officially,
i'm left with seven working days in camp.
suddenly, i feel a sense of disorientation.
for all this while. i've been wanting to ord,
but now that it's nearing, i'm lost.
i dunno what to do when i wake up in the morning.
i wait to execute orders.
i've to go for lunch at 1130 sharp.
i've to lay on my bed by 2230, waiting for my brain to shut down every night.
beyond this routine, i lost the ability to plan for my day.
it's time for some CCC (civilian conversion course)
things have been changing drastically in camp,
the rules and regimentation, the people, the environment.
i may appear coolly unconcerned,
but i've been observing.
and i must say at the humanistic level,
reality is hideous.
to adapt to the upcoming high-key events,
the regimental exercises became disgustingly fake.
it feels as if they're done to appease an angry deity.
and there were lots of dramas showing.
everyone is acting someone they aren't,
and that includes me.
some act to cover their vulnerability.
others act to exhibit their authority.
the rest simply just reveal their true sinful selves,
performing what mankind is best at.
it all narrows down to display
"the fittest survive" at a macro level.
the mind game, the office politics,
the clique versus clique dramas.
all so often and indifferently played out in the most subtle manner.
you actually have to be in the platoon long enough to join in the play.
kay, i'm feeling naggy today
but who cares.
i shall blog about the flip-side of the
ever-so-happening Bravo once i'm in the mood.
ciao peeps.
goodbye yesterday@150109
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