I tell you. The last week was depressing. I was actually considering whether the 2m ramp or the parallel bars would give a higher chance of inducing an injury just nice to get me out of the camp. But no, I tried to snap out of all that depression, but usually, to no avail. Oh, actually it was more of a sinusoidal adventure, ups and downs, highs and lows which actually create somewhat of an insane mood swing kind of thing which actually induces confusion and emotional instability. Before I get to say, " Great hello world ". I'll be on my way back into camp. That's how life is. Weekends are sweet but before the sweetness sets in, the fatigue overwhelms and cause time to go two times faster than normal. But after all, sad or happy is just another feeling.
What happened the last week? I should keep the finer details to myself lest I get charged. Being a trainee makes us level 2 slimes. In BMT, we were all level 1 slimes. Now, we're slightly greater, but that only subjects us to greater torture. Hopefully, we will eventually become more than slimes. Maybe. Maybe..a snail.
If you ask a rifleman. What do you do in the army. He will reply with gusto! We swamp the battlefield, we are the bedrock of the army and we are the ones who charge at whoever threatens the peace of our homeland!
Noble indeed.
If you ask a medic. What do you do in the army. He will reply. I save thousands of lives in times of war! I heal people with broken limbs and wounds!
Noble indeed
And then.
Ask me. And I'll tell you I build bridges. -.-||
How noble!
Okay. I'll have to verbally narrate it to make it even sound half funny.
Adaption is hard, especially when you miss your friends. I miss Jaguar, I miss platoon 1. I miss them all, I miss tekong. In fact, I would not mind staying a recruit forever if life could continue as perpetual BMT for 2 years.
Anyway. Finally booking in timing is no longer the ridiculous evening timings. No need to take ferry anymore!
And yeah. I realize the profoundness of my posts is dropping drastically!
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