My NS Days

Day 6.4: First Kelas Rohani, Which I Skipped Thursday, June 19, 2008 |

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I'm now in JLB (Jurulatih Bertugas' office) with 2 teachers. They're watching 鹿顶记 on the little television on top of the shelves. One of the teacher is playing Chinese music on his laptop, and the 2 of them are watching the kung fu show together.

This is fun. I'm in this little room with air-conditioning, music, tv, my diary and my novel. This is a far cry from having to endure all the activities the whole day. I miss air-conditioning so much!!!

Chatted a bit with both teachers. I hope next time i'll have some newspapers to read. I'm feeling a bit cut-off from the outside world, not having a clue what's happening out there.

Oops, i forgotten to mention. It's Kelas Rohani time now. When we were filling in the forms, i put down "free-thinker" (If i was younger, i'd probably put in "Christian" instead since my parents are both Christians), so here i am in JLB, getting to pass going to classes since i'm actually free from any religion. Everyone else are in their respective classes according to their religion, listening to ceramah or something like that. As far as i know, there are only 3 trainees (including me) who are free-thinkers. The other 2 are not really free-thinkers. They're orang aslis (natives) who have their own set of religion, different from Islam, Christianity, Buddhism.

On another note, i bought nasi lemak from the mak cik down the road near the camp gate. She strike me as a very nice and friendly person, offering to help me buy anything i want that she's not selling at the moment. This is my first time buying from her. She comes every night to sell food, drinks, toiletries, stationery etc. According to everyone else, her nasi lemak's supposed to be very delicious.

Labels: day 6, jlb, kelas rohani, nasi lemak, teachers

Day 6.3: Lovely Dormmates |

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Got a little too emotional this afternoon. Things always get tough sometimes. Nothing i couldn't handle.

My dormmates are great. There's this one girl who complimented about my figure more than once and told me she thinks i'm pretty (yipee ya ya yipee yipee ya). Damn i'm superficial.

Labels: day 6, friends

Day 6.2: $@%#ing Hate It In Here!!! |

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I would very much like to write that i'm having a wonderful time in camp, feeling happy and all, but then i would be lying.

Well, i'm getting along quite well with my new friends here, it's fun hanging out with them despite the communication gap. And unlike quite a number of my friends who couldn't stand the kawad sessions, i kinda developed a liking towards it, though of course, i would've preferred kawad-ing in a mosquitoes-free environment. Seriously, they attack you like tiny swarm of bees, especially during the early morning 6.30 am line-up. What's worse, we're not supposed to move a muscle when we're dalam barisan, so it's breakfast buffet for them mosquitoes while we suffer through the unbearable itchiness.

I know i know, it's not good to complain. But i'm gonna do it anyway, in writing. It's just not healthy to keep everything pent up inside.

Complain No. 1, i am so not used to the hectic timetable (Which, by the way, we're not even given. I mean, we wouldn't know what's been planned for us or what we're supposed to be doing next until say, when we actually start doing it. I don't like not knowing whatever's going to come next. Is this fear of not being in control? I dunno *sigh*). So, the hectic timetable. Right.

Truth is, i've been constipated for 3 days. Cuz everytime i feel like going, the timing wouldn't be right. Heck, i wouldn't wanna be halfway through doing my business when announcement goes off summoning us to gather in padang kawad in 10, or worse, 5 minutes. So i'll have to pick times where i'm sure i'll have at least like, 15 minutes of free time. Thing is, when i do have the time, i'd rather be writing, or reading, than squatting over the toilet staring at profanity written with marker pen all over the plastic door. Hence, the constipation problem.

Complain No. 2 (Oh, we're only at 2? I feel like i've been rambling for so long already), i feel so goddamn filthy. I've been taking showers under mental pressure, pressure to shower quickly so as to not let my friends wait for me (Yes, we shower together in separate cubicles), or getting left behind. Reducing the number of times going in the shower is not an option, cuz i sweat like hell ALL DAY LONG, even at night. It's a freaking sauna 24/7 here. Perhaps because we're situated right beside the sea? So basically i rush through each shower sessions, mandi kerbau, as the Malay simpulan bahasa goes. Damn.

One last thing. 20% of the time i couldn't get the joke they make in Malay. I feel for some of the Chinese guys who cannot understand slightly-intermediate-level-Malay. During CB classes, they haven't the slightest idea what the teachers want them to do. I noticed the boring expression on their faces, which i totally understand. I myself am doing my best to stay awake during CB classes. Feel damn sleepy even though i went to bed on time and slept like a log the instant i hit the pillow.

Labels: character building classes, day 6, depressed, friends, friendship, mosquitoes, shower, toilets

Day 6.1: Teacher Flirting in Camp |

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Woke up before 5.30 am so that i can take my own sweet time brushing my teeth, cleansing my face and getting dressed. My runny nose is gone (Yay!) but still got some sore throat.

I wanted to write about a particular teacher's behaviour yesterday but well, beauty sleep comes first. So here goes.

While we were dalam barisan (in line?) yesterday night, there's this female Malay teacher who flirted with a male Malay teacher in front of us, saying "Cium ku, cium ku!"("Kiss me, kiss me!") to him. WTH?!?!?!

I wasn't the only one who heard that. Later in the night, back in our dorm, the girls were talking about how miang the teacher is. Talk about inappropriate behaviour.

Conservative Malays? No?

Labels: day 6, malays, racial stuff, teachers