreds of dollars to high ranking personel to make such silly decisions.
(the signs of a truely first-world economy i say)