Once upon a time

Once upon a time, there was this boy who was doing his BMT (Basic Military Training) in Pulau Tekong. The boy had failed his SOC (Standard Obstacle Course) 3 times, failing to scale the vertical rope all 3 times. Thus, the boy was rather relieved to hear that his OC (Officer Commanding) tell his whole company that there would be no more SOC retests.
The boy was really looking forward to his block leave, which will last for a week after his POP (Passing Out Parade) which was on wednesday. The boy was then enamoured with the girl. The boy wanted to spend some time with the girl during his block leave. The boy then remembered that the girl's favourite food was sushi, so the boy decided to buy sushi from the nearby supermart, then go to the girl's workplace on the friday, as the girl would be going overseas the week after, and have lunch with the girl.
However, 2 hours before his POP, the boy's PC (Platoon Commander) gathered all the SOC failures and announced that they would be booking in on thursday night and doing a retest on friday morning.
The boy of course was disappointed that a monkey wrench had been thrown into his plans, but the boy decided to bring forward his plan to thursday then.
POP over, the boy went home and rested and woke up the next day and set his plan into action. The boy bought sushi from the supermart near his home, including 2 pairs of wooden disposable chopsticks which cost 10 cents each, and proceeded to the girl's workplace, which was a public hospital.
The boy took the MRT there. When the boy reached the MRT station closest to the girl's workplace, the boy glanced at his watch and realised that lunch time was almost over. The boy then decided to take a cab to the workplace to save time.
Once there, the boy made a beeline for the department the girl was working in. When the boy got there, the boy stopped outside, feeling very nervous. Finally summoning all his courage, the boy went into the department.
The boy didn't see the girl in there. The boy then approached the girl's colleagues and asked where the girl was.
The girl's colleague just simply replied, "Oh, she's on leave today, said she was going for a scholarship interview."
The boy was crushed. The boy went out, and called the girl on her mobile phone. The girl answered.
"Hey, you're having a scholarship interview is it?"
"Yup, it's my turn now! Talk to you later, bye!"
And with that, the girl hung up.
Dumbly, the boy realising he had made a futile trip, decided to head home. The boy, on his way home, realised that there was a free shuttle bus from the MRT station to the hospital, and took it to head home. The boy lamented the cost of the cab when he realised the existence of the shuttle bus service.
Outside his home, the boy, thoroughly dejected, decided to have the sushi for lunch. In his distracted sadness, the boy bit hard on his left cheek, causing him to have an ulcer for a few days.
The boy finished his meal and went home. Soon, it was time for the boy to return to camp.
The boy never felt so lousy waiting for the bus to the ferry terminal at the interchange. There were only a few others with him, and the boy wasn't in his most talkative moods. When the boy reached Pulau Tekong, he quickly settled down and went to sleep, not before taking a few minutes to contemplate what turned out to be a rather disastrous day.
The next day, after breakfast, the boy went for his SOC retest. This time, the boy aced the test with no difficulty at all, clocking in at 9.30 minutes. The boy had even managed to scale the vertical rope for the first time. When the boy did his final rundown to the finish line, his mind was just filled with the disappointment the boy felt yesterday, and it was like a fuel that pushed the boy to run a bit faster and push himself harder, almost so as to get rid of the disappointment the boy felt.
The test had ended at 9 am, and the boy hoped that perhaps, if they were left off early enough, he could still make it for another chance at having a sushi lunch with the girl. But, the fastcraft back to mainland was perpetually crowded and its frequency of trips were greatly reduced, so as a result the boy only got home at 12, and resigned to the fact that he wasn't going to make it for lunch hour.

The boy never told the girl that he went to look for her on that day.
The boy now knows that, what happened then, was probably a sign by the powers that be that they were not meant to be together.
The boy has moved on since then.