Monday, January 26, 2009

Confessions of a Wirawati 1

I was like in a shock when the trainers in the PLKN called the boys as wira and the girls as wirawati on the very 1st day I stepped my feet in Kem De' Bana. I'm in Bravo and my code is C02, feel like the prison in the jail with a special name.

Activities
Till now I think that the activities are xien...everyday the same routine. In the morning, we have to gather in the padang kawad, sing "Negaraku" and "Khidmat Negara", bla bla bla....Most of time, I close my eyes and start fishing while standing, imagine that.

In the class, we've just finished 2 modules. 1st module is about ourselves while 2nd is about the people around us. There are some small games and activities in the class, but sometimes are really very xien, and I slept a few times already.

For the 1430-1630 period, till now, normally it's creative sport games, first aid talk, taekwando, canoeing, marching...it seems interesting, but actually just ok for me. I think the problem is with me, I'm not enjoying it more. So, I'll try when I go back again.

Riadah is actually sukan. If you're active enough, you'll join others to play bola tampar, bola jaring, pingpong....if you're not, then you'll just sit beside the padang kawad. I played bola tampar and bola jaring a few times, but just simply played, but at least it was an improvement for me as I never touched it in school. Hehe

At night, we have to gather again. Normally they show us a movie that we have to learn in class, but normally I'll just sleep. It was so boooooring...After supper, we still have to gather again outside our dorms, the trainers incharged will start talking and again, everyone is yawning, closing their eyes...then finally we can sleep!!

Social Life
It is totally new for me, because the people in NS is different from my friends around. Maybe we still don't know each other well, maybe I haven't ready to accept, maybe I don't trust others like the way I trust my friends, maybe I always compare them with my friends, maybe I lack of confidence, I'm not being myself..

People gossip about others, so I wonder if they gossip about me also. What I do the most to them is be patience. When they ask me for help, I'll help, but sometimes I can't, because at that moment I have something else to do, or it'll create trouble for me, but I don't know how to say "no", so I'll just go, even I don't really wanna do it, honestly. This is not good, I know. I'll try to overcome this problem.

Private
I realise that I'm very easy to cry. I've cried a few times there, for different reasons...sometimes I think I'm stupid to cry for it. For an example, in the class, we'll be separated into different small groups and change again when new module start. I've cried two times for it, just because my small group will change. Hmm...that's stupid, cause we'll still in the camp. I wanna add something here, I cried not because of I don't want to separate with them, but because of the atmosphere made me think of other things.

I'm not very happy there, honestly, but not very sad also. It depends on that moment. But for one thing I'm very sure, I always think about Port Dickson, my family, my home, my friends, my dear, my school...This makes me wanna go back home faster and dislike NS more. But I still have to go back to NS, I can't stay in this mood again. I'll just feel unhappy.

So I'll try to enjoy it with my heart, get along with mnew friends there, talk more and ENJOY!!
Bless me~~

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