Today was my first mobilisation, which in another words, going back to camp in two or 6 or 8 hours to fight for war, which I personally think is bull crap. Then theres the fact that my army items were all destroyed during those days. Things like whether the uniform might fit into me, whether the superiors would knock me down and others kept running through my mind. But in the end I felt I was thinking too deep. Nothing happened whatsoever. I could even slip into the uniform easily ^^. We just went there to mark attendance, sign some shit and then went off, which was around 9. It was just about waiting. And waiting. And waiting. And waiting. One whole day wasted just like that. Oh, i mean its not totally wasted. Im doing this for a good cause, to protect the the rights of our nation and to be patriotic at all costs. -_- Fuck lah.
But it was good as in that I got to meet most of my army friends I haven been seeing for a long time. But then I got to meet the fuckers that I hate during army. Mostly are the high rankers. Strangely enough, most of them turned out nice. It's like Extreme Makeover, just that they still look evil and ugly and OLD.
Hmm, the going back camp certainly bring back good memories. I wished I could take pics with the rest as well. Missed most of them. And its been long since we meet each other in our camo uniforms. I know you guys wont read this, but I just wanna say,
YOU ARE THE REASON I SURVIVED THE ARMY!!!!!!!!
But it was good as in that I got to meet most of my army friends I haven been seeing for a long time. But then I got to meet the fuckers that I hate during army. Mostly are the high rankers. Strangely enough, most of them turned out nice. It's like Extreme Makeover, just that they still look evil and ugly and OLD.
I caught up a lot with my mates. Some are working, some schooling, some pimping, (Yes, its so true), some still in the gangster world, while others are just good for nothing who depend on their parents. Well, thats what they said. Some who were messy and untidy now become so suave and cool and macho that they could become the army's next top gay toy boy. Another extreme makeover. Ooo.
While talking with them, I realise the harsh reality life. It's hard to make money nowadays. They've been slogging their asses off since they ORDed, working as kitchen helpers, toilet cleaners, gas pumpers, condom sellers, etc. Next in line will be me.. asswiper.. >:D But not all are in such bad shape. Those schooling, like me, are still schooling, but there are others who have their own businesses and earning big bucks. Like this guy who used to visit medical center so much cause he wanted to escape all the stupid army activities. I damned him a lot. I thought he could not make it in life. Until I saw him that day. He has his own car and is earning 5 digit salary. Thats life, you wont know what your destiny is. You can strive to make your own, but at the end of it all, you may not expect what you have always wanted in life. Well, at least thats what I think. You win some you lose some. Omg, whats with me and my philosophical aristotle crap.
Hmm, the going back camp certainly bring back good memories. I wished I could take pics with the rest as well. Missed most of them. And its been long since we meet each other in our camo uniforms. I know you guys wont read this, but I just wanna say,YOU ARE THE REASON I SURVIVED THE ARMY!!!!!!!!
Having sounded so gay, I think I better stop blogging now, before my inner gayness start to show itself in a darker light.
