There goes another weekend.

I thought after being 1 year in army, things will go easy, i'll adapt to the army life, but it just doesn't seems so. Even up till now, i get the blues about reporting back to camp. It just reminds me about my life as a recruit back 1 year ago.

Well, guess every end of the week, i just have to suck the feeling up. 41 more weekends to ord.

The guys are back from their exam period, and we see them returning to training. Sure is happy to see them. After training, me,al went to eat supper. Talk a lot. As a result of my fatigue, and me, want to sleep, i don't think i can remember all of the content.

What i remembered was that, we are advised to learn our own dialects, and to continue teaching the young generation so that our roots will never be forgotten, and the dialect language will never be lost through time. Sad to say, i find it hard to learn, but i'll give it a shot.

There's this talk about the finding a life companion thingy. AL and I were told that, make sure to find a good one. Especially one who will respect and take care of our parents and theirs as well.
Well, whatever it is, it's true... I'll look for one who will take care of my parents and siblings, and in return, i must do the same, if not...it won't be fair...haha.

Ok...time for dinner and then back to camp...stupid shitty feeling....never mind...suck it up...suck it up...