Today I received a call from my army camp saying that I need to collect my long service award. It is awarded to NS men who has served at least 4 years of reverist. I had only served 3 but I guess they were expecting me to go back for the last one which I did not. Anyway, the poor NSF has been arrowed to give out those medals not yet being collected, at the expense of his own time.

He wanted to meet me in Sembawang mrt since he knew from my profile that I lived near Yishun. I didn't want to make life difficult for him by asking him to come Yishun instead. So i agreed, at once. Yes, I am such a considerate person.

My mum called me later that day to say that we are going out for dinner. I have a urge to ask her if my bro is in Sembawang too. His new flat is there and there is a tiny chance that he is there to oversee the renovation. (To get a free ride fyi). I thought again and concluded that the chance is too small and I better just take a train down to Sembawang. Yes, I am being considerate again.

When I reached Sembawang, the NSF asked which Ang I am because he is meeting another Ang too. I told him my name and got my medal. Take a look.





Kind of a farewell present for me? How timely can it get. I needed some motivation right now.

I left for home and when I was about to reach my house, my mum called me and said: Did you just collected some medal from Sembawang? Your bro just did too!

Yes, I know which Ang the NSF is meeting now.

I guess that's life.