So I'm home, after the transition, from a boy to a man.

Not really how man I've become, unless you count repeating times after you commanders loudly, doing a hell load of area cleaning( which is usually associated with housewife work i.e. womanly, but shan't be chauvinistic here), and alot of shouting and marching.

Finally, I'm listening to proper music instead of monotonous singing; eating proper food by my mom instead of the blegh cookhouse food which never fails to include curry something, be it lunch or dinner; and I'll be sleeping peacefully without officers barging into the rooms at night and yelling something which like none of us remembers in the morning.

NS life for the PES C isn't the most entertatining thing, but my bunk mates are one of a kind. Very interesting. I've written alot of entries into my lil notebook somewhere, and I'll post them up one day. So don't worry, the posts that I've not written here shall be refunded in some sense when I feel more type-y. It's alot of daily entries k. Anyway, here's the first one:

26-04-06
Wed
Day 6 of BMT
-Not feeling well since yesterday. sore throat's cured, but here comes flu. Had a temperature of 37.5 deg today morning.
-Went for swim test, frrrreeaking cold. felt worse, if possible, but still passed the swim test. This idiot from section 4(i'm in section 3) took my bag with all my clothes and my towel in it, ended up that I had to run around in my trunks (disturbing thought) to find him. That bloody bugger. Oh, met Nicolas Benedict there as a lifeguard, and he's really tan and all.
-Area cleaning again. Annoying. Period. Learning to strip rifle, quite simple by the looks of it. Still very fluey..

That's all for today. Off to rest for tomorrow. See ya'll someother time.

Till Again.