September 2009 at least. At that time, ORD will be descending upon me and I think life would once again exist in my vocab.

Somehow, looking back I realise how my perception has changed from the time I was a pre-enlistee (and a student) and now when I'm a NSF. During those days in school, we were all talking about 2 years of NS, which would just be a very long camping trip that has no studying what-so-ever. And my oh my, we sooo looked forward to that 2 year break away from the stacks of pulp and the never ending powerpoint presentation sessions which are now termed as Lectures. Now, I just can't wait to study once more. At least I can safely say that I haven't wasted the past 16 or so years of my life as I was STUDYING and indeed doing something worthwhile and meaningful. Trust me, if I had said this last year, I would have admitted myself into IMH with immediate effect.

Camp isn't a bad place, I've met good people there. But somehow, it'll never be a place that I'll belong to. I never felt any attachment to CJ either, always waiting to get out at first chance. But at least I did something academically productive there, I learnt. There was a certain meaning and a proper goal to work to. There was that sense of direction that was unknowingly floating above my head like a compass needle. In camp, the only proper goal now is to keep my admin position and wait for the day I finally bid farewell. As hypocritical as it sounds, I'd take back CJ anytime. Let's not even start about VS, my picture above says all.

Call me sore, but if the RSAF is here for a higher purpose...

...It's just to go fly kite.

Sore loser Chris, yes I admit it. It's an ad that always tugs me deep inside as my passion never faded. But since the day they turned me down, I guess I'm done with them.

Gimme a time machine, I'll go back to the year 2002, live until 2005 and then use the machine to go back to 2002 again. That cycle will never end.

Where am I?