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This is not good, not good at all i tell you...
Damn you Mayday video that i have hyperlinked in the closing statement of this post!
Damn you to hell !
Hey Lj.... It's 2 am and i am semi-depressed and half awake
Basically because i have totally no idea on how to spend my weekends productively.
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When in camp,
i keep my spirits up by counting down the days to my book-out day.
A smile reaches across my lips at the thought of outside food, people i am going to meet, movies i am going to watch & of course TR.
The airport is nearby so whenever we are outdoors doing physical training, passenger planes flying overhead would be a common sight.
I get myself out of the "zone" as much as i can.
Imagining where that particular plane would be flying off to
Be it South Korea(where DBSK & Amarisse live!), London(where Sir Alex Ferguson & Lauren live) or the great U.S of A(Masi Oka & the rest of TR)
It gives me a little emotional boost that i will one day be free to go as and where i like
This promise of freedom makes me want to work harder at my PT somehow
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A couple of hours & a whole lot of sweat later... the day is over
Rinse, rest, repeat 4 times and it is book out day!
My fellow soldiers & I pick up our things that we want to bring back for washing, suit up and head off
cheering and jeering at those who are still stuck in camp as we march to the terminal to wait for our transport back to the mainland
" Today is my book out day, Book out book out! Today is my book out day, Book out book out day !"
Our spirits are soaring, finally we don't have to take shit from our superiors anymore. we are back in charge of our lives for the weekend.
Party hard fellas! Whoo! Remember to use protection dudes !
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It is a different story for me.
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I don't join in the festivities & would keep to myself all the way to the drop off point.
I stay silent as my platoon mates discuss where they would like to go drinking or clubbing later on at night.
Where and when they are going to meet & screw their significant others.
My head spins slowly but surely & my thoughts are sparse.
With my mind's eye i'd see some of these thoughts in little skits, each one less than a minute long :
" I am going home too, aren't i?
Back home to mother, mei, uncle kiang?
Am i not going back to LJ, TR. IRL friends?
Am i not once again going to be psalm1special and not just another fucking recruit ? "
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I do not understand my state of mind / emotional well being !
" Isn't it a blessing that both my mother & i do not have to worry about finances & lodging for the next two years despite the recession?
Isn't it great that the time i spend away from home is less than a week, unlike in other countries where they have real wars? "
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Yes, yes yes. yes! YES!!!!
Then what is it? what is this sinking feeling in my gut?
How come i am so discontent.
The monotony of regimentation & physical adjustments i have gotten used to & grown to accept as beneficial for my body's well being.
The food at the cook house ain't that bad, i do feel okay that i do not have a significant other unlike many of my platoonmates...
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I don't get it, it's like i have gotten so used to army life that i am losing touch with the "real world"
The question of "What i am to do with my future" is looming like a dark cloud at the end of the horizon in this 2000 acre plain, but my logic tells me it is bearable for now.
Maybe it is my fear that i would become a fit boring guy that only speaks in army lingo and lose all my creative juice along with the pounds i'm shedding.
Maybe it's because i am still bothered by the fact that i now take an extremely long period of time to order food for myself
reason being that i have only had to respond "yes sir" & "no sir" for the whole week so much so that i am partially incapable of making independent decisions
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Maybe because it's 3am & i've played
thisvideo one too many times
Maybe i need to sleep after a long week of sun exposure.
Maybe i`ll delete this post tomorrow when i wake up and feel silly.
Goodnight.