our game.our rules. this is war

Hi peeps...i miss all of u so much....2 weeks at that small island seems like 2 years....After staying there for 2 weeks....i began to appreciate the friends i got to know and who have help me once..Its not easy to find a buddy in there who are willing to share your trouble and woes with u. Its seems so competitive and u are the only key to survival....NO ONE IS GOING TO HELP U...maybe everything come to this word : INDEPENDENT!

Nowadays, blogging can be a serious offence. So i must blog with care and not to offend anyone when i blog. PLs pardon me as there is no pic, as we are not allow to take any pic in there....

When i first arrived on that small island, it seems like a resort style island. However everything is just a facade...A series of sadness pangs hit hard on me when my parents are leaving me on that small island to be a MAN. During the first week, it seems kinda hard to adapt becoz i have to wake up at 515 am and all in by 545 am. After the eating our breakfast we have to do area cleaning and a day of exercises and drills just begin...

I am not a early person so it kinda piss me off to wake up so early. Most of my friends have military background and marching and drills seems chicken feet for them. But for me, i need to to learn everything from scratch. From the folding of uniforms to the drills, everythings seems to take a toil of my life.

But i must say that humans are the best adapting creatures. It seems hard for me to take it at first, but as the second week comes, i am more comfortable with the pace and how the company works....

I am so tired..going off to take a nap....

Lusty lester signing off...