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| Goodbye is often the hardest thing to say, especially when you're the only one leaving the pack. It's been a good 5 months there made up of both enjoyable and revolting experiences. But I guess, after so much, I am still quite fond of that place and will definitely miss life there. The games of foosball, table tennis, darts, Connect 4 and Reversi... The daily talk-cock sessions about anything and everything and maybe nothing at all... The many things done so wrong... The attempted designing of the coverall... The many pages of Sudoku completed... The often pricelessly entertaining superiors (well, some)... The horrible cookhouse food... The loud stall vendor at the canteen... The horrible regimental and office/store duties... The hiding in the toilet cubicle and then slithering around like a snake on the upper storeys... The waking up during unearthly hours to prepare to go to camp... The coming-to-camp-late-and-trying-to-avoid-getting-caught mornings... The random yet frequent visits to the medical centre... Well the list isn't exhuastive but let's just put it at that for now. Almost ignoring the existence of conscription, I'm awkwardly and ironically thankful for this experience and the various people I have met through this. I'm so gonna miss everybody. Hopefully someday it'll all come together once again. Meanwhile, I think I ought to brush up on my linguistic skills before they turn rusty with time. And well hopefully the new place is good. Labels: army, being thankful, hopeful, life, reminiscent |
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