Not too long ago, I was a little hesistant yet excited to go right up to that island for the training recourse that I was supposed to undergo. Then, not long ago, I was in that island waiting to be called, I remembered that scene vividly, every detail, every move.
I admit that I am going to miss this bunch of platoon mates that I have encountered. This is what I call a true all walks of life gathered in a pan, or perhaps platoon. We have people ranging from those who are masters of the hokkien dialect to those who speak no hokkien but English, Queen's English and maybe, Hongkong English...haha..we have people who will constantly act as our response to the sergeants while we continue with our afternoon nap. We have people who are obstinate to the core and insist on their own rights. We also have people who have no clue to whatsoever that is happening around them.
Well, I am just one person in betweem all these fantastic people that made our platoon the most unique amongst all and of course the least co-operative. Unfortunately, just a week ago, I realised that my stay with them was short-lived. Yes, all because of that stupid obstacle, or was it that I was at the wrong place at the wrong time that has caused this mishap. Guess, I am injury prone and all I can do is to treasure whatever short time I had in this wonderful platoon with the other fellow people who have encouraged and supported each other throughout.
I feel like a handicap since the 24th of April, 2004. I realise that people give away their seats for me and that special attention has been given to me when I alight taxis or am fetching for one. All, yes ALL the taxi-drivers that I have encountered so far were all willing to get off their seat and assist me, be it boarding or alighting. I feel warmth here like I have never felt before. Perhaps, this fracture was a blessing in disguise, letting me feel the inner soul of Singapore which I have neglected and rejected for the past several 13 years of residence.
Yes, of course I am disappointed and sad that I was taken out of course yet again. I guess I will never be able to complete this training for the rest of my life without sustaining any forms of injury. Though I would really want to complete it and achieve what other Singaporeans are able to. Yet, I failed. Initially, I thought that I was in pretty good form when I took part in everything and even the voluntary night trainings.....well, maybe I was just not meant to be there to complete it.
Again, as I looked for people to talk to, there was no one available but just my family and God. Maybe, that is enough. I am starting to do some soul searching to find out if there is anything wrong with my friendship policy or maybe there is something wrong with me to begin with. I often hear from people that once they call their friend, they will respond and that they will go out instantly. Wonder if that is magic or what. BUT, looking at the bright side, maybe they are just too busy.
At least, through this encounter, I realised some other people do care for me and wanted to visit me. Though these people were never considered extremely close to me and who have their own lives to take care of, were willing to spare the effort to travel all the way for a visit. Thank you so much. Well, I am not in such a critical condition so, thanks anyway.
Last thoughts for this entry, I realised that there might be complications for me since I fractured my heel. I have to really scrutinise the orthopaedic surgeon on Wednesday so as to re-assure myself and my foot. Meanwhile, boredom is really setting in and inconvenience is now my best pal.
I am starting to miss the Double Bass.....hmm......
