3 weeks in BMT

*** A little army lingo here, so bear with me... :-) ***

Wah, I actually survived for 3 weeks in SAF!

Let's see.... what happened...

A lot of people i know are near my Company, old and new.

At least the place doesn't get too lonely when you turn around in the cookhouse, and get to wink at someone that you know.

Mr G0dspeed is in the same platoon as me, my secondary schoolmate lives in the same bunk as me, and Jason, who can't pass his 2.4 (muahhaah) is staying in the same block as me. Still got a lot more... but if I continue writing, this might become a novel... hahha

And Horrors of Horrors!!! My Platoon Sargeant is my classmate in Sec 1! Took me quite a while to recognise him, and when I did, my platoon mates were already egging me... Extremely stressed.... but just before the confinement period ended, The feeling just faded away, which feels kind of good.

My Platoon Commander is a battle dwarf. First two weeks, He was always looking us down like we are trash, but he got nicer just before the bookout too. Scary feeling, but it is great to take off the heavy sack off my back.

The training is still tolerable... Guess it's the way of progressive training, and I can manage 15 standard pushups!!! and 40 crunches!

Living in the bunks is comfortable, maybe those with outgoing lifestyles like Weiliang may go crazy, but seriously, if given a choice, I would want to continue living in the camp just like that. All the basic needs are met, and it feels just like a second home. haha...

And guess what? I'm chosen as one of the four AAR I/Cs! It's something like blogging here, only with a little military sense.

This also caused a little bit of stress to me. You see, the Platoon Commander also reads this. Very stress, because one post caught his eye, and he talked to the platoon with a stern tone, demanding for the writer of that post. I was out in Singapore at that time for a medical appointment, so the whole platoon thought I wrote it at that point of time.

And the 'arrowing' begins. So does the stress. But after I got the AAR book on the next day... CHARLIE BROWN!!! I'm not Guilty LAH!

Also, one of our platoon mates got a little crazed and booked out on parent's visiting day. Apparently, after injuring his back, he keeps complaining about it and has a lot of suicidal thoughts...

Right now, he's AWOL, meaning that he doesn't give a shit about SAF, and goes missing in tekong without telling anything. But if he comes back, we would LOVE a Blanket Party or sorts....

On the other hand, one of us got a knee injury and his specialists opted for him to go out of training. That means he can't complete his BMT, but he has to stay with us and do whatever the storeman tells him. Super sad.

I almost went into that state, and the only difference was that the doctor asked whether I can cope with it.

Right now...I'm still pressing on... the painkillers are helping... which is good because I don't wince a bit every time I walk. I want to give it my best shot.

Also I kanna platoon offender with Peter, because in the haste of completing something in very little time, our signatures were out of regulations. Heard from my friends that it means signing for extra guard duties, either that, or the being easily arrowed type.

Stressed.......