The Day Nothing Became Something Became Anything

Sometimes I just seem to do the weirdest things to hurt myself. Like that one time I deliberately walked into a lamp-post just to get a feel of how it was like to hit my face onto cold hard steel. I guess that I may have a very dominant masochistic personality. Either that or I'm completely insane. But that's not exactly the point of my entry today.

Today, I want to talk about the inherently vulgar four-letter word which can make or break all the lonely souls out there: l-o-v-e. Yes, it's the time of the year again when foolish people fall in love and get their hearts broken, be it by someone new or by someone they'd least expect. Forget all the "power of love" and the "love will keep us together"; it's all bullshit.

Here's what love really is. It's physical attraction with a dash of lust, a pinch of blindness, stirred within a concoction of confusion and never-ending doubts. That's love. And that's why love is very dangerous. Take it the right way and you'll live long enough to feel the pleasures it can bring; Take it the wrong way and you're on a one way trip to your personal hell.

I'm in hell right now, and it isn't exactly bright and cheery down here.

The Day I Pass Out From BMT

I know this sounds cliché, but I'm going to say it anyway: Time passes really quickly. BMT's finally over, and I'm finally no longer a friggin' recruit! WOOHOO!

We just had our 24km route march today (which was surprisingly manageable) right before our passing out parade (POP). Tiring as it was, today was the best day of my BMT experience. Here are some photos of our happy moments. More on my Flickr.



My detachment sergeant, Sgt Rishi.



Some of my platoon mates.



More platoon mates...



With my mummy!


The following photos are never-been-released shots. Enjoy:



Doing push-ups during the Detachment Challenge. Spot me!



Helping my buddy during the Detachment Challenge. Spotted me?


That's all for today. Gotta go to bed. Too tired. Will blog more soon...