te-kong!

honestly, i think bmtc looks more like a holiday resort than a military institute. even the ferry terminals on both ends and the ferry service.

and i never ever stayed in bmtc. neither will i get a chance to. so all those who hated bmtc, or those who dread having to go there in the future, do know there are worse places to be. it's not just the environment. if you are at bmtc, you are at the poster place for national service. things there would all be merrily under and sheltered by the system, the way the system was meant to be. there are worse places.

and so tekong was a not so bad experience after all. it rained so it wasn't that hot, though my boots were very very muddied as a result. and whacking wasn't all that bad. maybe the hotline issue at play again. also refreshed on navigating, which i learnt in secondary school. quite a useful skill i say.

if you are ever in a situation where you could learn something, do your best to learn. these are good skills that may come in handy some time. rather than waste your time being a passenger, why not go learn pro-actively? time will pass anyway.

and the stars. probably one of the few favourite parts i have of going outfield. beautiful stars, with no city lights trying to blind our eyes. and the nice clean air, the greens and browns of vegetation and wildlife. what do i not like then? combat rations, not showering, not brushing, no communications to the outside world.

and all in all, it was a pretty good experience, and i still managed to book out to go to church. oh yeah, Lydia reminded me of something today. if you never step out of the boat, you will never walk on water. that's where faith does the work innit?