Haha. I've been abandoning my blog for a long ago. I didn't know what to write. Didn't have much things to put onto my writings. So I'll cover back what I was supposed to write loonnnnnngggg ago. :))
The guy I asked to took picture of me randomly snaps a shot. But it's a good shot. Passing Out Parade 2011. :))
Annual Dinner 2011. Three days before Passing Out Parade 2011.
Thursday 22nd of December 2011.
It was hard to believe. Today (22nd of December 2011), as in, I kept asking myself a question "dude, you believe that? I just passed." To me as I stepped out, it was already a mixed feeling. Happiness, sadness, cherish, whatever you could have thought about. Having the title "OP" or "Old Putera", is something I thought impossible to achieve when I was a form 4 boy. The title was for alumni's who went there.
But it was now something to laugh. The things you used to whine not because you don't like it or you hate it but you're merely bored of it, you start to miss it. For now, I started to miss my marching days, the days I laugh with my friends during annual dinner for the whole Bravo Company, doing things without getting "kantoi" or busted and et cetera. If I were to list down the whole list, it would be a lot. And as usual, it left such a big significance in my life.
The Parade.
I woke up that morning. It felt like it was like any other ordinary day. Probably because I kept on doing the same thing on and on for 2 weeks.
Like that. :)
That day, I felt heavy as I threw my beret up. There were many other berets that was thrown off in the air, just like the other normal graduation day. It's just as throwing up the berets, while them it's those hats. Get what I mean? It ended already. That 1 year that felt like 10 years, is over. :))
Our working uniform or called "No. 3". My friend used it as a souvenir, each of us placed our trademarks on it called "wuzer". I heard it came from the word "was here". haha.
The conclusion? I felt grateful going here in RMC. Indeed if you live here, you felt like as if you were isolated from any connections, feels like living in North Korea. There's a saying that my classmates made, "when you live here, you are like a frog trapped in a glass jar". What you see outside is something you could never get. haha. Now coming to it, I would always remember that saying and laugh over it. I would remember the boring moments and the moments where waiting was like hell, and living of bored to death. That time was after SPM, though it was only a short while, just few days before our 2 weeks Passing Out Parade marching. haha.
Poking around other people while waiting our ring.
During clearance. Packing things and rushing.
Bored of waiting.
The OP ring. Finally. haha. :DD
I would always remember that this school taught me how to live of whatever it takes. Of might and will. Of blood and strength. Whatever the obstacle is, you have to go through. And the key of all the answer to all hardship was, a smile. A bright smile. No I'm not exaggerating things. I'm serious. Try it yourself. Forcing yourself to smile or smirk, or smile when you are going through hard times gives you hope to go further. Yeah, and I did it.
This school also taught me of how people interacts in the outside world (that's what we called because they say when you're here, you're in a "different world"), how to handle problems when out there and how humans, are humans. But for every problems you faced with yourself, your brothers are there to support you, giving you strength. So I'd like to thank them, everyone who supported me, for what I am, I grew stronger. So it is true what they said, this is the place "where it separates the men and the boys" (a saying from someone I heard last 1 week ago in career talk by ex-boy here). This is the place where I hated because of the bitter, but love it because of the sweetness I gained here. Thank you for making my life colorful. :))
The chapter "RMC" has already ended for me. I would consider this as the only school I went for full years, without switching. 2 years is something, definitely leaving a remarkable memory in my life. Out of bitter, sorrow, happiness, cheers and everything, I would cherish every moment I live and used of what I've learned 2 years from here in the future. Definitely, it's a great, an extraordinary memory.
New year is coming. It didn't felt like new. Still felt nostalgic. Haha. :DD
For everything that's happening, let it be. It already ended. :))
So uh, what's next?
Asyraf Amir. 2011.
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