P.S: It pains me to realize I suck at writing rhymes. HAHAHA!
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Hello Blog! Yet, again.
After a long hiatus. What? Around 4 months?
Chuckles. Not that long afterall.
I decided to come back into this blogging business after heavily inspired by Britney's courage to return into what she WAS. Rite...
But if we were on that line, at least I made my comeback with a few pounds off. Looking rather good myself. The only similarity worth identifying: we need supplies of those speedy hair regrowth shampoos!
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While Brit was trying to juggle her messed up life during her hiatus, I was and still am undergoing patriotic service to my country.
Highlights: Patriotism? Hmmmm....
Whatever it is, don't expect much of future entries to be routine training procedral stories of my escapade to our very own local version of the set of Prison Break. I know it will certainly sound mundane. Been there as a reader, so avoiding it at all cost. Hopefully.
Instead, as per normal, and as true to the function of BLOG, Human behavior never fail to be the hottest topic on any blog! And Training Academy is one sinful treat for die hard human behavioral observers like me. Never imagine Training Academy akin to a scene of Charlie and The Chocolate Factory. Goodie goodie!
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Having enlisted to spend weeks with other 37 individuals and sleeping with at least 9 of them in one common room, I've met so many colorful characters! We have the jackass clowns, the gluttons, the undercover ones who cadge and schnorr on others, the cantekerous ones, the vain pots, the weaker ones, and definitely the ghastly dramatic ones.
Meeting these characters have build and strengthen my resilience and confidence with strangers definitely. I once feared that my national service life will be a dread cause my lack of 'friendly' social skills. I was always a push over, bitter and icy. But eventually my time here has been fruitful in the sense that I've been able to overcome my bad habits. Thanks to these strangers that I've met for these months.
Honestly, it's pretty scary that the draggy time in camp that once dreaded, has evolve itself to be of time that you wish it could hold on a little longer. Just to spent a few more seconds or minutes, or hours even, in this newly build ties with people (regardless hate them or love them!) who were once strangers to you, seems to be so precious and in demand.
My hopes: to be able to meet these people yet again after we march our way out of the academy and even national service.
Have no idea why I'm sounding emotional suddenly. Wahahaha! I must be on crack!
Nuff said.
City of Weirdos. 3:49 PM
