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Friday, June 08, 2007

why? bmt is fun? no seriously, if bmt had been fun, then civilian life has to be like a theme park ride. the 8 weeks had been hell, lest the weekends and the early bookouts. If given a choice of having a more spaced-out schedule or super-packed-till-you-can't-breathe schedule but with 3 last weeks of early bookouts, i'll choose the latter. tada, here i am on a thursday/friday midnight blogging. i know you rest NSFs are in-camp now, lol.

we shifted camp recently, from school 1 to rocky hill camp, which required a tonner ride to the ferry terminal (we used to book out by marching, now we take a friggin tonner). it's a real hassle, but rocky hill camp has its benefits too. i now get a fan directly overhead my bed, the showers have doors, and there are 2 toilets per level. how "cool".

i'm glad i'm passing out soon. not that i won't be stepping on this island again, but somehow being able to officially not sleep in tekong again, feels good.

i thought about the many activities and grueling trainings we had over the past few weeks. i was talking to 2 of my cabbing buddies on wednesday night on the cab, discussing about the things we had went through over a short 8 weeks. i've came to realise how much i've been through, the pain, the achings, the sweat, and maybe to a lesser extent, the blood. all these add up to the grand finale-graduation parade next wednesday.

and yes, and i've also done my 24km route march. i remember vividly at the auditorium on the first day about the route march. just the thought of it makes me feel sick, imagine walking from my home to changi airport (takes slightly less than 24km).. but i did it, overcoming all the giddiness, the pain, and the pure fatigue. it's a feat. for me that is.

i won't give up till the moment my knee buckles.

army is useless, teaching you alot of redundant stuffs. but there are some things which i learn in army that are particularly useful. i learn to never give up. i've seen cases where my platoon mate dragged himself during the 16km route march, only to fall out 500m from the end point. he was evacuated to CGH for near-heatstroke. life is fragile, espeically when you know you can die at any moment.

but i don't only live for myself, i live for my dearest and my family. well, i may seem a little emotional here. not really i guess. army is cruel, army had made me lose my old self. i'm becoming an antisocial bugger, even in-camp, i hardly talk to my platoon mates. they asked me to go out for a drink, lan gaming or whatever, and i'll just politely reject them. not that i'm complaining, but yes you are right, army does change people.

so far, i've seen many people changing for the worse. hopefully, i won't fall into this army trap.

perhaps, a good sleep at home will do the trick! lying on my soft bed, with the aircon blowing. sweeet! now you know why they say "home-sweeeet-home".

lastly, yep! i still love my dear :) she has been the reason why i'm surviving well in army!

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