what i miss about bmt

"it's sad how

treasured memories

slip away

slowly

ever so slowly

like a lover you want to hold

fading."

like it, or hate it. bmt was a bittersweet experience. like it or hate it, it's gone. but we can hold on to what little of it we have left.

"a writing,

an attempt to preserve

the unpreservable

tenderly"

lol... i'm feeling so nostalgic today...

i think actually the 24 klik was one of the best experiences in bmt. when we were approaching the finish, we were so ecstatic, so high. our singing changed from a tired, worn out song, to the loudest and most garang we could ever sing; we felt like we could conquer the world. and when we touched down on that finish point, we felt like we did. then, all the memories of all the route marches we had done in bmt came flooding back. we immediately recall the first 3 klik march, and how we wondered at how we caould complete such a gargantuous task. and we did. and it felt great.in our hearts, everything came full circle, and it was all worth it. we did it together. all of us.

another experience was coming back to the bunk after physical activities. tired, sweaty, wasted, we would sit at the table of section 2, slumped. chunkiat, mus, and herry would rush to the toilet, their towels hanging on to dear life around their waists. and the rest of who weren't so concerned with hygiene would sit at the table, talking cock, and simply enjoy the "shack but shiok feeling", as lt hakim put it.

the sit test was really cool. the best part were the nights. we would cook using a small fire, and later, talk cock over a single candle, conveying our hopes, dreams and secrets. we would laugh and enjoy life in a stiny and wet number 4. and of course, cling on to our wives for dear life, lest lt aaron pops out of nowhere (and he's legendary for this, ask daniel...) and stuns her, burning our precious bookout time.

strangely, i also miss marching back after meals, in our little groups, singing those lame army songs with our own modifications to them....

ah well... remember but don't dwell...

"remember me this way."