Field camp makes you appreciate simple stuff all the more...
it's not like it was hell...
but the fact that I needed to dig a hole everytime I shat sort of bothered me...
and the uniform was another damper...
having it clinged onto your body for nearly 5 days straight iss sort of irritating...
I don't really mind the environment though...
spent half a night sleeping in my self-dug drain...
much more comfortable in the miniature water catchment areas...
more commonly known as a Basha.
yea...
and the other thing that ticked me abit was the fact that someone..
fricking stole my POCARI SWEAT powder....
damnit...
after seeing so many of the packets lying all over the camp site..
I never got a chance to try one...
...
so it's 3 more weeks to the end of bmt...
and 3 more weeks closer to physical torture phase..
anyway...this bookout...
I was pretty fortunate to have completed quite abit of stuff I wanted to do...
playing Sangokushi again...
getting my Katamari...
my Corrine Bae CD....
and other things...
sigh.
but it's only temporary fulfillment...
I just wonder...
where the hell I should go after ns...
and then after...
Self
30/12/1987
Bleach
poetry
Rock
Pretzels