Monday, September 25, 2006
With regard to last week's outfield, too many random thoughts going in and out of my mind that I really don't know what to say. So instead, I'll put in other's words for you.
Jeremy"On the first night of field camp there was nothing much to do but sleep. Well thanks to the mossies I could hardly catch a wink of sleep. While I was awake, many things went through my head, many memories flashed back. I was thinking how good it would be if I had someone who could share all my wonder experience in camp with me, laugh at all the silly things that happens to me and listen to my endless complains about army. Sadly, I am not that lucky. Some how that led to me thinking about the past when I had girlfriends who would do all these with me and now to be standing there alone and laugh at my own silly incidents and only have myself to complain and probably my blog to lash out my unhappiness about things. As these thoughts flashed through my head I slowly fell asleep."
Chen Yu"And boy and I suffering. The only way to keep your sanity is if you just withdraw within yourself during those times in the field. Retreat into the recesses of your mind. Make yourself numb. Sometimes you dig in so deep within yourself you can’t claw your way out even if you want to."
Jia Wei"what comes to be the probable 2nd last outfield i have in NS time...
was full of thoughts.. to others, yeah.. i guess i appeared sad/quiet/or even angry.. but my mind's kinda in everywhere else that deserves my attention.. =
i guess i would never forget
the time we bashed into the foilage,
the time we digged and shaped *our homes* for the remaining nights,
the time we continuously swatted at flies/ants/spiders/mozzies/other-what-have-you,
the time when night fell and the midnight moon cast an omnimous glow amidst the mist/haze of the forest landscape,
the time where people around you becomes no more than a shadow and you could see no one cept for the long long dirt ahead and black all around you,
the time when a dozen of sweaty guys squeezed in a vehicle bumping all the way around near-cemetry/farmland areas,
the time when we throw/hammer/touch our cold rusted pickets, con wires, sledge hammer, mallets, bah bah..
the feeling of absolute ZZZ when walking or doing work, and actually dozed off while walking. literally!
the time when halfway thru, we encounter tanks and bikes and APCs rolling about, we looking at em, they looking back at us. lol
the time when everyone's tired, yet theres work to be done, and theres willing souls to help out.
yes, all these have been registered permanently into my hard disk of my brain. guess i'll never forget..
at the end of it all, looking back at this outfield exercise.. it gives me a certain unexplainable feeling, perhaps a cocktail mixture of relief(that NS is ending in 5 months time), of tiredness ( that we din sleep much), of gratitude and appreciation.
i guess its too big an assumption to label NS as a *waste of time* or anything along this line.. Time is given equal to us. 2 years. Make use of it or waste it. Your choice."
思念是一种病 {3:06 pm}
