Writing has become such a chore. Nowadays its the case that i blog every weekend. Only when i have the mood and time to do it. Usually the mood will be pissed or else i have no inspiration to write about something. Right now im pissed because i have written in quite awhile. Hence, there's inspiration...I think. More like motivation.

Past 9 weeks has been "enriching". I learnt how to take responsibility...well sort of. How to get things done right away when there's things to be done. No more procastinating. How to be confident in whatever i do. Even though it may seem wrong at first...just realize it and keep going with a little bit of adjustment here and there. Yeah. Improvise. And conditions are never ideal. You get what you're given and make do with what you have. Squeeze out the best results even from the most shittiest situation. That's the army. =)

9 weeks passed so bloody fast. We didnt realize it was going to be that fast. We kept bitching and moaning and how grate we would be once we get out of Tekong. I hate more reasons because i live so bloody far away from it. Every weekend i take more than an hour to go home and go back to tekong home. That's the only bitch factor for me. Other than that, trainings fun, tiring, and sometimes things are done quite ridiculously dumb. Maybe im the only one to realize it. Or maybe im the only one to voice it out. Either way, thats the pissing factor of my BMT.

Well, hard times are gone. We move on. They'd become mere memories and we try desperately to stay connected to one another. I doubt everyone will do that. Only a certain few. The certain few who doesnt really care what others are like. But how much of a company they can provide. You give and take. You give in before you make others take in. You dont make them take what you give. Yeah. It'll never work that way.

Goodbye Cougar Company. Stay in touch soldiers...