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For a soul in sorrow, a heart in despair;
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Love suffers long with the fault of a brother
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Tekong in a glimpse
(contents may get a little too personal, please bear with it)
Praise God, it really feels good to be back in civilisation, something mundane and familiar which people take for granted. I'm not bad-mouthing the island though, it's just a matter of getting use to it.
Finally, I see cars that are not green, a city's night life (in lay man term, i finally see 'life' after 10.30pm), computer, AIR-CON and girls that can't do pull-ups.
What a life on that island.
Honestly, for the first few days time seems to pass by really slowly, to the point it was unbelievable. I remember myself recalling how on earth the days counting down to enlistment seem to have rocketed so fast whilst the days stuck there felt like weeks.
Wait a minute...I was there only for 2 weeks. Ooops.
Oh well that 2 weeks seems like forever. Even I don't take a holiday that long.
The 2 weeks were nothing compared to the impending gloom awaiting when I book in. "Honeymoon period" they say about the first 2 weeks. The threats that usually accompanied those pep talks combined with the foretaste of the Physical Training sessions made me really reluctant to book back in. Just as what the Pl Sgt Robin said, "Suck thumb and just do it."
Nice guy, though when he changes personality like Dr Jackel and Mr Hayde it gets quite scary. But someone I can respect and can have fun with at appropriate times.
Another would be 2lt Mahat, whom I give a lot of respect. Though strict and firm he has the humility and understanding to apologise to the platoon even though the ones at fault was us. Wow. Pride means nothing to him...as in self pride.
I always thought being in an all-boys school for a rough 10 years would warrent me to be able to sail through the all boys environment of NS smoothly. But I though wrong man....
At least during my time in acs there were still interactions between the opposite sex through teachers or friends and relatives and maybe the occasional wow-she's-so-pretty on the streets. However, in tekong the only thing you get is the cookhouse aunties and muscle babes who can do more pull-ups then you.
Ouch.....so demoralising...
Maybe that's the reason why so many guys smuggle in Fhms and stuff into the island.
Apparently women have a strange surpressing effect on men. Not surpressing testosterone that's for sure...it's a zoo with occupants developing raging hormones whenever a cute/sexy/pretty lady walks by. Forgive my blantness xD
In the absence of women however, men starts to show their ugly side, with colorful languages usually accompanying their sentances. That's the most obvious one though, still trying to figure out the rest. Ahh pooi...regimental lifestyle, what more can I expect.
Enough about Tekong....getting boring.
Sunday was greeted with a funeral back in church, quite unexpectedly though as I was disconnected from civilisation for 2 weeks. Our favourite uncle Fred had just passed away, at age 85. Though we weren't even close, there's this thing about funerals that just seem so very sad, the really cloudy atmosphere that brings tears to one's eyes, even though you hardly knew the deceased. The faces of grief and such made it almost impossible to keep the tears within the sockets. The 'loss' of a beacon which light shines brightly and sense of humour radiate through the bones was quite a shock, but a comfort to know we'll meet again someday.
My nose went sore as my eyes flooded with tears as the procession continued on. Maybe I'm just one of a kind, too emotional, much more than any others. I turned and saw Joan, whose eyes are small and moist... maybe we're 2 of a kind.
Book out never seem long enough, in just a flash I'm going back in, leaving on a jet boat.
Goodnight
reflected by Juls @ 11:29 pm
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