My 7 weeks of Modified BMT is officially over. Although 7 weeks is a short time, a new bond was forged. I can still clearly remember how everyone were strangers on the first day; there were still much ice to be broken. But after a personal introduction session, we became friends and begin talking shit to each other. As days go by, our relationship became something real strong, as though we'd known one another for years.
Everyday when we sang our songs to the cookhouse or any particular places, it meant nothing much but entertainment while marching. However on the last day, when we took our last march as a platoon, singing the same usual songs towards the ferry terminal, I actually felt something. Its hard to describe that feeling with words. I think I'll miss Tekong together with the people and everything that happened during that 7 weeks.
All those enlisting these few days, all the best and have fun. I can say as much as I want, but its never more real than going through it yourselves.
I'm surprised that it still hurts after all these time. It still affects me, makes me feel down, darken my day and make me lose my way. I need a soulmate, a companion, a someone to hold when I'm all alone. I'm empty.
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