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hmm so my bmt journey ended last friday. but honestly speaking, i dun feel like i have accomplished something great. no, not that bmt wasnt tough. in fact it was quite tough. it s just that i think there are much worse torturing to face and overcome, and this is just a miniature step. 1 year 8 months more. that s 20 more months to go.

ok ok let s be a liiiiiilllllltttttttllleee bit more cheerful. i completed 24km route march. that s a WOW factor. it was quite bad at that time. but looking back, it s not that bad. apart from the after effects of the march, which includes a migraine on the right side of my head, burning temperature, heat rashes, abrasions, blisters, back aches, and fatigue, it isnt that bad. i havent collapsed yet, which means, my mind was still in control, which means i could still walk further!

yea call me nuts.

anyways, block leave has been pretty much quite boring. slept my whole saturday away, ok throw in a bit of mahjong. then chalet on sunday with section 2. rundown place but spacious and it was quite a good gathering overall. blasted the place with my amp, someone brought a ps2, the bbq was not bad, there was drunk action and we had some sleep. so, everything was pretty much in place. really proud to find a diamond in the section. self sacrificial, organised, loyal, funny and a gentleman. rare rare rare. i hardly had to do anything for once at all. thanks marcus.

tue, accompanied mom to hospital for operation. everything s well. wed, met ying lun and went for nationals at cck stadium. sa did well. fantastic job. then had a mad rush hour with ying lun and nic kang since the commando was going to be late for book in. 30 buck cab ride. thrilling.

one thing i wanted to type about for quite some time. i just dun geddit. what do people actually see? seriously. virtues? or they just cant see them? or they ignore them? or they interpret them so damn differently? i really have no clue. what s wrong with the world?

read a book, read between the lines, see behind the words, get the basis, get to what the hell the book is about. see something good, like it. see something bad, hate it. simple as that. why are there people who read incorrigible books and still love them? what do they see in such a book? are there no distinct universal catergories for good and bad?