It was yet another long weekend, but I am regretful for not cherishing this 3 days worth of civilian life by making a comprehensive contemplative post. This post, like the many before, shall be one that sums up the many conundrums I am facing at this moment in time, and booking back into camp 10 minutes later with a litany of unsolved problems is simply depressing. I went back to school on friday after yet another delayed 'early bookout' to collect my A'level certificate as well as to catch up with Louis as we chatted over many issues such as how NS really sucks the soul out of your life, how time really flies and it has already been 1 year since we were mugging in that A1__ room till near 10pm. Many indelible memories flooded back into my mind as I strolled down the alleys of hwachong, whether is it the on-going 16th SLC celebrations or the computer labs we once had overnight camps and bonding sessions. My conclusion: I really missed times in school, and how i wish i can repeat all these once again. I realised that it's hard to explain to someone how serving the army is really that torturous and one will simply tell you that it's going to be fine just bashing through the forests of MacRitchie in standard battle order, and digging shellscrapes for missions. That's what a solider is supposed to do anyway and it's just going to be 2 years in a blink of an eye. It may be appears to be as simple as it sounds, but a civilian will never get to comprehend the stress and inhumanity of NS until he/she steps into the shoes of a solider. It's really that bad.
I should be embracing the arrival of the World Cup 2010, the Apple's conference coupled with the unveiling of the 4th generation of iPhone, and last but not least the Passing out Parade of my trade course this Saturday. But yet when i am about to end this post and pack my stuffs for the 'supposedly' last book in to keat hong camp, I am saddled with many problems on hand, that came when i am really off-guard and i hope to tackle it like a real private.
Wish me all the best as I always believe in carving my own destiny, instead of allowing the regiment to shape who I am .