It was a sensational feeling. Euphoric. A great sense of achievement, pride and brotherhood. Well, the bunch of us pulled through together, and in front of so many people, we made it known. It was amusing at times, especially when the crowd applauded when the company falled in, checked strength and marched off to get our bags. I wonder if they knew we did that numerous times everyday. Then again, perhaps they applauded the effort and mental resolve we put into our training. Passing out is a happy thing, but parting with the buddies is not. The next phase of training would be with another group of strangers. It would take another adjustment period. Nevertheless, we will just accept it as soldiers do.

Being home for longer than 2 days is like going to some foreign land. I feel uneasy here. There is no one to tease, no one to joke with, no interesting characters to observe. There are a few such characters in my platoon. And it is amusing at times to see what they are doing, and for what reason, although it would be quite impossible to penetrate their thinking. In simple english, it was interesting looking at those mad clowns. So many things happened in camp but I don't suppose anyone wants to hear about it. Army stuff is always boring to those who haven't been in it. Anyway, it really feels strange at home.

I just found my favourite CD. "Wu Yin Liang Pin". I had it like 5 years already, but it is still as beautiful as ever. It is simply heaven, lying on my bed reading my favourite book, with the CD going on and on. Oh, not to mention the prospect of many more of such days to come. By the way, I am on block leave next week. Woah...!

Hmm.. It seems that I still can't control my temper. There is something really wrong.