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..!
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Hey Dude. What a well written essay!
Well, this is the first time I log on to your blog and I guess I just have to leave a lenghty comment. Whoa! You guys must have a great and unforgettable time during national service. Haiz…..I was not chosen. Maybe it’s a bit dissapointing since everyone I knew seems like enjoyed the experience. Maybe it’s also a good thing because I got a chance to work. Anyway, you had an amazing experience and I am happy for you.
My friend who just came back from national service had an eerie encounter there. Her camp was Kem Chamang, Bentong, Pahang. The incident goes like this. There was a girl who cannot stand the pressure during the service had an attempt to commit suicide. She went to the top of the flying fox stand and treathened the officers to send her home, or else she will jump from there. So this already shows that she had low determination and low-spirited. And then, coincidently, the camp had a talk about AIDS at night on the same day. It was about how those bodies of AIDS victims were cleaned and burried after they die. According to my friend, it was pretty scarry towards the end, where they started to put those muslim funeral music. Quite a number of them freaked out,and some of them cried. Then It happened. When all of them went back to the dorm. The girl who tried to commit suicide screamed like nobody’s bussiness outside the dorm. She was obviously possesed. The officers then called a bomoh to calm her down. My friend said that the girl showed that she was low spirited and therefore, it is easier to be possesed. After that incident, a lot of them were damn scared and worried about nothing.
Hehehe!!!!
I bet your camp will have incidents similar to this……Haha!!! Anyway, I had a great time reading your posts and I look foward to your next one.
geeezz..
your experience sounds so nice..
but hell yeah, i didnt get the chance.
but listening to those ‘extraordinary’ incidents,
i’m afraid too. >
Hey.. yup .. really miss that time…. really miss those friends especially from west malaysia .. haihz … so must keep in touch yeah! It’s my pleasure to have a BUDDIEZ like you .. all the best to you! =)
@ Hui Ting, thank you. Yeah, it was a great experience indeed.
Some guy, thank god he wasn’t my dorm mate, woke up one late night and started throwing his Bible and pillow around, shouting “Father! Father” along with something else we couldn’t tell. It was also because of low in spirits did he lose his sanity. He was sent back home a few days later. Other than that, there wasn’t much supernatural stuff going on in my camp. Luckily XD
@ wying, told you to sign up for NS!
@ Kenny, yeah..it’s really hard to get used to eh? With them all gone. Thanks, it’s my pleasure too.. XD do keep in touch!
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