Hmmm...visiting ZR's blog and that ass never updates..always see that letter to B which B is...ya. Ha.

How true is that...if I have a chance I think that going back to those OCS days would be great where each day there's really nothing much to worry about but what time we're going to book out during weekend, if we're gonna get gold for the IPPT, how to slack during the 15km run, G-group gathering at my room, doing our stupid pass it down dance moves from Joshua during stand by area, watching each other screaming like a pussy when there are leeches stuck on us, when maggi mee and hot ration pack never tasted so good out in the cold jungle, when the whole platoon cheered for the last 2 guys finally got their gold, when me and ZR should have been roommates instead coz we bitch and emo-ed abt almost anything from officers to training, when I seriously wondered how did I ever manage to mix into ZR and Kenneth's world of atas-ness.

Maybe it's just that during those tough times you got this clown buddy dying with you and the will to overcome it together juz seem stronger. This kinda bond's never gonna be found anywhere else. Sad. Dying out in uni but ha. Seems like I'm the only one really dying out from studies alone. Lol, how loser can that get, no other committments still get so loserly grades.

Somebody save me.