Its back to square one once again, alone in the ghostly bunk. Being in camp is already part of the torture and now, alone. Damn. I always occupy my mind with the happy events that I did in the civilian world so as to overwrite the trapping kind of atmosphere in camp. But NS ain’t that bad after all, should be ba. I just couldn’t take the kind of life being under a Master.
Things like, getting lots of off at times, able to siam guard duty and having 8-5 currently are one of the so-called, “high-end treatment” in camp, provided you are senior enough or they called it “lao jiao”. One of the beneficial factor that NS provide is, we are able to expand our network base. But I also realized that making friends is tiring too. I have to repeat my old grandmother story all over again right from the start to date. Sharing about how happening my life was, how I started things out, who appeared in my life, and how much I like this girl and thinking of ways to put things together. But nevertheless, I’ve made them my friends.
I’m a coward.