People get emotional with different things.
Those close to me know that when landmark events are about to happen, i get darn emo. Like, P6 graduation(post), passing out from npcc(peak),graduation from newtown(prom night and it had to be on ken's b'day=x), getting through A's in acjc, entering ns(highlighting the fact that we lead different lives?) and now passing out from bmt(soon).

They say that when you get older you learn to hold yourself better. Your emotions no longer enter phases of drastic turbulences. The periodical de javu moments make you less crazy to events occuring. People no longer make you go crazy too. You just keep it in and think and think.

I am thinking now. Now that bmt is over, it is not the twelve days break that is so big a thing. Like i said, ns is most important for marking out to us classroom people that life is indeed about to move on. The mythical suffering and whatsoever is overated. Being in a situation when you are forced to do and engage with people you may or may not want to associate with will make you reflect more accurately on people you already involve yourself with:family and friends.

So many people asked me if i'm going to ocs or command school for that matter. But as my bunk mates will testify, i blatantly expressed explicit disinterest at all commander interviews and whatever. I need time now that bmt is over, to spend with people who matter and i choose. Situations in life i have a hold on and not some weird messy picture someone painted me into.

Yy asked me to organise a HK trip=) A delightful thought. But she knows, and i know, the probability that it will happen is quite low. For different reasons, we know it most likely will remain a nice thought in the near future. Japan? Hah! A dream. It makes you think, when will we be mature and vintage enough to have friends who are so natural to just pack your bag and go holidays with in some faraway land. In my mind i think. Who? It's not just the trip yar? Where does it lie? Names are redundant. Just count in your heart and think, who? Really?

Maybe we will all grow up. Someday. But can we stay as true and sincere? Can adult indulgences and childish inclinations, boyish wonder, hopeless dedication, survive together? I wonder.