After a long time,here i am blogging again! Lets just say i was on a journey.A journey of self realisation organised by the government itself.They named it National Service. Sure it was torturing at times,but i never realy felt the torture a hundred percent because i had friends who were family to me for three months.We shared our happy times,our hard times,our achievements,our downfalls,our spirit,our food,our drinks and many other things imaginable.We actually forgot our friends outside because we were so attached to each other.They were like brothers to me,always with me through the hard times and never making me feel alone.Of corz i was there for them to.
The teachers there were very different.They can be the meanest ppl on earth to us yet we still loved them.They constantly tested our mental strength in many ways.If there were any stolen stuff or money,they would punish all of us till early in the morning hoping that someone would admit that he took it but that was obviously not gona happen.So we knew that was one way they test our mental strength.Eventough these punishments were cruel,we actually learned to have some fun during the punishments.We would just smile at each other,embrace our selfs and just go through the punishments with an open heart.It isnt as easy as it sounds but if we keep a positive mind,nothing is imposible.Thats somethn i learned is ns ppl! How cool is that?
The comandent of the camp Major Mansor bin Zakaria,a very soft spoken man yet optimistic person had odd ways of makin us more disciplined.He made us march everywhere we went.Even when it was our meal time,we had to march from our dorm area to the dining hall.This was a tough thing to follow but it made our marching outstanding.He also made us wear long sleeve shirts with tie n tucked in with nice pants during our daily night meetings.He blieved with nice atire,we potray high levels of discipline.Well,i couldnt agree less! He was right,we did behave better.Our comandent was football crazy to,he spent alot on our camp’s futsal team.Thank god,they bcame the zone champs and went on to become the second runner up in the national championships.Congrats guys!
Next in line is the physical module.Cikgu Yusoff,the most feared guy in the camp was the head of the physical module.He was a fit old man with long ‘misai’ bending upwards at both tips.Fierce looking man and he screamed at us every single day.Very strict guy,bet he was the most beloved teacher.Extremely disciplined when it comes to work,but out of the workin time,he was the most fun guy to b with.He had his own way of teachin us marching.He would scream ‘kirip kanan krip’ as in left right left to those who failed to do so.He also screamed ‘tak paham paham’ to those who over ruled him in anythin.’Tok misai’ was the name given to him.
Towards the end of the camp,they had alot of practices for the closing ceremony.We had to stand for hours during these training sessions.It was the toughest period of all.Trainees would just faint on the marching ground which is made of tar.Again,we managed to just blend in and go through it smoothly.Before we knew it,camp was going to be over.Towards the end,things got a lil bit tough for me.The long hours on the marching ground was one thing,my precious handphone got stolen.This made me depresed.The morning my phone got stolen,i fainted! Imagine how depresed i was…Luckily on the final day during the real closing ceremony i didnt faint.Yet,45 other trainees did! Despite the continuos faintin,the closing ceremony was fine.
The next day was the day to leave camp and go back home.At the begining of the camp,we were waitin for the ending,but towards the ending we were cravin for the begining! Does that make sense at all??? I think u get the point.So many memories together,hardships,happiness and experiences shared together and all of a sudden we had to go apart.It was the saddest thing i’ve experienced in a long long time.Tears was on auto pilot that day.Ns was an experience of a life time.
Kem rekreasi BElia Baling forever in memory!
