Monday, September 17, 2007
Tomorrow marks the end of my first year in National Service.
And it is extremely depressing.
It means that I have been doing the same thing for a year now, and I will be doing the same thing for one more year.
Because of this and several disturbingly similar thoughts, I have been extremely unmotivated. I have never been a motivated person, but there used to be some days when I tortured myself by typing stuff.
Now, I've even lost that masochistic streak.
Thus, I have decided to take a break soon and go for a holiday.
My friends, on more than one occasion, have asked me to go on a short trip to Thailand. I don't know about you, but advertisements I watched on television back in my childhood told me that I'll contract AIDS if I ever go to Thailand.
Since then, I always had an innate fear that I would go to Thailand, blow all my money on tom yam soup, have a diarrhea, contract AIDS from a dirty toilet seat, and die in anonymity on foreign soil.
And hence, Thailand is out.
My colleague then suggested Australia, and I thought it was brilliant. I mean, there's the beaches; the sun, the sand and the sea. There are also many Australians in Australia, most of whom seem like nice people from what I gather on Channel 5. I would have considered Australia, but I'm not really a beach person. I don't go outdoors much, actually.
So I sat myself down at work during office hours, and gave my holiday plans some serious thought.
I recalled a random video I watched years ago, and it showed this little kid running about in a house. The kid runs into a woman, looks up with glee, and says 'Bonjour, mama!'
I decided right there - I had to go to France.
I mean, it's a land of geniuses! After doing some in-depth research, I found out that almost everyone speaks French fluently over there. Isn't it amazing? While Singapore is probably the best country in the world, not many here can say that they speak French fluently.
But they do in France!
Isn't it amazing? Even that little kid could say 'Bonjour, mama!' It took me almost 14 years to do that. I'd have to travel there and bask in the glory of these linguistics maestros.
There remains one teeny problem, though. My passport has been expired for the past ten years.
It is now on my 'Things to do when I get out of the house' list, right up there with 'pick a fight with a kid' and 'Rihanna'.
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