Field Camp.
Field camp was OK. The only "hiong" part about it was the no-shower-for-5-days, and the few tekan sessions. The "latrine" which consists of a designated peeing spot smells like a zoo and I try to take a deep breath before stepping into the smell zone in order to avoid any possible nose-upsets, which is possible despite the fact that I have flu.
Holding in my motion for 5 days isn't exactly something to be proud of either. Not changing underwear and clothes at all isn't exactly an achievement. Sleeping in much discomfort and getting tekan-ed every now and then isn't fun, but wellllll. I guess I can call myself a field camp survivor.
_|_ field camp. It has been the longest 4 days of my life so far. Everyday is spent in fear over how the commanders would treat us, how hiong the day would be, severe itch, et cetera. It's really very bad and seeing as I'm a very civilized and hygienic person who never picks his nose, I am appalled by the living condition fit for wild boars. The worst part is that I don't get a shirt to wear around showing that I managed to survive 5 days without changing underwear.
OK, I jest. Most people change their underwear pretty often. I was just too lazy. When I did change my socks, it stank like hell. I was pretty worried about foot rot, and feeling a fresh pair of socks in the ziplock bag, along with a new set of uniform, brought me a boner. I didn't cave into temptation though. Didn't want to bring home too many sets of uniform to wash.
To be honest, I'd rather sleep in the zoo with the hippopotamuses. At least I feel more satisfied that my discomfort is directly boosting zoo admissions. I might even get paid for it, and become known as The Man Who Lives With Hippos. Besides, they smell better than me, or at least they did during field camp itself. I felt so bad for the commuter sitting beside me on my bus home, her nose might never feel the same again.
I'm too lazy to go into details. It's just severe discomfort. I'm not one who likes my showers, and I hate bathing more than once, but this is pushing it. Powder bathes just aren't the same as the feeling of water flowing all over you.
I am kind of thankful for NS though. It makes me appreciate the little things in life, the things we take for granted. We often take for granted stuff like popping into the nearest convenience store for some chilled drinks, eat food, sleep/wake up at whatever time we want to, using the computer like free, having sex, masturbation, taking elevators/escalators, et cetera. The regimentation is quite intense, and rare flashes of civilian life/freedom are very much appreciated, like when the sergeants start playing pop songs.
We were all grooving while cleaning our rifles after field camp, and I've never heard of those songs before.
I want my pink IC back. The 11B is not fun and green is not my favourite colour.
I'm going to take the lift 20 times just out of spite, and probably to make up for lost opportunities. Bye.
-- 5/29/2011 01:05:00 AM
