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Friday, July 11, 2008 @ 10:36 PM:
The short 5 days of my 1st book in really seems like 5 weeks, i've finally struggled back home after i realised that there wasn't any shuttle bus back and the there weren't any taxi services around that area. The training had not yet started, and i believed that it would be demanding and intense. Schedules are always as packed as ever, we alrdy had our saw live range today and upcoming next week will be on gpmg... Punishments and regimentals was so fcuked up, though i have no choice still, where they punish for every slightest mistake, till the pt that we have to do stand bys even more than ever in bmt, long dist marchings for trainings and all.

But all these physical trainings and punishments were still nothing, my stupid appointments that i got gave me the most mental stress. While the rest were alrdy having their rest in the early evening, i'm still not yet done with my task and what i had left was just the few mins before RO. I gotta race with time day after day, running up and down the building collecting medical slips out of 65 people. I'm so so tired of it, though it's just the 1st week, unlike platoon ic which rotates around every week, i gotta do the entire shit myself for rest of the 9 weeks. I'm so stress up while some people in my bunks are kinda self centre so i have no choice but to catch up with their work each and now, but after all we come from different backgrds so bad luck i guess. Even still, i have to stress of what songs to sing during the long marches and no matter how much i tried the platoon still gets punished everytime.

Time and time again i keep telling myself to endure through the entire course, but sometimes i really wanna wriggle my way out of there cause i can't take it sometimes. It may just be sooner or later before i get a breakdown. I barely have the time to talk to anyone on the phone. Even so, the stupid starhub doesn't have any network there. Just how long can i still go through this.

Fcuk it man.
so come on, tell me.
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