3:06 PM

Digging... again.

It seem like it took eternity yet the pace is utterly manic.

Shell scrapes. That's what they call those horrid holes. 

Satirically speaking, they're labelled the 'self-made graves of a kind'. 

There, we lay in the dead silence of the night, ironically, we wished never ended, fearing what training followed the next daybreak.

Thankfully, I made it through the 6 days' period.

At the point of return on the last day, the bunk seem like a Hawaii scene washed over our eyes. 

1:51 PM

Gold on the other end of the rainbow.

Pushing pass the limitations.

I say, I will win this routine torture.

9 weeks more to be exact

4:33 PM

12:29 PM

Finally a breath-catching 24 hours before I book in again. Yes, it's a routine torture and I might as well adapt and be on top of my game. So you might ask me what I've done so far? 

Well, the answer's simple: I slept my day away. Let's say I didn't manage to grovel quick enough away from the sleep monster and hence I was heavily induced that forced rest.

You'd probably thought I stood next to a nil in there. But on the contrary, I think I enjoyed myself pretty much. I won't say it's hell but neither will I christianize it to be some heavenly place. Yes, not one bit. Let's call it, 'life-in-constant-reality-checks' and for particular days I'd love to label it as 'screams-in-a-paper-cup'. And fitness for that matter rules the day.

It's a wonderful paradise of confectionary treats, where flowers bloom and lift up into the skies like butterflies and the sun's rays are as sweet as rainbows. The sun also has a huge albeit creepy smile.

It's all about perspective.

5:43 PM

Update me.

7:20 PM

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