The Post which Questions the Schrondinger's Cat

There's this little blue book that all SAF drivers should be familiar with.




It's called the Driver Record Book. It's supposed to be a record of the vehicles that we are trained in, the total mileage that we clocked in our service term and other random knowledge.

We all receive one when we are posted in as drivers. I had mine around June last year. I didn't know it was supposed to be an important record, so for my very first Record Book, I wrote and doodled a lot in it.





The other day I was booking out in my uniform (quite rare for me, I always book out in civvies) and when I got my kit out at home, I saw the book inside my uniform and gave it a read.

Inside there was a scribbled rant of some sort, which I remembered I wrote on a particular "emo" afternoon. I was a very new driver then, exposed to the harsh environment of my unit, sent off to do work I didn't want to do, suffering with people whom I couldn't get along with.





It goes something like:

3 more months to recourse,
4 more months to 1 year (to go in the army),
5 more months to 2009!

Day by day,
Monday to friday,
Weekends play,
Add a few more holidays.

Repeat four times.

Gone one month, gone three months

Back to tekong, to have some fun.
Enjoy your time, slack a bit more.
POC lo! No more REC.

Enter December. Scram all regulars.
Take some leave, and countdown 2008.

Watch your front, 10 more months.
Time seems stagnant, but slow and steady wins the race!

Gone one month, gone four months.
Wah lao eh, six more months!
Tahan a bit more, 16.6.2009
20 years old lo.

Time to "geng", don't drive much
Ambulance duty, sleep can already.
Read some books, take some offs!




It's quite long, and full of crap, but at that time I was pouring out a lot of frustration into a not-rhyming-so-well poem of sorts. But somehow I did calm down considerably after writing this down.

It's funny now that I read it again. It was in July 2008, if you read the poem again (actually, please don't, it's embarrassing), so it's bloody ages ago.

But I'm surprised, despite all the shit that happened since then, I more or less stuck to the schedule I planned for myself.





Time really passes quickly. This week is my last week of duty, next week's my leave.

So, now what?