Nsman

At long last i sighted my pink ic. The days of bitching, area cleaning, marching, getting scolded at every little thing, "heads out!!!",5-bx, soc training and tests, stores, lame parades and colourful operas, lugging of signal sets around outfield with camo( at least temporarily), outrageously priced cookhouse food, rifle cleaning, scouring around camp looking for rubbish to throw, PA, putting on and off TES sets, sudden deluge of rubbish on fridays, waking up and sleeping at a regular timing, rumors of nights out, route marches around camp or/and up/down stairs are gone. Yeah that basically sums up my 1 and a half years in 4sir. How delightful are those activities.

A simple ceremony today marks the end of my NSF days. ( And that still requires signal platoon to set up the PA system. Luckily i was spared. kudos to chee and derrick) Yet(or should i say obviously?), there is no melancholy, nostalgia in the air. Only exhilaration, exuberance, the eager to return to civilian life lingered in the air. Everyone wants to get out ASAP. Watchful eyes followed the holy pink ics' that mark the beginning of a long respite before ICT. That said, it was expected. The CNY celebrations just seems to be the icing on a cake.

Likewise to what yin foong said, i will only miss our platoonmates and commanders and friends made within the battalion. Especially the days outfield with the evolving TAC( the more or less permanently members: edison, wei chong, yin foong, derrick, brian, han cong, jianyun), stupid bunk fights and shouting and bitching and yelling; the bits and pieces of bunking life can't really be found anywhere except in camp.

Then again, to say that the 1 year 10 months is totally useless is biased. The lessons learnt, experience gained makes one more mature. The short stint has perhaps prepared me better for the cruel world outside.

(random blabberings) I realised that it is so hard to maintain your aspirations and dreams in life. Forces keep pushing you to do what the majority does; to veer off the track and bash up a new path up a slope is just so mentally and physically straining, even thinking of it makes one feel exhausted. Society judge you on what you think, do, act and even on what you not do and think. Likewise, i felt somewhat lost after the 2 years. Regimentation on a regular basis had changed my thinking;to just follow instructions can be easy sometimes. Maybe i am just getting sick and tired of my life. haha

Sighhh. The beginning of a new story; the start of a new track. To say in konata's terms, to trigger a new flag to a completely different ending.