24th Jan 2006:: 42 days left
So much for the quickened pace. Within seconds of my last log, my blissful contemplation was interrupted as a Sir's barging into the Lecture hall. Quietly he looked around, and asked for whether the lecture was on. Well, its hard to say especially since we were ordered to go into the hall 45 minutes ago, and there is still no lecturer.
He smiled as if everything was pre-planned and screamed at the top of his lungs for us the get our water bottles and fall in within 3 minutes. ( quite a tough feat considering 180 recruits have to fit through one door and I have to climb 3 levels up then 5 levels down) Then it hits me. There never was a lecture. it was never planned to begin with. It was all an elaborate way to perform bunk inspection when we are caught off-guard.
I ran up the stairs, panting, I could hear my own breath at the back of the throat. Rushed to my bunk and I stood, shocked for a split second. It was a wreck. Mattresses out the door, the table flipped over, the chairs stuck in the window. My personal bed was intact, but the whole room looked like New Orleans. The bunk is screwed.
woohoo. I dont think I should continue writing. Its not nice.