Oh, when will I get to enjoy the privilege of sleeping at 5am, waking up at the whim of my choice, and doing whatever I want?

In approximately less than 48 hours I'd be enslaved to the NS system again, living the life of a puppeted soldier. This time, I'd be training to be a sergeant, as depicted by my blog title.

I've heard enough about SISPEC, about how screwed up it is. I just pray for good company, people whom I can relate to this time and people whom I can get along with well.

As time flows by, changes are inevitable. However, in this process, I hope that some things can still be preserved. Memories will keep comforted in the lonely army nights.

If only I have the answers to the mysteries of life...

I know I need faith. Faith in God. Something that will keep me anchored, values that will protect me, cause I know the future is teemed with uncertainties.

Why do life seem so meaningless and dull? Instant grantifications only satisfy me temporarily. What am I exactly searching for?