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Dear Diary,

Dear Diary,

Dear Diary,

Its been a whole nine weeks in Military Police Training School(MPTS). It is almost as long as we been in Basic Military Training(BMT). Well we managed to pass through safety and managed not to get "OOC" at all. Quite a blessed should I say it myself.

Well I enjoy myself with the new bunkmates compared to my BMT bunk buddies. We managed to like go out for meals a few times already. Its been really enjoyment to have companies to joke with and to share certain details about life.

Enjoy though I don't like probably one of them, I manage to let it go and move on. He is much more better than that guy in BMT which nobody likes at all. Well moving along.

I feel like drifted. Lazy want to do a lot of things. When I'm at home, its totally laziness. When in camp, I do the most hardworking things and do things that I will never do at home. When I'm at home, super laziness.

How? Its the fasting Month. With the Raya coming along, its like sooo many things coming along. Can't be that I put a stop to everything and everyone come to my house soo dirty and stuff. Tell me about it.

Your Laziness Sign Out

Dear Diary,

I'm not feeling good about anything. Right now I feel torn and broken down. I really wish to really cry. With this two song playing in the background, I feel even worst;

1. Lafaz - Nana
2. Terlanjur Cinta - Rossa

So much I want to let out and release. It has been really tough not to keep some of it back. Somethings I really want to let go of the extra baggage that I been carrying along.

Do you understand what I'm going through? Its not your fault. Its my fault. Should have known. I'm just praying for everyone's happiness. That's all.

Its going to be a rather long night.

With Love,
Zulk

Dear Diary,

I'm now in the new course already for about 5 weeks. I'm quite sad to leave my BMT mates and we have to go our separate way. Our allowance has increase quite a bit and that makes me a bit happy.

My new camp bunkmates is quite interesting. I'm the oldest in the section but I try my best not to think about the age gap. They just makes me feel more younger than normal.

Training quite slacker than BMT. A lot of lectures everyday and that really drains our energy a lot. At least we have a lot of time off for us to do our things.

This is some of the things I'm quite fortunate for;

1. Don't need to wash the toilet
2. Washing machine
3. Do not to march back from cookhouse back to camp
4. At least half an hour break for our meals.
5. Better food at the canteen
6. Camp quite near to my house

I don't wish to complain much about this camp. I know I have tried. Pray hard that I get into the place I want to be.

With Love,
ZulK

Dear Diary,

**clear cobwebs.. blow the dust away.....

I haven't been updating this blog since I left for Tekong. Since I left for National Service. Since I left to become a man. Since I was force to go out of my comfort box and move out. Since I was force to grow up. Since the government said so.

I can't say much about Tekong. This is some of the activities I manage to got through tekong.

1. IPPT
   
2. SOC
3. Field Camp
4. Range with my rifle
5. SIT test
6. Throwing of Grenade
7. OC/Recruit's Night
8. 24km Route March.

All that accomplish within 13 months. Many good memories with my bunkmates and many bad memories that has happen so far. Nonetheless I'm quite thankful for all the things that happen in Tekong. Even after I left stories still lingers around.

I'm quite proud of myself for that moment in time. Lost weight gain weight all within the period of time. As we left for our own courses in life, I know deep down inside no one understood what has been put through for you.

I miss my mates a lot but I know I have to step out. Passing out parade, no tears at all but the sense of accomplishment is always there. Stepping out of the ferry makes me feel happy that I won't ever need to go back there.

With Love,
ZulK

Dear Diary,

I don't remember when was the last time I updated my blog but I know its not that long. *Unlike some people who blog once a year perhaps. *wink *wink.

This time I don't know what I personally should blog upon. Seriously. Mainly one of the reason is some events happen back to back.

Let me reminiscence what had happen earlier on;

1. Bedok Town Secondary School - One of the worst camp I had ever gone and will not try to do anymore. Mark my words on this. I'm going to blacklist this school.
2. Ngee Ann Poly - Oh Gosh... My holiday resort of the year and I will definitely do it again. With one condition is that I get to do the camp in school.
3. My short getaway - It was interesting. I got not much to say.
   

This is what I had missed;

1. Granduncle funeral
   
2. Meeting Grace before she goes back to UK
3. YEC YEC YEC.. I need a recourse.
4. Fazlinda's brother wedding.

I'm getting irritated cause my room is in a mess and I'll be enlisting soon. The fact that I can't do any camps irritates me. The thought of thoughts irritated the hell out of me.

The only thing I'm actually proud of doing is.

Reading Tuesday With Morris. I cried while nobody was looking. Kudos to me. I hope to read more and more.

Hopefully the next post will be blabbering.

With Loves,
Zulk

Dear Diary,

I woke up today at 6.30 and 930 respectively. I managed to like do up some of the translation right and get everything right. I have bathe and everything.

Let's say Nas try to call me. Nas did one day event with me and I never really did any 3d2n camp or get to know him better. I think he has a judgment that i am quite fierce and will take no for an answer type of person.

Well when I manage to pick up the phone, he said;

"Zul, I need big favour from your. I really need a big help from you. Please"

Me being me, I pause to listen for a while and really don't wish to say much. I realised he wanted to change his camp with me and thats all. Some of the reasons was interesting that is. Anyway I'm quite free thus I just change the camp.

See I'm soo nice.

P.S. Managed to do camp with Shi Hui they all. So Exciting.

With Love,
Zul

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