Break? Duh, it’s the END..!
And the end it is.
The 11th of March was the day we parted, after 70 days of memories we’ve had, sleeping together, chatting, joking, teasing, having pillow fights, stealing each others’ towers in the toilets, having water wars while washing our clothes, playing mass hide and seek barefoot from dorm to dorm, made human stack piles, built the largest tent ever, chasing each other around, scribbling pen marks all over each other while sleeping, dressing in all sorts taking group photos, having mass dorm parties, birthdays we did celebrate, having icing wars chasing each other around the hall.
Group games of all sorts we played; cheers of all sorts we cheered and even played ‘monkey and the ball’ during the evenings.
Failed in various competitions we did, yet winning the most prestigious ones; we attended classes together; marched together proudly to victory; sang together we did, be it in the bathroom, while marching or even during classes; sweating like sponges we did, marching in the rain we did, applied 20 layers of tan we did and the best of all, got shaved we all did.
Got punished running 5 rounds around the field, walking like a duck uphill, or frog jumped around the dorm, lying face down on the damp tar road, or face up to the striking hot sun, backs against the steaming road; even rolling on the futsal field we did, pushing up on the forest grounds for not wearing complete uniforms; and even waking up 2am in the morning, spending most of the night lying on the marching field.
Great fun we’ve had, great memories, great friends, great experiences, great teachers, great instructors, great challenges, though not really great food, but it was all worthwhile.
It was all worthwhile, I’d say that again.
Nothing could describe the sorrow when we had to part, with our dearly friends, our great and energetic teachers, strict yet playful instructors and our rich camp life.
But part we must, move on each other’s life we have to. Yet we will never forget the memories we’ve had during the 1st Group, 4th Series of National Service at Kem Puncak Permai.
..someone hand me a goddamned tissue..!