What NS Was Like Part 1: The Whole Dang Thing and Wahtnot and the Like

Note: I have decided to write about NS in 2 parts, the first (this one) about the thing, the second part about the amazing people I met there. :D

So, around last year, I got the notification letter that I had been selected for the National Service Training Program... Aaaaand I also ranted about it a whole lot, most of my ranting involving outright denial and refusing to go. Yes, I wasn't exactly right in the head that time around due to PSPMS (also known as Pre-SPM-Syndrome).

 

Anyway, this year on the 3rd of January, I made my way to my camp (which, come to think of it, is pretty amazing compared to camps everywhere else).

This is what the sports area looks like. With sections divided by trees.

I'm telling you, the first couple of days, I was so miserable the very weather got freaking wet and moody and dark and cold. And it being the monsoon season had nothing to do with it either.

So yeah, but after a while I decided that being super-emo wasn't exactly going to help. After all, it was only temporary. I mean, I might as well lose some weight while suffering.

So after that, I became my normal self. Okay, more like my half-brain-dead self cause I didn't want to process anything cause I knew I'd freak if started thinking about it. (Which I did, once)

And being half-awake was okay. Everything went on real smoothly, and I wasn't late. Not even once, most of the time I was damn early so trainers started noticing how awesome I am. (As you can see, being half-awake makes you not truly aware of what others really think of you)

And I got into all the activities like any good camper should. Around that time, I had convinced myself this was just like summer camp and the worst that could happen was that Bigfoot would come knocking on our doors for s'mores. That's actually more dangerous than it sounds because we weren't allowed fires and you can't make s'mores without a fire and when you don't give a Bigfoot his s'mores... *shudders*

Anyway, we did stuff like what-most-people-call-the-flying-fox-but-what-I-stubbornly-referred-to-as-the-flying-squirrel-zipline. And we went kayaking! :D Where me and my partner went at racing speeds until the instructor screamed at us to slow down.

"Slow down!" "Screw you, we don't care!"

And then they let us handle guns. :D Which wasn't as fun as I thought it would be. D: Just aim, pull trigger, and try not to have your gun blow up in someone else's face.

They let me handle a gun? What were they thinking?

I'm hoping that this picture generates lots of attention from anti-firearms people who will bring lots of media attention to me. :D

Then, we did tons of other stuff and ended up throwing our berets into the air.

So long, suckas! We're out! Peace!

You're probably right. Maybe I'm just a bit too lazy to really write a full post with a million pictures. But in my defense, I'm not even sure if this post is legal. We weren't actually allowed to take pictures of the training.

Anyway, the training did not change me one bit. My friends I made there did. But that's another story for another time.