you sit in the lab. you cannot concentrate. you still ponder on the PES B grade you got yesterday at CMPB. PES A or B. it makes no difference. you are combat fit. good news. everyone frowns at PES E or C. the glory of being F-I-T. clueless. you have no idea what awaits." ah. fuck it. i'm fit. now focus on the NAPFA. get a silver or gold and i can enlist later!". wrong. January 23rd. unexplainable. simply random.
you hand in your final paper for the 'A's. you rejoice. its over. wrong again. nothing's over. you spend 3/4 of your remaining 1-2mths with your girlfriend. the rest you try to prepare. you run 3-4km. you think its enough. very quickly. you bid farewell to your pink I/C. a card so under-used but now, so precious. the fastcraft. the faces of weary clones of yourself everywhere. worried mums. you take the oath. clueless. blurry.
continue ...
soon, you are presented with a failed relationship and a new posting you'll never forget