And Yankee Coyline @ Rocky Hill Camp is definitely one of them.

9 weeks of BMT just gone like that. It didn’t end off quite the way I expected it, perhaps due to the fact that School 1 didn’t get to carry out the actual ceremony due to rain. We didn’t exactly throw our jockey caps high up in the air, the sense of liberation wasn’t as overwhelming as expected, and somehow I know I’m going to miss that place when all of us report to our new vocations the coming Monday.

I must say that Army is really affecting my life quite a bit. I don’t know why, but every time I get to somewhere new, I learn something new about myself all the time. I recall that when I worked in Inputronics (the credit card machine company), I realised that I am someone who lose my temper very easily when the other party (merchant/shop owner in that case) refuses to listen to me.

Then come BMT. BMT made me realise that I hate being judged, detest being maligned for things, overreact to certain things even though I don’t feel that I’m overreacting, as well as the many other weird traits which I don’t really want to be reminded for. More importantly, BMT made me realise that I don’t like to share in an insecure environment. Not to say that my sectionmates and friends in BMT are not trustworthy; I guess I don’t build trust with people that easily anymore, as compared to before. That comes back to the point that I’m afraid of being judged, I guess. So to my buddy, I’m really sorry if you found me boring during BMT, I just can’t bring myself to talk much about certain issues which I feel that is very private? Or sensitive? I’m dead sorry.

But I thank God for these bunch of people who appeared in my BMT life. Even though all of us are so different in many ways; even though our values, opinions, thoughts clash in so many different occasions, I’ve learnt so much from all of you. Even though we may not have any more chance to meet up any time soon, or anymore, I will always remember you guys as the ones who accompanied me through the first part of this bloody long journey.

However, it’s also time to move on. It’s time to move on to the next part of “this bloody long journey”.