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So like I've been in the army for 2 months now, and I still haven't been really emo about it yet. I suppose that reflects that I'm still mentally stable in this
(Island getaway, with free food and lodging, allowance, personal trainers)
strange new enviroment which some might call a hellhole.
I think the hardest thing about the army is just to keep being myself. Or at least keep what used to be good about myself, what I liked. I liked being smart. I liked being nice. I liked having beings which are female to talk to. And the army just doesn't allow you much opportunity to do stuff like read, so basically most brains in the army just rot after a few months (even if you are in a JC batch). Tension always runs high, mainly because we're just a bunch of boys who suddenly placed in a position of inferiority, at the whims and mercy of psychotic people. We're given responsibility and purpose without asking for it, and some try to push that responsibility to others. Swearing and common hokkien phrases become background noise, and you slowly find yourself contributing to the background noise. People change.
But then it's not so hard for a certain group of people. They're the sort of people who you can't decide whether they haven't grown up yet, or just think they already have. The sort who would tell everyone to keep quiet and stop moving, only to be the blabbering idiot five seconds later. People who think they have principles because they would fight and shout loudly in front of everyone
(for what they think is right)
for retarded reasons. People who laughs at the same jokes five times in the row, even, no, especially when they're the ones who told the joke.
(For sure one. Confirmed lah. Why? Because they say the 2 IC say already mah. CONfirmed CANnot be like that I tell you.)
The training is hard. But at least, for a moment, I forget about some people.
(Island getaway, with free food and lodging, allowance, personal trainers)
strange new enviroment which some might call a hellhole.
I think the hardest thing about the army is just to keep being myself. Or at least keep what used to be good about myself, what I liked. I liked being smart. I liked being nice. I liked having beings which are female to talk to. And the army just doesn't allow you much opportunity to do stuff like read, so basically most brains in the army just rot after a few months (even if you are in a JC batch). Tension always runs high, mainly because we're just a bunch of boys who suddenly placed in a position of inferiority, at the whims and mercy of psychotic people. We're given responsibility and purpose without asking for it, and some try to push that responsibility to others. Swearing and common hokkien phrases become background noise, and you slowly find yourself contributing to the background noise. People change.
But then it's not so hard for a certain group of people. They're the sort of people who you can't decide whether they haven't grown up yet, or just think they already have. The sort who would tell everyone to keep quiet and stop moving, only to be the blabbering idiot five seconds later. People who think they have principles because they would fight and shout loudly in front of everyone
(for what they think is right)
for retarded reasons. People who laughs at the same jokes five times in the row, even, no, especially when they're the ones who told the joke.
(For sure one. Confirmed lah. Why? Because they say the 2 IC say already mah. CONfirmed CANnot be like that I tell you.)
The training is hard. But at least, for a moment, I forget about some people.