omg.
i miss my life during cibtc.
i dunno why la.
miss the scoldings,
the crapping sessions
in the mess hall and in the drill shed
and in the toilet and in...
omg...
i can go on and on.
i miss marching from morning to night.
cursing and swearing at the same time.
i miss
polishing my boots in the dark with
my bunkmates,
munching on biscuits at the same time.
taking the risk of getting caught by the ciis,
and our plans to hide under the nearest
beds if there is a surprise visit from them.
haha...
what a laugh la.
i miss the time when we changed in the
bunks when we were not supposed to.
hiding behind the closet's doors
so that we are away from prowing eyes
next block.
i miss our spraying sessions,
when most of my bunkmates "lined up"
so that i can spray my deo at them.
"hey azura, i wanna spray can can can?"
thats what they used to say.
i miss all the lectures
eventhough its damn boring la.
i miss the squad debriefs
eventhough i seldom open up my mouth.
mostly,
i miss my squadmates and my instructors.
their jokes,
their rants and complaints about getting
scoldings from the logistic ciis was fun to hear. :D
to see vincent's kiasuism in
completing the homeworks was fun too.
and in our squad,
i think i'm the one who bathed the most.
at least once a day everyday?
haha...
germ phobic i am :D
i hope i can go for the 73th cibtc as a cii.
fat hope?
oh well.