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I have no idea why, but today just reeks of mehhhhh. For once I didn’t feel like springing to my feet when my alarm rang. Maybe it has something to do with the copious amounts of green phlegm stuck in my throat, but I doubt that’s the only reason.

We’ve got our regular area cleaning session before the daily first parade at the moment. My bunkmates all seem to be in a similarly foul mood. Everyone is just lazing around in the bunk (obviously we’ve already completed our area cleaning responsibilities). If they’re not resting their heads on the table, they’re just slumped back in a chair, looking very sorry for themselves.

Hopefully the rest of the day gets progressively better. We’ve got speed training later, which means that it isn’t likely to get much better very soon. Time to psych myself up for the hardcore interval training and Tabata PT we’re in store for later.

Ciao, for now.

My first week of BMT was quite an eclectic mix of highs and lows. Our introduction to the discipline, responsibility and most of all the regimentation in the army was a real eye opener for me. Although I had some initial reservations that I would not be able to cope with what was essentially a completely new experience for me, my fears proved to be quite unfounded.

The most memorable point of the entire past week must have been the OCPT which Cpt Teo introduced to us on Sunday, only our 3rd full day on the island. To say it was tough is a massive understatement. It was however a good wake up call and highlighted that army would not be just a walk in the park. Following that initial session, I am sure that I will be more prepared for more doses of “doing some” (what our Officer Commanding says when he actually means “doing a hell lot”).

As of this writing, I have only two days till I book out for the first time. Till then, I guess the outside world still remains a distant privelage that serves as short term motivation, week in and week out.

The worst is yet to come, but I believe I am ready. Time to steel myself for the long journey ahead.

P.S. Penghui (sitting next to me) sez hai.

Doubt the mind but not the heart
for therein lies passion to play a part,
But yet the noggin still does say,
“Run! Flee! Pray, do not stay.”
“Maturity, a rite of passage,”
chimes the pump with it’s clear message.
Resignation, belief;
Emerge

A man.

Finally bought my guitar today! It’s a Seagull S6 Original. Solid cedar top, laminate cherry sides, maple neck and rosewood fretboard. Made in Canada. (yeah no shoddy Chinese guitar for me) I did quite a bit of reading up before I made the plunge, and all I ever read about this particular guitar was praise, and so far it has not disappointed!

I rushed home, changed the strings, tuned it up and I’ve been playing it non-stop since 10pm. Oh what joy!

Time for bed, but before that, some pictures!