after many rumours and much speculation, we finally shifted our bunks (aka my PR home) to the other side of the parade square. at first, i was really expecting the condition of the bunk to be very bad, ie the standard of the bunks back in Pasir Laba Camp. Cement floorings, rusty cardboards, sponge beds, dusty and dirty. to my ultimate pleasant surprise, it turned out quite well. the floor is tiled with those irregular surfaced tiles to prevent slippery situations; the cardboards are a smaller version of what we use in BMT inclusive of a compartment to place the rifle; the beds are shorter and the mattresses are thick. we need to do some cleaning up tho. all in all, i was very satisfied with our new bunk (except the intrusion of two ppl, one whom i dun really hv good impression of).

so, was i excited about the move? or was i emotional? i can't really tell. i din even bother to really pack my stuff until this morning. the feeling's weird, as if i was just doing something part of my every-day schedule even tho it isn't. kind of weird that ppl are around me were making comments about this and that and this and that, while i wud be in my own corner saying "well, it's still quite ok", becoz it was. i din even complain abt the packing and unpacking. weird. totally. most of the time, i wud complain most abt these kind of stuff, ie unnecessary things that we're forced to do becoz of lousy management of the organisation i'm in. oh well, guess i've just gotten too used to it.

guess i've kind of gotten used to all these. all these leaving behind this to welcome to new that stuff. good? or bad? hmm~

tho, i must say i'm quite tired because of all the carrying and the cleaning up. haha.

oh yar, for somebody's information, i'm no longer living above chi sheng's head. ;)

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Johnzzon