Like I told Terence on MSN, it DOES feel surreal.

Things just get surprising with their little twists here and there, doesn't it?

Other than the fact that I took a bus down to Nee Soon camp just to get a ground sheet, it doens't even seem like there are any other indication that I'm going to...depart tomorrow.

Checked and realised this is the last pay check I am going to draw from my NS life already.

I heard some line on the TV lately,

"People make plans, Alex. Because that's what people do...So even though I know we just took the organs from a kid who's dead, I am still going to talk about rainbows and relationships and crap. Because that's what people do. We make plans."

Holy crap.
Having plans is one thing.
Having plans that are messy and unorganised and all over the place is another thing.
Not being able to stick to the messy and unorganised plans is yet another thing.

How many 'things' can we have before we break down and die in self-mockery?