Thinking back to the day where I enlisted at BMTC on Pulau Tekong...
I parted with my parents at the ferry terminal while the sun was setting. Well, somehow I think it's only natural for parents to worry. Deep down inside me, I did not have much feelings. I went with an open mind. Before I said my goodbyes, I acted tough and told them I would be fine. Well, it was true that I could take care of myself. Even if I felt like shit, I wouldn't tell it to them. And so the "adventure" began... It was the first time I felt the lack of freedom. I felt the ultimate control. The regimentation. Kinda sucks for someone like me who have so much freedom. But oh well. Everything was so disorganised and rushed that I wished I had some help. I had someone nice to guide me. But then again, I was knocked back into reality. This is the army. Not a hotel. So oh well. Got to find some ways and means to manage without anybody's help. Really. The first day, I felt so helpless that I felt like crying. I need someone to complain to. Some outlet. Somehow, everyone were still strangers. So no one was really helping each other much. Everyone was somehow scared for themselves getting punished. After settling down over the few days, everything was in order. Made new friends. Felt so much better. There's company. People to help you. People to wait for you. People to talk to. When things are more organised, I feel less stressed, less flustered and much more happy. Just like the usual mS. :) I like being happy. Then again, who doesn't?
Just had this random thought about BMT because Qing Hui is enlisting tomorrow. :)
Labels: bmt, reminisce
