After meeting like tons of new people both in my company and from other companies as well, I finally got round to deciding that NS wasn't such a mean, bad monster that everyone was making it out to be. In absolut fact, iz kinda likz it~ One fine sunny mega-hot sweat-inducing sweltering day, the trainers at camp decided our dressing from home ain't fit for trainess that were one day going to protect Malaysia with our very lives (uh-huh, you "bet" I will). So they up and get us to march down in orderly file to the laundry/clothes area to get our proper outfits and uniform and such for the 3 months we were going to be there. It kind of failed though, the whole marching-in-orderly-line-thingy; I mean, how do you get around 300+ city kids who're so used to having their own ways and moving in any way they damn please to travel in what is called "orderly"?? Nope, so ain't happening. What really transpired was this sudden rush to be one of the first there with the whole bloody intention of getting the best outfits..........ruyte.........like ALL the outfits aren't the same. Typical kiasu-ness~
That over and done with, it was back to our dorms for another chilling session with the sound warning of "MESTI pakai itu punya outfits mase jalan-jalan di luar kawasan dorm!". And so began our time officially complete with the NS clothes. After the initial shock to many trainees of having to wear the outfits provided by camp every single time you step out of the dorm area (whaddya expect? some kids haven't been exactly exposed to the outside world), we got another message that we would have to attend "character building classes" every weekdays for, yep you guessed it, building our character. Lyke, "EH?", didn't we get enough moral classes throughout our schooling years already? But noooo.......we still had to attend those classes whether we wanted to or not because they said so. Ahh well~ they turned out ohkay in the end anyway, but that's a story for another time.
If that wasn't all, they told us that we've to berkawad for at least an hour around 2pm, sometime after our lunch breaks. The first time I saw our camp unite was that very day when they told us that... "WHAT?! You want us to kawad under the sun?? Very panas wor....kenot another time when lebih sejuk ka? Sei la wo men!" Yeah, that's what they wanted us to do and hell no they aren't budging from it. It's to make us stronger, they said. We'll thank them later on, they said. Iz kill 'em, I say. Enter the fact that there was this constant thick haze and the other fact that many trainees were pampered and you have the perfect formula for grumpy chaos.
Oh and before I stop on this section, I have one other topic that's equally important to b!tch about: the godawful FOOD. Ohmygawsh you wouldn't believe the type of food you're served there every day! If you're the type used to having good ol' homecooked food or eating out at nice restaurants every now and then, DANG are you gonna suffer! Most of the time it was either dry-ish or overcooked or funny-tasting or a major weird colour *puke*gag*choke* The only thing that made me continue going to the mess hall and eating? Two factors: #1 My friends went and they made me do it too #2 The mess hall is situated next to a man-make lake that's just gorgeous, I kid you not. And therefore, I stop here with a hearty sayonara and to the next time! Here're more pictures~:
Main stage & mess hall (background)
Lake & kayaks near mess hall
Lake as viewed from class
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