Feeling just fine last night, I decided to GIVE IN and put my IC number into the National Service website to see if I was picked to take part in the damn program.

Guess what? Whoop-de-friggin'-do, I got picked.

Upon seeing this notice, the government sent me an obligatory "congratulations" (tahniah in Malay). Great, I thought and laughed at the thought of it.

Great, I'm going to experience three months of hellish army-type camp, including an unforgettable opportunity to suffer weeks of amoebic dysentry, lessons on how to clean a communal toilet in the Malaysian jungle, lectures on war tactics and yay my favourite how to use a firearm! You can tell that I'm just full of enthusiasm!

Hah. You must be joking. There is no way in hell that I am going to waste three months of my life to ridiculous and useless national service. It's all about unity. Right, is there supposed to be a connection between UNITY and WAR TACTICS? If there is, then someone, please educate me. It will promote cultural integration. What? As if we Chinese, Indians and Malays don't share the same damn coffee shop? Sure, National Service will open up all kinds of opportunities to us - such as creating a revolution, or perhaps a massacre.

I don't believe in the program. I think it's absolutely useless and a waste of time and money. The government is just corrupt. I'll just keep deferring myself out of my service till they forget about me. I'll be 24-years-old anyway, will they still want me to clean toilets, vomit alongside and handle weaponry with a bunch of 17-year-olds?

Right, pushing aside the topic, here's a happy note: I had a haircut! It seems to me that I'm obsessed with the way my hair is cut. I like it short shorter shorter shorter! It's nothing new, my new haircut. It looks pretty basic without hair products in it. One day, I will cut my hair shorter. Much shorter, to the point where I can actually whip it up with a bit of gel and it'll stay in shape. Not like how I style it after a shower. ;)

The weather here in KL is absolutely horrid. It's been so hazy lately, as a result of the fires in Sumatra. Apparently, it's been going on for a long while and it was much worse than this before. I wake up some mornings thinking it's still the wee hours of the morning, when it's just one hour till noon. It's so gloomy, and the whole mood of the day is lost in the haze. Where's the inspiration to go out for the afternoon?

Cheers :]