As May is coming to an end, I find myself approaching June (I am exactly saying the same thing btw). But, when we all were posted to survey last year, this was around this point of time where we saw the earlier batch and sighed in envy just because they were going to ORD soon. (like in 7-8 months). that was soon to us. and now it's happening to us!
Look back Ty. just look back. I still remember that green shirt I wore to tekong. the fear in me when I only had 1X black and white cellphone and 1 extra battery to last 2 weeks. it was like being kidnapped to who knows where. uncertainties, fears. And the myriad of "do not do" things which made life suffocating hell. the first time I put on my smart no 4 and I got punished because I really folded it like shit. the first time doing the water parade. the countless PTs under the scorching parade square of Jaguar COY. doing SOC for the 1st time. falling sick in field camp. All the way to the 24km route march.
So much time have passed. No, so many events have passed. I've got to say we all been through a lot in the past year or so. booking in and out is like routine now. though right now we don't march, we go to canteens on our own initiative. we play games in our air conditioned office. we sleep about mostly in excess except on special occasions. PT is still there, no doubt. but the days of regimentation are over. it's so free and easy nowadays. nights out X 2 every week makes the week go by really fast. even a 4 day week feels freaking long because we're used to going home every half a week instead of every week. I've really got to reflect.
At the point of time now, and the mark I am standing suggests that I have about 9 months 2-3 weeks left to go. It's not tediously long, but not really short either. it's a time of reflection. because i believe that over all these trials and tribulations I have grown. If not in strength but in handling situations and people.
Despite the numerous benefits and possibilities that national service have given me, I still would like to stick to the good ol' waste of a freaking time.
I just like looking at the bright side. the only bright happy thing right now is that it's not about half full or half empty because it's more than half over! (okay this is cheesy). we're heading towards the last real damn lap. it's not a time to curse and swear and look on ebay for a time machine to give me back the lost time or sue SAF for the waste of time. it's the time to savor the times where time doesn't matter because you've lost it already anyway. it's a 2 years where I don't feel guilty playing pokemon by weekdays and sleeping by weekends. b
really. these 2 years. could have been better spent. but this kind of stuff, you can never work it out just simply by statistics. what is a waste of time may not be entirely a waste of time. perhaps, when i start to see things this way I don't really get depressed. I've got to say I didn't really have the slackest NS adventure of all, but surely it's not easy. and I'm beginning to talk like I've ord-ed. the fact is, I'm counting down and I'm making sure time does it's job right.
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