Thursday, January 27, 2005

Shit. Guess wat pple. I'm havin my Napfa. Not tat i've been so enthu to sign up for it. It's a must for graduatin students in FAST at TP. Damn. Now, i'm havin second thought of withdrawin from it, by not turnin up at 730am tml. Damn again. It's been ages since i'd gone for a run. It's been ages since i've did any sit-ups. It's been ages since i've jumped the standin broadjump. And of course, hell long since i've done any sit-and-reach. Psst, i was on the list of top students, reachin of a whoppin 60cm, for girls. Fexible ya. Inclined flexarm, and the 2.4km rm was my personal all-time killer. Nope, every exercise that requires me to sweat like a pantin dog IS a killer. I hated TP for this.

Why is the damn Napfa complusory may i ask. Why is it so important that we've to participate in it. Why must be particpate in it? Why Why why? So tat the school can give excuses that students are usin the facilities, hence charge more?! Damn. First thing first, I'm not intendin to sign on. So no need for Napfa. I'm not keen on excersin to proof that i can acheive a Gold. So no need for Napfa. I'm even less interested in usin the school's facilities. So no need for Napfa. And now. Why do i still needa to take Napfa?

Thinkin back, i used to think, signin on with the army gives me great prospects. The usual reasons like, wah, goverment job lehz, hard steel ricebowl, no needa scare retrentment, and of coz, like wat they say, a clinch above the rest. It's the money part that interest me the most. Whereby, the school fees are being paid for, monthly allowance are given, and extra bouns if you had pass all ur modules. But the part of goin through 3months of BMT wakes me up totally. To reality. Money cant make the world go world, no, it can. But i dun wana be doin wat my bro is doin. [He's a regular, of a 10yrs bond.] I used to be amazed by women in green uniform. I'm still in awe of them now. It's a occupation to be saluted. And of course, it gives others a complete impression of you. Imagine, when ppl ask: "Hey, wat are you doin now?" And the reply is:"Ohh, i'm with the Army now, blah blah blah." Oooooh, impressive huh. But, after second thought, i knew wat i wana. Army was not for me. I wana to look Pretty. Smart. And Professional. Not Greeny. Sweaty. And Full of muscles.

Comin back. Napfa. Argh. Why dun you just kill me. Stupid Tp. Stupid Fast system. Stupid rules. Stupid reqiurement. Stupid is too shallow a word. Damn. But anyway, since everyone else is doin it, and they survived through it. It will be not a hurdle for me. No sweat. Except that i'll pant like a dog. Humpf.

Psst, I just thought of a sure way to pass, the deadly 2.4km run. Put a cat behind me. And i'll run. Like HELL.

beautiful memories on. 9:24:00 pm x ........................................