Thursday, May 25, 2006
Meant to be

So it came to pass that my National Service Letter came one fine day. On the day, Dec 14 1999, i was required to report to Pasi Ris Interchange where a bus would pick me up and head to the ferry terminal where i was to take a ferry to Pulau Tekong. It felt just like going on a trip, exciting nervous not knowing what to expect but with the added emotion of hatred. After saying my goodbyes to my parents, i embarked on my journey to complete the most hated part of my life. It was a tough journey.. not as tough as most people who went through it but going through the 2 and a half years of restrictions was enough for me.

At the end of the entire duration you can only imagine the relief i felt. Having given back my pink ic i felt empowered once again to do my will. Although it feels like a thorn pricking you from time to time when you still have to report back to camp once a year for reservist.

It was work life for me now. All i had to do was earn and enjoy myself... simple? No... it never is. I got a job at an IT company within a month. It was a good paying job and it was intersting to a certain level. My colleagues treated me well. And even though i didn't really like the director, i was compelled to stay for 3 years in that company before i finally decided on leaving.

In 2005 July, i left my company to join my current one. Its the same job but owing to the increased volume in work its gotten abit more complex with much more paperwork to file in. My colleagues are good. But guess what? The job itself is becoming something that i find a burden to me. Its gone to such a state where its totally different from what i wanted to do in the first place and it isn't something i want to do for the rest of my life like another colleague of mine whos been doing it for 10 years.

It is time for change.
-Talon faced death at 3:10 PM

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