i have abit more than a week left. to do whatever i want before going in again. well maybe not whatever i want. but i'm partially missing bunk life with my section mates. however un-cliqued we are sometimes. being the only malay speaking indian muslim, my section has a division- the english speaking and the chinese speaking chinese. both of which are very kecoh at times... we live by our very own motto, our very own essence. always the last to fall in, seemingly the most sloppy of all the sections in my platoon. the best part is, i cant imagine us being any other way.

now, after everything that we've been through together... and our caps've been thrown up in the air (more than once) in joy, i can gleefully say that it's been a worthwhile experience and i feel abit proud of myself having to hold it on my own thus far.