Woke up late on day 8, cos we slept reallll late the night before... there was nothing much for us to do really, the main event of the day was the MR "Dinner" in the night. So much so we were called to clean the company's SAR21's just to kill time. In between the visits to Emart and the Canteen, it was soon after lunch, which was followed by the normal NSman survey thing, and also the presentation of certificates of appreciation to those who had MR'ed.
The performance in the nite for the MR "dinner" ( It was actually more like finger food, and there wasn't enough to go around, sad ), was by MDC.... man, they actually DO have some hot chicks wearing too short skirts on top of the usual ahguas. Singapore Idle Sezari Sezali was there to sing emo songs too... most got bored by this, and left for the mess.
The last day was a blur of things, as it was only half a day, and the RSM wanted to outpro us by 1.30pm. There was IPPT that morning (amazing, seeing how in my 10 year cycle i've NEVER seen IPPT conducted on the last day!), and i got up early just to soak in the last few hours of camp.
It was a bittersweet feeling waiting to be outpro'ed; thinking how you'd never experience the quiet of the bunk and the corridors, the smell of cigarette's wafting into the bunk. You feel a bit sentimental after having spent the last good portion of your life with these same few people. Many of us have dropped out, but the core group is always there for each other, cheering each other on in the dreary confines of the camp.
Will i miss ICT? I'd say for certain reasons yes. :) There cameraderie will always be there for those of us who toiled in the mud, rain and sun of Simpang.
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