Of Book And Book In

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Happy New Year. I’ve been reading in the Army, Jodi Picoult’s Nineteen Minutesno less. At first I thought I’d had to return the book to Sze Min untouched, judging from the stifling lack of freedom and recreation during the initial few days of NS, but fortunately after a while I’ve managed to settle down and pull time out of the air to read every night. The book is emotionally heavy, in the sense that the characters are tied down and burdened by events or one another, and in the end the reader has to juggle and carry the excess baggage extracted from the one liners and the after thoughts of bitter souls. 

The Army has surprised me, if anything, by the way it has forced people to learn, adapt and swim. Is it mindnumbing? Yes.  Do I dread each day I have to book in? Abuden. Are there moments where I just want to SAF (ask me what that means)? Definitely. But the reality is that knowingly or not, I’m beginning to grow up and I see layers, habits of the past that are slowly or rather, forcibly being pulled away. 

I’m not at liberty to blog about NS, heck I’m not at liberty, period. But I can say, without sounding like agitprop ,that it’s a new chapter in my life that I’ve come to terms with. So to all those who are enlisting soon, don’t worry too much, you’ll learn to cope. That they’ll make sure of.  

I miss ACS incredibly though…

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