i’m thinking.. this trip isn’t going to be just any trip. there’s a lot of significance attached to just one flight in australia that you’d care to guess.
for one, and personally, this is probably the finale of my life in the SAF. it’s been, for the longest time, this point in my mind that signals the beginning of the end. that one moment where you can finally mouth to yourself omg its my turn to ord! already, the sentiment’s settling there, thanks in no small part to some of the best friends i have made leaving after we return. i can finally tell myself to sit back, relax and enjoy the twilight of my days in the SAF, which those sad people will never get to experience.
it’s also another reminder to myself that time is fleeting, that my brief escape with the realities of life is about to come to a close. in a way, its a reminder to wake up again. i’ve pretty much sleepwalked through the last one and a half years so its time again that i’ve start moving in life. i think i’ve put a lot of thought into what’s in store for me after army, and its high time to act on what i’ve thought about. god forbid i should descend into the disgusting stagnant life i had before i enlisted.
more importantly, its the last time i get to spend with the nine specialists ORD-ing the moment the plane touches down in singapore. i can’t emphasize anymore how important these people have grown to be in my life. secretly, i feel this issue is affecting me more than the other remaining specs because the ones leaving are the ones i think i can relate to the most. you know which ones you are haha. its the last chance for us all to revel in our idiocy, blissfully ignorant of all the harsh realities of a world crumbling all around us. looking back now, there will never be good times as those we spent doing absolutely nothing but having the most fun ever.
(and thanks for the secret party on your last night in camp with the steamboat on the roof and through the night dota. it’s another moment in my mental list of moments never to forget.)
and also, it marks the soon to be start of my new resolution to start keeping up with my fitness once we return. i don’t want to be the guy who grows fat and soft and looks back to this moment where he once failed to keep to a resolution only to shake his head in regret. that will not be me, and even though, i have made this same resolution on many an occasion, i think i’m not the same person i used to be and with determination and a slice of hope, i can stick to my goals and achieve something. and by achieving something that i set myself out to do, maybe i can inspire myself to achieve something in my life again.
in the mean time, kangaroos beware, because i’m on my way.
