I abhor the early mornings when i will struggle to drag myself out of my bed/bunk and get my ass moving for the start of the day. Contrastingly, i adore late nights when the buzzing city slumps into a deep sleep and the surroundings tone down in terms of contrast and sound. People return back to their home nests to find their personal warmth and love, as we take our well-deserved rest after the day settles to dust. I treasure night moments for its wholly therapeutic effect; allowing one to find your own personal space to reflect, while casting aside all other forms of woes that may have bugged you for the day. I think more clearly and rationally at nights and somehow, pondering over issues alone in the cosy room of mine, keeps me reminded of the events that have culminated over the months and keeps my direction aiming at the correct azimuth. Many a times, we have experienced sporadic deviations from your desired path, and small things that we have encountered over time really do affect your overall thinking. Whether be it bearing hatred against someone, or even just casting a look at a stranger who has weird dress sense, will affect your way of life, maybe significantly or superficially. Thats how our views and values shape over time as we grow and sometimes I do wonder if i had really changed dramatically since i stepped foot into NS. Perhaps from my own personal stand, its no doubt hard to realize such changes since it has already sinked to form part of yourself, but to people around you, such short-term change maybe quite jaw-dropping but you are still oblivious to it.

Anyway, its already 4.34AM and i can't believe that i have been glued to my lappies for the past... hmm 5-6 hours? Like what i told my sister: ensure that i didn't fell asleep on my bed, just like yesterday after booking out from camp at 10pm, since weekend time is precious and i really don't wish to just waste it all in my dreams while waking up in horror to find out that its time to book back into camp again. With only less than 24 hours of booking out time at hand, it will be best if this period of time can be used wisely, with my family in priority definitely, as well as to settle some unfinished business before i report back to camp for section live firing. I played 3 dota games, 2 of which i owned and the other was too shagged to even react after i died. Really missed those school days when we will have incessant over night gaming sessions, and drawing back to this point of time, many homies are either stuck in camps or having overseas missions. School times are still the best times... trust me, and such realisation can only be made in retrospect.

Platoon Infantry Fieldcamp... My view that fire movements are meaningless drills will continue to stand staunchly and everytime i go outfield, i always myself question why am i doing this in the first place? Why the fuck am i wasting my youth away in this mosquito-infested fieldcamp site, attempting to kill enemies simulated with target boards, while being convinced that blanks are to add elements of reality into training with surround-sound, rather than to simulate live rounds. Argh spastic trainings that i just wanna get it over and done with. Shouldn't SAF start reviewing and revising whether conventional jungle warfare with shellscrapes, fire trenches, flankings, MG post will even come into existence given that there will be war in the near future? I can't imagine Singapore invading into Malaysia (just a convenient example), and me as a AI trooper, doing fire movements in the Malaysia jungle while clearing the trenches that the Malaysia troops have dig and camped. Haha most likely, it will be the leopards tanks, fighter jets and marines playing key roles in the showdown and i will be the one resting in my bunk.