Saturday, April 12, 2008
flying off to the land of tom yam and muay thai nxt week,
not on holiday but for training,
time really passes by real fast sometimes.
people dread and complain about their days in national service,
but seriously without army, i would not have experienced combat life,
opening my eyes to the efficiency in which countries build on their defence,
but nonetheless defence from each other, which is quite absurd when i think abt it sometimes,
territorial political egotistical sonavubitches we can be that leads to war,
on the other hand, it has been around since human race set foot on earth.
setting that aside, this funny or rather painful experience happened to me,
while we were resting for awhile during our march to a mission,
i so happened to lay my stuffs around without checking the ground first,
but it was dark as hell as it was late at night, close to midnight i think,
when our instructors asked us to fall in, without checking i put on my webbing,
everything was okay till when i put on my helmet,
first glance i thought the particles that fell from my helmet were sand,
but when i put on my helmet, i got the biggest shock of my life,
i could have sworn hundreds of red ants were crawling all over me when i put on my helmet,
i had to jettison off all my equipment and stuffs, and i was frantically dancing away,
that was the most painful shit ever i tell you, and not even injuries i had before was comparable to this,
luckily, i wasnt bitten badly, so my face is still normal,
plus my instructor told me his part of the story when he was in same state,
and he just treated it as heat rash because he was proning on an ants nest and was attacked,
one note, its either he loves the pain or he is just plain crazy.
hmmm....enough about that,
i am reading a book, titled "the catcher in the rye" by J.D Salinger,
not that bad, since its the first book i picked up since bronze ages ago,
kinda leaves you pondering at the end but its alright,
one quote that kinda leaves an impact on me,
The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause,
while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one.
for that, i bid adieu, till after thailand.
10:04 PM