Stress | k r i s a n d r o

I am serving my first In-Camp Training (ICT) this week as an National Serviceman (NSman) and it’s been a wealth of emotions and feelings leading up to Monday and the completion of the first day in the camp.

1 year and 3 months have passed since I left the Air Force as a regular and the stressed job of being an Air Traffic Controller. The memories of the 4 and a half years spent in the service still lingers in the recesses of my brain (whatever is left of it).

I need approximately 2 hours to travel via public transport from my home to my squadron in the east and I wanted to rest early. I tried to sleep from 12 midnight and could only doze off into a semi-conscious state at around 3am because I stressed myself out from thinking of all the situations in difficult controlling situations.

Besides the insane amount of travelling time, another big complaint I have is that I cannot bring any gadgets like my laptop, psp or my Nokia N95 into camp and that means ZERO entertainment for 4 hrs of travelling everyday and not being able to take any nap in the train ride as well. Wearing the Air Force uniform with officer epulettes and sleeping on the train is akin to shouting out loud,

“HEY!!!! I AM AN OFFICER! I AM TAKING A NAP! WHY DON’T YOU ALL TAKE A PICTURE OF ME SLEEPING AND POST A PIC TO STOMP???”

So, for the 1st time in a decade or more, I went to the library to borrow books to help me pass time in the train. BOOKS! I know people STILL read books but to me, that’s such a retro form of entertainment.

BOOKS! *rolls eyes*

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KuKuNehNeh has been quite stressed with her new job recently. She is not a ‘numbers’ kind of person and she is also not suited for a desk bound job. It certainly is a joke to have those two elements in her current appointment. It also doesn’t help that she has been working OT very frequently for the last couple of weeks.

One such friday, during our late dinner after her OT, she called out to me,

“Eh, Jac!”

“What did you just call me?”

Both of us burst into laughter as she realized she addressed me using her lady friend’s name.

Soon, she started to relate her day at work and said something along the lines of,

“Wah! Today really mad like rush…”

“What is mad like rush? Rush like mad lar dear!”

WAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Back at home when she was about to sleep, she wanted me to turn on the table lamp.

“Dear, can you help me turn on the side lamp table?”

“Dear…… it’s called the side table lamp.”

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This is what happens when she gets all stressed up. Poor girl. I love her to bits and feel helpless when she is stressed out like that. But we still laugh at such moments… at her expense of course!