I’ve finally completed the final highlight of my 26-weeks life in bmt; the grueling 24 click route march. It was overwhelming to say the least. It started out being tiring and low morale prolly because we’re walking on new rocky terrain but our platoon picked up the pace at the 8 click point right after our dinner. Singing throughout the whole thing definitely ease the march. Didn’t help much that I was one of the song ic.

I thought I would wake up the next day without my voice but thank god. We took turns shouting like a loud jukebox singing one song after another, bringing the platoon’s morale up again. The last few clicks to the end point was like, the hardest cuz we were goin uphill. But it’s kinda amazing to see everyone of us working together, motivating helping and shouting together; which is like rare for the past 24 weeks we’ve been together. Heh. Upon reaching the end point, we were all high-spirited knowing we’ve accomplished something.

That sense of satisfaction that comes together with some abrasions and blisters here and there. Hah! Don’t need to talk about my uniform. It was as if I just soaked myself in the pool.

And as I was laying on my bed, feeling all the strains and pains that finally began to set in, I couldn’t help but to really reflect. Six months ago, I was never the guy who looks forward to living life in the eastern island. I never see myself doing combat-related stuff. I never see myself triggering off live rounds, holding a hand grenade, or survived days in the jungle. I never thought that I could walk twenty-four kilometres with 15ish kilos worth of load on my back.

But I did it.

26 weeks of my life. 20kg of fats lost. Hundreds of kilometres of route marches. Total of 8 days living in the jungle. 4 tubes worth of camo cream on the face. 8 bottles and packets of powder used during the stay in the jungle. 2 packets of maggi cooked in a mess tin. Infinity amount of laps round the stadium track. 3.98kg beloved wife that stayed together with me. Infinity amount of litres of the island’s water consumed before, during and after activities… to name a few.

Another week to living a recruit’s life.

I stepped out of my comfort zone for once.

I did the illustration above way back ago for my band juniors. They wanted to create a section tee shirt so they seek help from me. Didn’t see them for ages and I didn’t even know they’ve printed the shirts months ago. So the end product of it all, TADA~

It’s pwetty. haha. Had to limit the number of colors due to budget constraints. ‘cept for the back, I think the front’s cutesy. Well, of course my opinion would be biased, oui? Haha.

felt awkward. weird. just ain’t right.
as if it’s all back to square one.

excruciating to say the least.

and i can’t put them into words.
let alone lettin ‘em out.

just wished it could be the way it used to be.

Just had 16km march last evening. The second last event before we can finally shout and cheer and leave the island happily. 24 click coming up next week. Still feeling the sore everywhere but heck, two more weeks to passing out. It helps that the whole platoon kept singing. Somehow felt less, tiring.

Had our last outfield activity this week. And I really think they were out to fuck us up, since its the last outfield anyway. Looking at other companies who’ve done their battle assault course, we came back to the company line all covered in mud. And note that it was a hot sunny afternoon and wasn’t raining the whole day. Apparently, they said the part where we had to back crawl is simulated in a way that we’re crawling in a puddle of water. Uhuh, the other company who did theirs just after it rained, wasn’t all covered in mud from top to toe like us. I swear that guy finds joy in doing all these to fatsos.

On a totally different note, I think I’m gona dress up as a dead japanese soldier for halloween next year. I’ll put on camo, get a super soaker and walk around town. How bout that. And you know the best thing about camo cream? It’s veggie oil. So it’s edible. It makes your skin irritated, like hell. and to remove them, just wash ur face with soap ten to hundred times to achieve optimum result. It’s also an alternative to putting on eye liner/ eye shadows for those goths in you. Just slather the cream around your eyes, and wipe off with a damp cloth.

Christmas’s coming. I want a Wii bundled with a set of Rock Band, dearest lovable Santa. Or just a Macbook Pro will do.

Oh, and world peace, too.

And and. I used to like, totally seriously abhor green tea (not those green teas served in japanese restaurants though), those with jasmine scent in it. Now Im liking them, just cuz its the healthier choice, next to blueberry tea. heh.

The band at the void deck started making noises again, clangings and ching chang-ings. I have nothing against them but every clang of that damn thing is well, like waking the dead up even. I’ve just walked for 16clicks last evening, body still fatigue and now at home trying to catch forty winks. But no, they don’t let me do so. Thank you very nice. Lovin’ it. I’m tryin to fit rihanna’s song into their beat.. “Please don’t *clang* stop the music *ching chang*…”.

Awsum.

lemme just give a brief summary of how I spent my one week leave. Heh. I really miss those days in which I don’t need to wake up at 5 and sleep at 10.30.

I do miss working with Oops. I miss just hanging out with anyone and everyone. I miss late night going outs.

Last night’s zouk to celebrate Dave’s birthday was awsum. Just felt somethin missin. Maybe it’s just me. Heh. But it’s fun, aniways. Threw a birthday surprise for her the day before, at Mcdonalds. She totally didnt see it coming.

Pictures below. I just realised there’s this function in wordpress. Slow, i know.
Gah, booking in is just a drag. But oh what the freakin heck. One month away to passing out. Means one and a half year more before I could really do what I want. Heh.

This one week leave is kinda scary too. Call it peer pressure but omg, my platoon mates are up and jogging. Just last Saturday I got out of my house, to the bus stop. And then I saw this jogger from far, and when he got nearer to me, I realised he’s in my platoon. Like what the fark? He just jogged past me. He’s jogging, and I’m there, going out, going to chomp down on bad bad food down meself. The horror when I saw him jog past me. So on ah, these people.

And then I went down to SP just now to see the people in Oops!. So one of the photogs were looking at the past pictures inside Aperture of the times in Oops.

I nearly hyperventilated. And I stared hard at pictures of meself during those times in Oops!. Like wow, I didn’t realise I was really pudgy back then. Like, really badly obese. Like, someone just edited me in Photoshop and resized me both horizontally and vertically, like, a ball. Like, okay you get what I mean.

I got back home after a brief meeting with Jask, Clar and Don, took out clothes from my wardrobe, changed to my track shoes, gulped down water and off I went jogging during the wee hours past midnight. I know, what? Hak? Hak jogged? What Hak? He what? But omg, the guilt bugged me. Scary, I KNOW!

So aniway, all this about me saying I was soo totally a fatso back then, well I do admit I still am. But it’s a great vast difference that I can see between the 5 months back, and currently. I’m just, a better me right now.

At least double chin now became 1 and 1quarter chin. And squarish chubby face became more, defined.

But my love handle’s bothering me. The most stubborn part that refuses to disappear fast. Anyone got any pointers to lose those fats there? I heard sit ups and crunches would make it worst.

Yay. Finally my one week leave is here.
That’s like after three days of being in the jungle for some test
Think I lost some weight through that but gained it back over the weekend.
Heh.

Should be a pretty hectic week. Well maybe, as long as I don’t stuff myself silly day in, day out.
Needs to be a week of catching up with friends I’ve not seen for quite some time.

Take me away, to better days,
a secret place, a sweet escape,
Take me away.

And it all flashes back into my mind. Memories fresh like it happened a moment ago.
I found myself grinning to myself.

And then I realised I had just woken up from my sleep.
And it’s all a sweet lil dream.
That will never come true.

Imbecile.
Moronic.
Dumbfuck.