one more week of a wonderful week of jeep course, n we’re back to bedok camp. where the gates of hell r waiting for us. where the sergeants r wait to gear us up for our scout course. good things always come to an end some day. sigh. then the suffering comes, but i guess it will come to pass some day. altho pain seems to stick to u longer than pleasure.
i found out dat u can actually tell alot about the driver just by observing his driving. i learnt alot about myself while driving. much to my surprise, driving isn’t exactly the brainless activity i imagined.
sometimes, i think there’s dis barrier between me n some of my fellow troopers. of course we share many light-hearted moments n experiences, but sometimes i feel we just talk for the sake of covering up the awkward silences. how i miss my bmt mates.
alvin ong dozed and watched the sawdust trampled night @ 9:59 PM
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