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Saturday, April 19, 2008

National Service (NS) is what I've always thought to be every girlfriend's worst nightmare. Or maybe..it's just me *shrug* That brutal haircut, lesser quality time spent, seldom meet-ups, change of heart, behaviour or perspective etc etc. If only, they could have it deferred for as long as they want or till they're totally ready for it. On second thought, how selfish am I to think of it negatively when the fact is that, they're doing it for the sake of the nation. Someone smack me please.



What the hell. I owe people money.