...a machine that would be able to capture my memories and print them out into photographs. Of course I must be able to choose which memories I would like to print, since there are also certain past which shouldn't be mentioned anymore.
I was lying on my bed on Monday night thinking about the buddies that I have made during BMT days. Just being with my current bunk mates remind me of those buddies because both groups of friends are just as crazy and fun-loving. There were many funny moments that I had at P.Tekong where cameras cannot be brought in to put them into pictures, otherwise I would be flipping through the photos and laughing at them. The way we pushed our cupboards and beds out of the room to do area-cleaning, marching to the cookhouse singing the same old songs, lying down on the floor instead of on the bed after breakfast to avoid being caught by sergeants for sleeping when it was time for area-cleaning, all the silly moments when we sat down together to polish our pair of boots because that was the only 'common' past-time that we have since there were really nothing to do, or the times we gathered to form teams to drag people from one bunk to another to tau-pok* them on the bed or just whack them for fun since it was near the time we pass out from BMT, so on and so forth...
Doesn't army sounds fun this way...?
Of course there are the fun and the not-so-fun moments. There were training that I dislike, yet get through certain training are a very good form of encouragements. Through the service, I have come to like jogging more, learnt how to eat a little more healthily, got to know that chocolates are such nice food and I will buy lots of them to eat during depressing moments... Hahaha... Ok, that doesn't sound too encouraging for those that haven't got enlisted yet.
But I will never forget the friendships made in various camps, these precious friends that went through the various training that we had together. And of course, I found my old neighbour through my service to the nation, and also got to realise one of my platoon mates actually is living just 5 levels above where I'm living now. Singapore is such a small country... =)
Time to prepare my stuffs for the trip! =)
*Tau-pok is actually a chinese delicacy, but the name has since took the form of a "team-building exercise" that is highly dangerous whereby someone would be forced onto the ground first, then all of the others will stack on top of him till it looks like a pile of human-blocks, after which you will hear one another screaming for help =P
 | yea i agree man... photos represent a time lost which will never come back again... ;) |
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all of the others will stack on top of him till it looks like a pile of human-blocks 
