I know lately, my posts have been marked under ‘Shh..’ which is no fun for stalkers, I mean readers, okay anybody?
My mind has been full of bad personal thoughts lately, hence the password protection. It’s time to start cultivating my mind with good thoughts, as it is powerful yadda yadda (get the quote from my Godbro instead..)
So today I went for his POP. Strangely, it was a pretty emotional experience, but I don’t mean emotional as in tearing. But it definitely tugged on my heartstrings. Just a lil, okay, I am kidding, quite a fair bit. Seeing the guys endure the regimental training and not being allowed to have any freedom of thinking/actions is abit weird. It makes me feel sad inside that they are being ‘tortured’ into becoming men. I know that people are going to think of me as a useless chick who does not know what I am talking about. Let me clarify by saying that I know NS is all for the sake of the greater good. I am pretty pro-NS, but this is just how I feel when I see those men marching and performing drills. They kind of remind me of lab mice/rats. However, apart from sadness, I also feel a swelling amount of pride for Singaporean guys who go through this training. Yes, they do complain a alot as well, but they put their mind and bodies to it after all. All for the sake of protecting the nation and its women.
Having an NS bf is not easy. You have to try to understand the guys and try to make them understand you in return. Most of the times, there’s conflict in achieving the above two simultaneously. But I guess being a guy is just as hard. Okay, I am bored of this topic.
All in all, after seeing the sweat, toil and blood of the ‘aNt’Smen (because they all look like ants on the parade square), I vow to be 0.01% nicer to all enlisted guys and 0.02% less lesbian.
I’m also pretty happy since I got beautiful photocards to commemorate his POP. For free as well!

