Sleepless night.
As the title suggest, I have trouble sleeping. I can’t sleep, for no apparent reason.And I’m blogging from my BB, Yes I am that desperate.
I have tonnes of memories stacked up in my secret shelves, where I hide my embarrassing stash of scribbles which I like to call it poems, and the famous biodatas, as well as my memories from PLKN.
PLKN always have the sweetest spot in my heart, dun be fooled by the statement. I say so because of my haywire emotions that I was encountering at that point of moment. I am not an adventurous person. I was cursing when I found out that I have to serve the nation after my SPM. For 3 Months. Yeap, crazy, I know.
You know what’s worst? I had to go on the first day of a brand new year, that was 1/1/2006. So you can imagine how I felt about the whole thing. I grew a romantic affair with my hp which I dread of the thought of parting with it. It was horrible. And, to think that I dun get to speak to my friend, *texting as well*, it just kills me.
Life was meaningless until I was introduced to the true meaning of exercise and independence, well it became much pointless. It’s like a sound of a ticking bomb, any moment I am gonna burst out crying from the agony of blisters from the stupid boots, as well as the pain in my body after exercising which I can never get used to.
The food was tasteless despite of being served for 6 times a day. The whole camp was designed to torment us, ME.
We were located in Mersing, a place where we can see the waves of the sea, hear the sweet symphony coming from the waves, but you can never swim, or play at the sea.
The best thing about the whole camp was the sea, and the sunrise, and sunsets, and of course full moon.
Eventually, everything got better. The food was really amazing after they change the caterer. The morning exercising were not that painful anymore. I manage to made some friends…and had trouble with them afterwards. *drama* I manage to be a superstar in the camp by singing in few oh-so-glam occasions, walked in the forest alone, experienced so many things that well, I might only experienced it once in my lifetime.
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So just now, when I had trouble sleeping, I “digged” my old diary and came across the wrath, where I tried to note down every activities that I did for the day, and how I felt on that day, what sh*t happened, and how I screw up and stuff. As I was reading, I could really see the things I did, you know like the whole scene came alive and flashed in front of me. It was pretty surreal.
Anyway reading that made me feel how much things has change in me, and how matured I am from the past. Things I’ve gained and lost, like people, heh.
Anyway, if anyofyou, are about to go to PLKN, my advice is don’t be afraid. I assure you that it is definitely going to memorable that you are going to treasure till the end of time. Of course, you will feel crappy, and so silly, sometimes you will wonder what the hell you doing here, but hey.. This is an experience that you will so enjoy, maybe for only once. So go ahead and embrace the opportunity. But of course, I would never go again if I was asked to go the second time! *are u freakin crazy??* haha!
I miss all my wira and wirati from kem sekakap mersing, first batch of 2006. I have their pictures, but I fail to remember their names. *sheesh*
That’s all I guess. My ramblings and memories on my days in PLKN. I still can’t sleep!
PS: did I tell ya’ll hw much I like blogging from my bb? So freaking convenient!





















