yeah yeah im finally posting. haha well i pop-ed (passing out parade not POP) last tuesday, yeah bringing the entire bmt phase to an end. people say you would miss the bmt life the most haha well i guess i can see why. when i saw all the parents coming into the grand stand to get ready for our parade, a part of me was dying to leave with them outta that island but yet another half was kinda wanting to stay. haha yeah i guess when u spend 9 weeks of joy and well most of the times, agony and torture together you really start to form this erm, camaraderie if you may.

recruits night went well, i guess in terms of people having fun. yeah we rather nervous before our item. haha i remember samuel and i trying desperately to memorise the lyrics of those 3 songs, okay yeah fine i forgot parts of them subsequently but wadeva.

the last few nights were truly, memorable lol. whole load of fun when we really had a war against our commanders and subsequently, the adjacent company. never forget how one of the commanders crept in while everyone's asleep to smear peanut butter (yes those u spread on toast) on my friend's ass, and then camou cream over his body and wrote "army" with a black marker on his back. haha hilarious moments. how leonard(our muaythai champ and resident bodyguard) pinned down the commander and we blasted him with prickley heat powder lol. then the last official night it was really like some war cum prison riot, people were armed with wadever liquid or molten substance(of which included sweet corn, detergent, etc.) they could get, storming bunks and chasing one another. my section sorta became a 'city of refuge' for our platoon thanks to our highly fortified and reinforced defence structure(which apparently came crumbling down with a push). haha oh well, pure fun.

ay well if you ask me if i miss bmt life? yeah definitely, miss the entire orion culture of being all so regimental and yet tough in a fun way. well maybe not so much of the former i suppose. okay just waiting to see our postings before we head back into wherever we are posted to on monday.

listenin to - this ain't a scene, it's an arms race by fall out boy