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i'd forgotten how my comp looked like. or how a mouse feels, or the sound of headphones on my ears, or the kick of a good joke, or the brilliant touch of a hot shower, or how i smell like without sweat.

bmt does strange things to you. it makes you hate your fellow man for freaking stupidity, or immaturity, or cracking dirty jokes that aren't remotely funny, or taking a crap and not cleaning up properly...

what about it can i say? obviously there's the physical stuff, the PT... that is more mental endurance than anything, at least for me. (i ran a 10:31 2.4k... shaved more than a minute off my previous best!).

there's waking up early cos of idiots who set their alarm clocks to 4:30am and then can't wake up to turn them off. the mosquito nets that stink and are bastards to set up or pack in.

there's loads of swearing and bad jokes. the kind that most of us guys grew out of in primary school. like saying fuck for a secret pleasure that i've long outgrown, or brainless innuendoes about sex... and the scary thing is people actually find these jokes funny. i thought everyone grew out of it by sec 2 or 3; it's depressing.

the food sucks. its only just slightly better than RI boarding. and what they lack in quality they make up for in quantity so you get overfed on frankly crappy food.

generally there's lots of dumbasses with no common sense or decency... like things like cleaning up after yourself in the toilets... or not polishing your boots over the tiles on the floor... these things don't come naturally to them, somehow.

there's the sweat and stink and sticky icky feeling which stays with you all day and all night cos there's never enough time to bathe and the shower's uber cold (i can't take cold showers). and there's insane tekong weather - 37deg temp, burning sun with no clouds, sudden downpours...

but it's not all bad. most of the sergeants are nice in person even though they're strict about the discipline and all that, shouting and stuff. there isn't much pumping in my company yet (not that i'm complaining). the warrant officers are good, they know their stuff and they have fantastic experience.

mine's a warrant officer company, which is supposed to be a good thing, cos you're not led by noob 20-sth officers but really good warrants in their 40s-50s. my platoon's quite lucky, we don't have fucktards for sergeants or anything, no vogons.

life is really not as bad as i'd thought. and there're friends i can rely on, in my platoon, company and all around. without them i'd go insane. special thanks of course to DC, pooch and shaggy.

ok i'll probably go a bit more chronologically when i can think of stuff but i'm really sleepy now and my own bed is calling out really invitingly so i think i'll let it fulfil its function. night!