This is it, its the final countdown to my first ever Pass Out Parade at the Marina Bay platform! I am worrying that the amount of pictures taken that day would be little, but wait, I don't even have a camera. pfft.

I actually penned the deal to sign on with the Air Force, not sure whether this is the right move I've made, I just hope its not a regretful decision made.

So many things, yet with only one week left ticking on my watch, I am seriously starting to ponder where my next phase of army life is gonna take me. Hopefully, I won't become a rifleman.

If you are thinking that I have become a nicer person, think again. I have gone back to where I was in the past.

What's wrong?

There's something terrible going on within myself. I'm am very sure I know what it is, but I can't seem to take it out from me. Venom has arrived at my doorstep, devouring my good flesh every single minute.

Grenade!

"Grenade loud loud!" - Wrong demonstration. I thought I could heave a huge sign of relief as all the high-key events had finally come to an end. And yet, I was wrong. Due to the heavy downpour on Wednesday, the entire live grenade throwing had to be postponed.

Thankfully, I passed my second IPPT! I can't boast much about my chin-ups yet, it's pretty half screwed-up-but-yet-somehow I did it, 6 pull ups in total. I shall not mention the rest of the stations, its a waste of time. Just when I thought IPPT was already jialat enough, the next event was introduced during the start of the week - Standard Obstacle Course. So there were a few stations that were idiot-proof, but yet there were two stations that took away my palms. The blisters and burns definitely screwed up my mood this whole week.

During my BMT life, the rationales behind every punishment or every procedure gave me a clearer picture of why I had to go through all these. Seriously, the physique and mental strength have increased. Though it's a positive sign, the only negative thing is, once we are out from our BMT life, everything goes back to normal.

Credits and kudos to those who were always there for me during this period of my life. I really appreciate it from the bottom of my butt... I mean heart. You guys are just awesome. (:

We come from different walks of life, realizing that we have the same goal to strive for - Pass Out Parade (POP).

Counting down with only 28 days left, this is it my fellow recruits, this is it.

Okay its dinner time! I am back home people...