A really really really short week in camp because we cant do training without the special people to supervise hence the buring of leaves -_- Had chem drils training on tuesday which ended up in only 1 team doing due to the thunderstorm (yeah!)

Sad part is i have to say goodbye to my bunk already, apprently the higher ups want us to shift into force level so as to bond the platoon? Thats retarded, same bunk doesnt = bond, i doubt they understand or will they even try to understand how we feel. We propose a different numbering of the bunk so as to reduce the number of people moving but they refused our suggestion. Reason being that so it will be fair... perfect answer... what to do... they got 3 stripes, we got 0, they got 2 bar, we only got chin up bar... no point arguing... suck thumb and live with it

Finally meet up with jt after so long, seems like school is getting worse, maybe is just me but it seems like most batches after 1991 batch sux alot. Anyway, pass her an early birthday present which i have no idea if she would even like it and i dont dare to find out... sometimes the best present to give or receive is that the receiver/giver is the person you hope that would do something like that for you.

On a last note, a piece of bad news? Seems like my knee problem is far worse than expected, going for further x-ray before the doc decides if i need to have an operation or not... haiz... fml... just when i got over my mask phobia