The chewer

Let me re-introduce myself. I'm a 20-year-old national serviceman. 1 year plus to go, about one-quarter through. I'm planning to pursue a diploma (again) after NS.

I'm working under the security unit. Of course I didn't choose that posting. It's been chosen by the Police NS department. My working day is 2 days' (1 morning and 1 night shift) work and 2 days off. A 12-hour shift.

Working life at the division is very different from life at the police academy camp.

Well, I was happier 2 months ago at camp. Even though I had to stay overnight, I had someone to call to. She was my sister's friend.

I miss her giggles. I miss whatever she talked on the phone. She did most of the talking, but actually I like talkative girls. Calling her actually makes me sleep better in camp.

But I hurt her feelings one fine night. My first night shift at the division. I lost my cool. In an unsound state of mind. I never think twice. Whatever the fuck it is, I know I was wrong all the while.

I only called her in camp, but not at any other time. I expected her to listen to me. But actually I'm the same too. I forgot about her for quite a number of days. I'm not there when she needed someone.

I was happier yesterdays.