Breaking FreeOk I think I should update my blog more since I have the time. I know there are people out there "dying" to read my blog. Hahaha. Ok, that's rather thick-skinned to say that but I've realised I have distanced a bit from my usual knack for blogging, or rather writing. It's really one of my favourite past-time. Haha. So anyway, I did this personality test. And here's the result.

I'm actually quite surprised to see that it's actually quite accurate. At least that's what dearie thinks too. Cos there are a range of different personalities. And coincidentally, this somehow fits me. I'm a thinker. I think too much. Out of the box. Out of the room. Out of the world.
Ha usually I don't really like doing online tests like such cos I thought they are bullscrap but some might just be true. Who knows?
Anyway, back to talk about my life now. I'm really leading a very "free" life now. This "free" is ambiguous. First of all, I'm eating and sleeping during weekdays in camp, scanning my 11B for every meal. And every meal is free. But then, this is such a lay-low period right now. Except for those training to go for the overseas live-firing trip, the rest are just free. So free that we get so bored. So bored that we yearn to break free. I hate this captivation. It's mundane and it's stifling. I feel like we are a bunch of rejected "cargo". Ok, you may think what's not good to slack away. But to me, it's a waste of my time. I'm practically doing nothing in camp except for occasion runs, if not watching some fantasical-made-believe-taiwan-drama-show, if not just doze away at the recreation room. It's just I can't wait to ORD!!! Arggh.
I'm still standing at the crossroads now, wondering where to go after army. Though I already have some plans in mind. But I have my worries as well. My lack of self-esteem proved as an obstsruction for me before. But I feel that I need to grow out of it, as soon as possible. In a way, army has made me see things in a different perspective, know people from other walks of life, built myself physically and mentally. These are the pros. I'm not complaining really. I'm just lamenting on this whole "ideal".
So you see, freedom comes with a price. And the price comes with an increased "GST". Sad but true.
Ok, zoom in at my empty wallet now. But don't you dare laugh.