In primary school, when PSLE comes, we all talk about which schools we wanna go, how things are gonna change, maybe we won't be as tight as we used to be when we go our separate ways but we all still looked forward to the next phase of our life and are eager to complete our exams.
Then secondary school comes, and we miss the carefree primary school days; the skirt chasing; the evening basket ing dunkings; the drama practices; the boring choir class; the volleyball competitions; and the occasional fightings.
Before O'levels, some of us went for DSA trials, some of us starting flipping through the book about the various junior college and start planning which streams we wanna go into, what subjects to take etc. and it's the same thing again: we looked forward to the next phase of our life and are eagar to complete our exams.
Then JC comes, and we miss the times we spend together as a class for three straight years together.
A'levels was a whole new ball game; everyone went on crazy mugger mode cos our future is really gonna depend on it. Which university we go, overseas or local, which course to take, whether we can get scholarships or not, and they girls and boys are forever gonna be separated by the two year gap from now on. Still, we looked forward to the next phase of our life and are eagar to complete our exams.
Then army came and we start to get confinements and stuff while the girls go on to meet the new world of more nature boss; good old times of bridging and hanging out suddenly seem distant.
Army was the an even higher level: nothing excites us more than the illusive ORD. We enter BMT to countdown to the 1 year 10 months mark. We go through thick and thin together and the bonds forged were never before experienced. But yet again, we looked forward to the next phase of our life and are eagar to complete out exams....
And when the end finally reached us, we miss the confinements that we so hated; the tekan sessions; the outfield moments shagged out while looking at the stars above us; the overseas trip; the early book in for mahjong session; the crazy nights out that never ends till the first light; and even the random sitting around in each other's bunk felt so precious now, so much that we're willing to sacrifice many things to go back for reservist together...
University started and everything was more about personal development and things turned pretty individualistic. Still, I know I'm gonna miss hall life, mugging sessions and lecture time just as I have missed whatever I once hated after it's gone...
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The cold, the loneliness, the boring lectures that doesn't affect our grades, the sometimes sucky self-cooked food, the prolonged darkness, and most importantly, the distance from people I love...
They suck, but I'm probably gonna miss them so much when I fly back to my reality.
This reality is slipping by, and I'm definitely tightening my grip on every moment I have in this dream that feels too real...
I'm coming home, but I'm coming with a story to tell!
