Of Enlistment & Training Up

hello public

well well, after much intense anticipation (read: sarcasm), my enlistment letter has finally arrived. no darlings, not to nus, ntu, sim, smu, not even to school of fashion design la salle. not that i even applied to any of them by the way.

i'm enlisting into the place where the turn boys into men. yeah yeah. i know some of you are thinking, 'hell yeah, ali definitely needs this!!' well, lemme jus roll my eyes. again.

anyways, i'm trying to remain positive and open minded about the entire thing. the last thing i want is to go in and freak out. although i already do have certain reservations. to do so, i shall plan a pros and cons list of joining the army.

+++postive points+++

loose weight

a nice tan

muscles and abs

not worry about what to wear everyday

not worry about styling my hair or conditioning

fresh air amidst the nature

learn discipline

i get paid

socialise and make new friends

learn smthing new

- - - negative points - - -

i might die

er, well nothing could be worse than dying right

well then, apparently pros outweighs the cons by 10:1. i'm consoling myself here so cmon work with me people. hahaha.

anyways, so the exact date that i will leaving for the island resort is 9 of june. thats like ard one more month y'all. my mum has been bugging me to go train up. she says if i dont, my body might be in shock cause suddenly when i go in i'll be doing all those strenuous exercise. then i'll have muscle aches all over cause i'm not used to the torture. she tells me to go jog in the park near my house to build up my stamina.

so i decided to give it a go. i woke up at 8.30am and washed up. next i stood in front of my closet and contemplated on what to wear. truth be told, i'm not a very sporty person and this means that i dont have a lot of sportswear. after 30minutes, i decided on a puma top paired with board shorts from fox men.

when i reached the park, most of the people there were aunties and uncles. and i dont think they bothered to gave a shit on what to wear. anyways, the park was kinda cool, there was tai chi at one side and fold dancing on another side. and its nice to be surrounded with all those trees and nature. its peaceful.

but i have one problem. its like people stare at me when i jog. maybe cause its rare to see ppl my age in the park. everyone there is old. even the bangladeshi is old. i'm a person who dont like attention when i dont look good. ppl are staring at me when i'm all sweaty and my hair's in a mess. thats jus gross.

so the next day, i decided to dress more covered up. a plain white giordano top, addidas hooded sweater, addidas track pants, billabong trucker cap, faux chanel-lookalike shades and puma running shoes. the only place where the sun's rays hit me were my palms. it felt abit hot but i sweat more, so its better right? hmm. do i burn more calories when i sweat more?anyways, instaed of distracting attention, i attracted more attention. when i jogged past the line dancing ladies, the whole lot of them turned to look. goodness gracious me. well, at least i look good this time.

maybe i should blend in. i should wear loose white cotton singlets and black shorts and sling a 'good morning' towel on my neck.

thats it for now, u know i love you so why dont u gimme hugs. click click click.

toodles.