Field camp,

Muddy uniform. Brown boots. Persistent stench. What an experience.

I think I can never see myself, in the middle of a forest at all cost within 4 seconds, proning down on a suspended branch and break it with my groin again. It's all for the sake of not "re-field camp".

Yet, miraculously, I survived it anyway.

Ok. I'm not going to talk so many things with regards to my BMT life here in my blog. I think it's kinda boring, unless you really come and experience it. I wish I could have the freedom I once had.

Please give my freedom back to me asap! =(