Last week has been a really eventful week, mainly 72km route march, red beret presentation parade and Social night. 72km route march was a painful journey. I acquired a blister on the ball of my foot on the 8km mark and it hurts me for the next 64km. The ball of my left foot hurts so bad that I started running so that the impact emphasized more on the heels of my feet. Then the heel of my foot got a bigger blister and it has an open wound on it now. Afterall, it was a great walk. Never in my lifetime would I dream of walking 72km non-stop, with nearly 20kg of load and sometimes 30kg. With every piece of bone and every inch of muscle telling me to give up, the mind has to stay strong and constantly remind myself of my capability and never-say-die attitude that ultimately pushed me beyond my limits. I felt good after the walk. The achievement is definitely something that many would applause for and they would be saying "How is that possible?!". I don't know the answer to that question, we just kept walking, and walking, and walking.. hoping to see the light at the end of the tunnel. At the 6km mark, the rain came pouring and we had to stay under the shelter. Many stayed inside the shelter, a few of us barely got a proper shelter. We were all shivering, our clothes are cold and boots were wet and squishy. Those inside the shelter were either sleeping or enjoying the warm, neglecting the fact that poor souls like us were enduring the rain and cold for them. After an hour plus or so, a guy who just woke up offered to change his position with me, but its too late. My boots were already wet and I know for sure that I'm definitely getting the blisters and I do not wish for him to be the same. If not for the blisters, it wouldn't be such a painful walk. Red beret presentation parade was the reason why we all worked so hard and endured these dog months in Hendon camp. We donned the coveted red beret in front of our loved ones and it was really the best birthday gift that I've ever gave myself. Our red beret didn't come easily, we were all required to rip the red beret off the commanders' hands and it was no easy task. My CSM told us, "when it your turn to snatch your beret, look at him in his eyes, sense fear into him, tell him that's your fucking beret, hand it over." When it's my turn to snatch my beret, I did what my CSM told me to, the commander who held my beret said "just a bit more.. go on" before I finally got hold of my beret. Next, the moment we all have been waiting for, donning the beret with these 3 command words. AKAN. PAKAI. BERET. Social night 2013 was a memorable one. Joy agreed to be my date and of course, we went there together. I love how our chemistry were still there despite us not meeting for a good 7 months. So many things have changed, she's now attached and there's a limit to what I can do as a friend now. Still, we still enjoyed the night. The good thing about that special night is that you can prove to your date how reliable and trustworthy you are. If you are going to ask a girl to be your date for that night while you go around socialising on your own, neglecting the fact that your date is feeling a great deal of insecurities in an environment that she totally know no one else in, you just proved yourself to be a lousy date. Well, not that I think that I've done an excellent job, but I was concentrating my attention on her the whole time, the only time she wasn't with me was because she's in the washroom. I dragged her along (literally) wherever I go, letting her know that I'm still gonna be right beside her despite whatever I'll be doing. After the party, my friends were talking about the night, talking about each other's date and I realized I haven't been looking at the others. All my attention were on her and all that I can remember for the night was her and only her. Well I know for a fact that its pretty weird for a friend to say such a thing and of course I'm still treating her as a friend no matter what. I really love her company, always doing retarded things together, always moving around like we were some sort of monkeys in a circus (and yes many people were looking at us and sometimes laughing). That night our table were so boring that we couldn't stand it and decided to just stand and walk around instead, or maybe its just me who finds it boring hahaha. It was a memorable night, a night that is worth remembering, a night that is one of the best moments of my entire life. I have missed you badly, ghost. Thank you for the night.