Feliz Navidad
So I just finished the Change of Guards at Istana as the main band, BMTC 1 and 2 POP and now is block off/leave! Which is good since my brother is flying back to Perth this friday. Gives me a whole week to sleep and spend time with everybody else in my family. How I wish I could have a break every 3 months in the army.
Change of Guards was a new experience since I never thought I could play while marching ever but now, I believe I'm at least 50% there. And what they say was true, first and last COGs are the most memorable and this was my first and as a main band too. Even officers don't get to wear No. 1 and march down Orchard Road. Let alone a washed up Private like me. True I'm one of the worst and I get a lot of flak for it but the enjoyment and feeling for the need to continually improve drives me. The knowledge that I wouldn't be having music as a career also allows me to take this as a recreational activity with just that bit more stress.
BMTC 1 and 2 POP was interesting since this was the batch that POP-ed immediately after my batch POP. CEFGHJKQYZ coys and LMNPRSTU coys. It also allowed me to see the mild obese coys going about their usual start of BMT admin work and SAF core value book presentation. It was funny how all their faces held a sense of dread and gloom while I was walking freely when only 6 months ago I was holed up 4km away from the jetty looking just as sad.
Seeing Whiskey coy's blue bedsheets, showers without doors, rooms half the size and lecture room with even less functional tables, I really must have gotten a heaven in rocky hill. Even my recruits' annex and table tennis room were air conditioned. And when wanting to report sick, time wasted on tonners ensures the maximum dodging of all saikang and physical activity. Some even decided to have their own canteen break. Despite everybody else's whinging of rocky hill, I still find it the best on that accursed island. And to be frank, there are things on the mainland more accursed considering that all things military is accursed.
However, I wonder more adn more why people take such a negative attitude to me nowadays. Of course, it gives me freedom to act on my own, to read books while everybody else sleeps, to leave without feeling held back by others. And I notice this after I came back from australia. Have I changed that much? If I have, then Singapore holds nothing much more for me since in itself the majority of people here reject me. Who do I have now? Who do I spend time with now?
The people I thought I was close with, found others more worth their time. Especially with NS commitments, I became an even smaller sidenote. When they do go in, they'll see those who they hold close go as far as that penguin ferry goes. OCS and SISPEC becomes important. When they have got into OCS, they realise its even worse and provides less time. IS 2LT or 3SG worth the world? I'd rather be a corporal or lance and retain me and my sanity, no matter how much flak I get.
Of course, all this has just been a great disappointment. But all the same, I'll just have to slink away and this ignominy of being a lousy NSmen and low ranked person makes my absence even less noticeable. Which is the desired effect even though I like being with others. It is something I thank God for no matter how tough it gets now because the future 1 and a half years later is even better than what I lost. Friends? Most of them just downgraded themselves to acquaintances.
Once my brother returns to Perth, I'll just have to endure 3 more times of what I've just gone through. It's true what's here makes Perth seem like heaven. So yeah, 77 weeks and 4 days more. I get to see some graduate then.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder? I hope it does!
Change of Guards was a new experience since I never thought I could play while marching ever but now, I believe I'm at least 50% there. And what they say was true, first and last COGs are the most memorable and this was my first and as a main band too. Even officers don't get to wear No. 1 and march down Orchard Road. Let alone a washed up Private like me. True I'm one of the worst and I get a lot of flak for it but the enjoyment and feeling for the need to continually improve drives me. The knowledge that I wouldn't be having music as a career also allows me to take this as a recreational activity with just that bit more stress.
BMTC 1 and 2 POP was interesting since this was the batch that POP-ed immediately after my batch POP. CEFGHJKQYZ coys and LMNPRSTU coys. It also allowed me to see the mild obese coys going about their usual start of BMT admin work and SAF core value book presentation. It was funny how all their faces held a sense of dread and gloom while I was walking freely when only 6 months ago I was holed up 4km away from the jetty looking just as sad.
Seeing Whiskey coy's blue bedsheets, showers without doors, rooms half the size and lecture room with even less functional tables, I really must have gotten a heaven in rocky hill. Even my recruits' annex and table tennis room were air conditioned. And when wanting to report sick, time wasted on tonners ensures the maximum dodging of all saikang and physical activity. Some even decided to have their own canteen break. Despite everybody else's whinging of rocky hill, I still find it the best on that accursed island. And to be frank, there are things on the mainland more accursed considering that all things military is accursed.
However, I wonder more adn more why people take such a negative attitude to me nowadays. Of course, it gives me freedom to act on my own, to read books while everybody else sleeps, to leave without feeling held back by others. And I notice this after I came back from australia. Have I changed that much? If I have, then Singapore holds nothing much more for me since in itself the majority of people here reject me. Who do I have now? Who do I spend time with now?
The people I thought I was close with, found others more worth their time. Especially with NS commitments, I became an even smaller sidenote. When they do go in, they'll see those who they hold close go as far as that penguin ferry goes. OCS and SISPEC becomes important. When they have got into OCS, they realise its even worse and provides less time. IS 2LT or 3SG worth the world? I'd rather be a corporal or lance and retain me and my sanity, no matter how much flak I get.
Of course, all this has just been a great disappointment. But all the same, I'll just have to slink away and this ignominy of being a lousy NSmen and low ranked person makes my absence even less noticeable. Which is the desired effect even though I like being with others. It is something I thank God for no matter how tough it gets now because the future 1 and a half years later is even better than what I lost. Friends? Most of them just downgraded themselves to acquaintances.
Once my brother returns to Perth, I'll just have to endure 3 more times of what I've just gone through. It's true what's here makes Perth seem like heaven. So yeah, 77 weeks and 4 days more. I get to see some graduate then.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder? I hope it does!
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