Mun
hmm. i have a wavering fascination with mun, or man (because it's apparently derived from sulaiman). he's like an extreme example of controversial sanity. i first believed he was just another of those hopelessly detached instructors bound to some mission of leaving us half dead, but with him it never got pass the beginning stage, probably thanks to the teachers. my impression of him dipped more when i heard he called the teachers fcking fools for spoiling his intention of grilling us during camp. not to mention his parang and oversized, overequipped black suits were highly disquieting (they were matched with an orange whistle amusingly). and so it was with a skewed sense of humour that i found it funny when i first saw him smile, baring his teeth jasonchan style. after that he was rarely with us, something much overtly cheered for. but somehow, i started to view him as one with humanity, one who actually did care, for i saw no other explanation to why he patrols the campsite tirelessly and remarkably sleeps for a whole of just 5 minutes, or so claimed. though his presence remained undeniably palpable and fearsome, i silently hoped that he would tell us more about himself as he seemed so forced into and accustomed to his state of detachment. i think, he would've been more suited to live 100 years ago to become some war hero instead of simply quietly keeping out wild boars. i ponder his purpose, what goals drive him. i admire his existence, but at the end of ldp, the predominant feeling i have towards him is strangely, sympathy.
