POP lo!

Today's a Friday. The final weekday of our one week block leave. Two more days to rest and relax before the commencement of a new week. For the females, we will be attending an etiquette course on Monday, before our official course at OCS starts.

I'm living the moment at the present and I'm happy with the pace now. Two months of BMT. It seems really long. You know, there can be plenty of activities packed in for a recruit from 0530 to 2230 everyday.

The conducting officer for the 24Km was kind enough to tell me the time and exact area in East Coast that we'll be in at the 11.5Km mark so that my family could come support me. I appreciate that very much. Though I couldn't really have a direct conversation with them cause I was armed and etc, seeing them really gave me an extra boost to carry on. 24Km route march was interesting. Not tiring. And it got exciting towards the end. Maybe, everybody knew that it's the last lap already and we're too high to think of any fatigue.

We had a tent to ourselves to change and sleep in. I changed and slept near the entrance on the right side of the tent. I love to be at the corners. Just like the position of my bed in bunk. I munched on the ham sandwich and drank some Milo to recharge myself. Looking out of the tent, I had the most pretty sight of the Singapore flyer on my right. There, I tried to stay awake awhile to allow the fact that we're almost there to slowly sink in. And also, to send out messages to my family and friends. After it's done, I closed my eyes to take a nap. A very sweet nap indeed.

GP parade was fun. Seeing families and friends slowly streaming in kept spirits of many up. Stamping on the grass didn't really allow us to showcase our 'One Big Bird' effect that we've being trying to achieve. But again, doing the parade at this new ground was really refreshing.

I guess some of us had our emotional moments before the re-entry, when the song 'Every Singaporean Son' was played. I had my own, and I saw some of my company mates shedding manly tears too. We know graduation is drawing near. It's bittersweet. Picking ourselves up again, We 'Cepat Lari' back into the parade area. We took our pledge, sang our national anthem, performed the BMTC roar and... threw our Jockey caps. POP lo!

I love the photos that were taken after the parade with my closests. ;D Simply love them.

And finally, I'm humbled by the experience that requires absolute teamwork. I've learned a lot. And there are certain things that I would have to reflect on. Coming for a CCA that results are mostly dependent on an individual effort, I've a different perception of leadership. There are no right and wrong styles of leadership, just a suitable one. But I'll definitely take note of what's the most suitable in that situation next time. It's a learning point I've took from BMT. As Ma'am Judy always like to say, 'suit your audience'. =D

For the Commanders, SMEs and all who had treated me with amazing kindness, I want to thank them all. In times of uncertainty, word of encouragements from these people really help me answer some questions I've had for myself. And when I do have questions again, I let their voices resonate in my mind again. It keeps me going on. I'm grateful to these handful of people I genuinely give my respect for. These few.