My first half of this week was total crap.

Hmm lets see. First, there was outfield. I won't talk much about my exercise since my blog is u know, publicly accessible to everyone, and secondly, the army is cruel.

Ok so first my boots broke, cracked into half. That means I walked on socks, up slopes, on stone pavements, and you could see small tiny blood stains on my socks aft the 3 days outfield. How the hell can my boots break la. My brother told me it can withstand a grenade blast sia.

So my bro's a liar. Haha.

Next, my head rammed into the vehicle cos it's so freakin' small and the vertical height of the interior is so short. Yeah yeah i shld wear a helmet. Try wearing it for 10 straight hours and your head can probably be used to cook an egg.

Thing about carrying heavy load is it's ok to keep walking and just get the whole thing over and done with. Find the enemy, kill them. But if you have to walk for like 5 seconds, stop for 2 minutes and repeat it over and over again, just cos the first guy can't bash through the thick vegetation, it's 10 times more energy-draining.

So i was super angry after the whole thing and i told my commanders not to promote me so i have an excuse to downpes.

I didn't mean it lar. Just saying it out of frustration.

Alot of things happened lately. My life is pretty empty now but somehow it made me feel there's a new beginning. Like, from nw onwards i nid to make my weekends more useful, go for attachments, find a job and earn money, and stuff. This 2 years shouldn't be a waste of time.

And I will start to keep in touch with friends i lost.

Im smart. I will have a bright future.