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Friday, September 11, 2009
BMT is over.
looking back, i really do not know how i survived through.
though i wasnt in some enhanced companies like cougar or jaguar,
not to say ninja.
yes i was in HAWK company.
proud to be there.

three months is not long,
neither is it short.
happy times, sad times.

24km route march is not as simple as thought.
i almost gave up.
tears rolled down my eyes at numerous times.
walking up the long long, neverending slope was really part of the march i wanted to fall out.
tears started to roll when i finished it and i looked at my friend panting heavily, trying to catch his breath.
i looked into him and told him that i really wanna finish this with him.
heart sank when one close mate fell out along the way.
was totally speechless and happy to see him coming back to rejoin us in some time.
tears started to roll again when i saw the end point of the 24km.
tears rolled yet again when my dearest officer looked at me and said this exact line before my parade,
"after this parade, i am no longer your PC".
bonds created. parting hurts.

parting really hurts.
regardless of who it is with.
i'm starting to feel that i do not understand the close ones around me.
they seem so near one moment,
but they seem so far the second later.
is it me who is too fucked up?
or what is it because of?
soon, all will be revealed.
i will take whatever the result shows.
bye to some.
(:

i finished typing this entry at 1:37 AM

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spencer
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26 sep 1987
ngee ann poly
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