It's a Date!

Got THE missed call from AFRC on the 27th of March in the morning. I was delirious and immediately went out of office to return the call, to which they told me my C3 interview date, venue and more details. My heart was pumping so fast, I kept saying "okay, okay" but I didn't really register most of the conversation. I had to call back once I was more composed just to reconfirm all the info.

The interview is scheduled for this coming Tues 14th April at CMPB, 9.30am. As the day draws closer, the excitement level just gets more intense. It's finally the last hurdle after all the previous tests. Technically I've been waiting for almost 10 years just for this day hence the pressure I put on myself to perform and do well is pretty high. I want to get in. What's even more exciting is that the results (whether I get in) will be known ON THE SAME DAY itself. Apart from all these excitement, of course the rational part of me kicks in and I start worrying as usual:

Am I SERIOUSLY going into the military??!?!?! Am I going to fit in? What if I'm not physically fit enough? What if I don't like the military lifestyle? I will have to leave my relatively comfortable office job in the bank and there's definitely going to be resistance to change. Am I going to regret this?

HOWEVER, I keep telling myself this: I'm not getting any younger, If I don't try now, then when? And if I don't try, I will always regret it. Next time I look at a fighter plane (or hear its roar in the skies), or go to an army open house and my heart starts pounding (as usual), I'm definitely going to regret not trying. I don't want to be behind the computer screen forever watching the videos and looking at the pictures. I want to be there physically and be IN it. I want my own uniform and my own name tag to be proud of!

I'm sure that after all these years and I still feel THIS excited.. it isn't "puppy love" right?

2010 Singapore Airshow

 2011 RSAF Open House

2014 Singapore Airshow