Army? What Army?

My first post after what seems like eternity. Sorry to all (if any) who still checks back here. Well, you see, in a week of 7, the army takes 6 and leaves you with half, with the other half wasted on stupid things like getting home from a remote island. So half a day isnt actually alot for you to accomplish alot of things. Blogging will definitely not be a priority. But since A's results are tommorow, i should probably put a record to today before anything changes.

Time spares no man, Im now 4 days to POP. 13 weeks whizzed passed just like that. I lost 3 kgs, some brain cells and a bit of hair, but gained some muscles, made some friends and acquired some social skills.

Accomplished some goals, made some achievements; but the greatest achievement comes in overcoming yourself. When you pushed on though your physical self refuses to budge, when you made the right choices even though its not the choice you want to make, when you fought on though circumstances proved impossible, when u strived on even though you were the last man standing; that's what sets you apart.

I dare say that the amount of military knowledge I acquired is minimal, but the lessons I learnt from communal living and interaction are boundless.

Became more patient and peace-loving, more acceptable of people different from me, and learnt to be humble to the unhumbled. It's no wonder people say BMT is the most memorable part of NS; it is your last chalet. Here's to a greater regimental year ahead.