The past likes to bite me in the ass. I was walking around Bugis Junction a few days ago and I came across a recruit, smart 4, fieldpack, shaved head and that wild look of omg i’m in sivilizationnnzz31241239 in his eye, who incidentally had the exact four digit number as I did when I was in BMT. Y4409. So I was like, dude, you’re from Yankee too? how’s sgt this sgt that etc etc.. And he was like yeah I’ve seen your cohort photos in the coy office, nah he’s ORD-ed etc etc.
In essence, no homo but the fact that I’ve met the dude that sleeps every night on the bed which I used to all those months ago makes me feel like I’ve come one big, fat happy circle for some reason.
I’ve been in the army for almost a year now.
I remember the time we visited OCS back at the end of Y5. Fast forward to 2008 and my fellow cadets in the Infantry just organized a visit for young, carefree and oh so clueless jc kids to Delta. I say clueless because dudes…you have no i.d.e.a.
I miss school, in a way that you miss your favourite saturday morning cartoon, or the girl that you once loved but she /flew away/got married/ain’t the same girl you used to know. shrugs. We were so damn happy in school. Especially those first 3 months of IB. I swear they piped in pot flavoured music through the air con vents in the audi man, we were that high.
And here comes the second bullet to the back of my head. The senior admin’s organizing a reunion for the First on Saturday. And no matter how dumb it may appear to hold a reunion when half the cohort’s overseas or sth, I’m looking forward to it because how many times does your alma mater call you back a year after you’ve graduated to ‘relive and capture the good times’. Also, Drong has never used the phrase ‘astounding results’ in any letter for the past 6 years. I was half expecting the letter to end with ‘omg you guys rawk!! \m/’ actually.
So you see it’s hard to really slide off the shackles of youth (forgot which R.E.M song that was from) as they keep scratching my ankles when I least expect it. And I don’t know how I’d cope when I leave Singapore eventually for my further studies or what not. For these are really strong, rusty chains…
on the back of a hurricane that started turning when
3 Comments
Tuesday, October 28, 2008 at 1:39 pm
i always feel a wave of pity/sadness/empathy whenever i see recruits with their too-smart, too-new uniforms and square bags. cos i know how he must feel.
anyway, i can like, copypaste your kind comment with respect to your writing!heh.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008 at 10:26 pm
eh astroturf 2pm friend.
Thursday, December 4, 2008 at 1:36 am
ahh, overrrrseaas.