Country Road Take Me Home To the Place where I belong...

so i tried my best to do what i had to do without trying too hard. that sounded wrong but its what SIT Test was like. well hopefully i didn't bomb peer appraisal so i'll still have a glimmer of hope to make it to OCS. there isn't much i want to say. these days that's just the way it is. my brain's intellectual ability is fading - its alert and too tuned in towards the military frequency; my social circle is shrinking too with so many of my friends from H and J Companies still stuck on Tekong doing range. oh well. i found myself staring at a Qantas plane just now while waiting for the bus at SFT. i really wish i could be on one of those planes on the way to australia or some other unique part of the world. hmmm.. Prague would be nice. in camp we always play the "guess the capital of the country" game. its quite depressing at times. fuck it. i am going to sleep. my brain gets dumb whil my head gets smart.

by the way, i've found the ideal route march song. all set for 24km march.

Country Road by John Denver

Almost heaven, West Virginia, Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River.
Life is old there, older than the trees, younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze.
Country roads, take me home to the place I belong.
West Virginia, mountain momma, take me home, country roads.

All my memories gather round her, miner's lady, stranger to blue water.
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky, misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye.
Country roads, take me home to the place I belong.
West Virginia, mountain momma, take me home, country roads.

I hear her voice in the morning hour she calls me, the radio reminds me of my home far away.
And driving down the road I get a feeling that I should have been home yesterday, yesterday.
Country roads, take me home to the place I belong.
West Virginia, mountain momma, take me home, country roads.
Country roads, take me home to the place I belong.
West Virginia, mountain momma, take me home, country roads.