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IF THIS IS THE LIFE THEN WHY DOES IT FEEL SO GOOD TO DIE TODAY
everyday feels the same here. i thought it was bad back in tekong but it's ten times worse in this place. there's so little interaction with the world. at least back then we had newspapers occasionally. now we have nothing. i probably wouldn't know if the world stopped turning until every friday.
to make things worse, we go through almost the same routine daily. 0530 wake up. 0545 fall in. 0600 water parade, breakfast or pt. 0640 flag raising, drills or pt till 0900. 0900 lecture. 1200 lunch. 1400 lecture. 1630 drills or pt. 1800 dinner. 2030 water parade. 2230 lights out.
the days just drag on and on until it becomes one long day. i'm only in my third week here and i'm already halfway dead. 30 weeks more, not including this week. so long and so boring.
there's very little joy in our training. instructors always pull long faces even if it's not necessary. we have been told that in the police force we will learn a lot but not have any fun. that's the sad trade-off between police and army. they don't get to slack as much, but they can have fun and enjoy their time there.
what i can look forward to are public holidays and other landmarks along this long road, they help break down this long journey into smaller bite-sized chucks and make life easier to go by. trying to look all the way to april next year is just too much to handle.
up next is deepavali, followed by TASTE OF CHAOS, my birthday, haji, christmas, new year, cny, good friday, then OH YES i'm out of here. seems very fast, but only to onlookers. in here, it is the longest damn thing that you'll ever know. 27 october, deepavali will save me. just a few more weeks to go.
maybe you'd know because i once said here that i kept a journal of sorts back in camp. i also said that i would try to show some of my entries here. so here's one of the milder ones. above is the date i wrote this.
oh, back then i thought i was passing out in april. we spent a total of 33 weeks in camp.
and i always titled my entries with a quote from a song. most of the time it made sense.
everyday feels the same here. i thought it was bad back in tekong but it's ten times worse in this place. there's so little interaction with the world. at least back then we had newspapers occasionally. now we have nothing. i probably wouldn't know if the world stopped turning until every friday.
to make things worse, we go through almost the same routine daily. 0530 wake up. 0545 fall in. 0600 water parade, breakfast or pt. 0640 flag raising, drills or pt till 0900. 0900 lecture. 1200 lunch. 1400 lecture. 1630 drills or pt. 1800 dinner. 2030 water parade. 2230 lights out.
the days just drag on and on until it becomes one long day. i'm only in my third week here and i'm already halfway dead. 30 weeks more, not including this week. so long and so boring.
there's very little joy in our training. instructors always pull long faces even if it's not necessary. we have been told that in the police force we will learn a lot but not have any fun. that's the sad trade-off between police and army. they don't get to slack as much, but they can have fun and enjoy their time there.
what i can look forward to are public holidays and other landmarks along this long road, they help break down this long journey into smaller bite-sized chucks and make life easier to go by. trying to look all the way to april next year is just too much to handle.
up next is deepavali, followed by TASTE OF CHAOS, my birthday, haji, christmas, new year, cny, good friday, then OH YES i'm out of here. seems very fast, but only to onlookers. in here, it is the longest damn thing that you'll ever know. 27 october, deepavali will save me. just a few more weeks to go.
maybe you'd know because i once said here that i kept a journal of sorts back in camp. i also said that i would try to show some of my entries here. so here's one of the milder ones. above is the date i wrote this.
oh, back then i thought i was passing out in april. we spent a total of 33 weeks in camp.
and i always titled my entries with a quote from a song. most of the time it made sense.
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