Finally I'm out from tekong officially (well I have to return to take my soc test). I'll touch a lil on my bmt experience cos that's wad people like to blog after they have passed out. I'm still experiencing this feeling of a big fuck when I walk around. There is this air in my head that has yet to be deflated. I have to constantly jerk myself ..back to reality. As a private, I still have to salute to the old man with the white hair and white suit and his stick outside KFC.

Army has taught me to be grateful and thankful. Things that I have obliterated and taken for granted as a civilian ,even trivial ones like walking my own way. And not having to be in tandem with people.