Well I went in with Tim and Wanyi but we were seperated when we reached Nee Soon camp. I was in platoon 11, Wanyi in platoon 12, and Tim in platoon 9. I didn't mind (at first not) being with my platoon.....the most fun group of people I know....... almost every weekend we will go to hardrock cafe to chill out and relief stress.......dance and enjoy the music and civilian life! We had fun both in and out of camp that REALLY made BMT less bearable.......It was tough...everyday waking up at 5:45!! and sleeping at 2300. Working out everyday, doing fatigue, SOC, IPPT..... There was one week we had SOC(standard obstacle course) and shooting range one day after the other.....range always starts at 4a.m and end at 3a.m. It was really really tiring.......somemore during range we cannot sleep or else we will 'knock it down'(do push ups)........sian.....somemore we had one range on Sunday!...There was also this day when we had SOC test in the morning and 24 km road march in the afternoon till about 3a.m at night........*pant* *pant*...... But the worst was the field camp......it was a 3 day 3 night thing.......... The 1st day when we were there, it rained and our entire camping site was a mud pie...... how demoralising..... all of us tried to avoid the mud as we built our 'basha' tents and officer couldn't stand it cos we were taking too much time he made us do push-ups on the mud!!!....1st day and our rifles and uniform was drench in mud......still got 2 more days .....cannot  bathe......win already loh!! I had little sleep.....in order to sleep on dry land I built my basha tent next to the tree roots which was on high ground.....and mind were the roots hard!.....*ouch*.... well we laid in the mud for 2 days and the finale was to dig a trench for 3 persons.....(actually can fit 5 people) overnight... it had to be chest deep......and my section had 11 people they had to chose the tallest guy to measure.... he was 1.9m tall......:|....sian!.....we digged and digged the whole night. My hands had blisters all over and the worse thing was that my hand was stiff in the position of grabbing the 'chunko' I was so tired I didn't even know I slept when I laid my chunko aside to rest for 5 min.......somemore I broke my specs the day b4.....I couldn't see a thing in the night.......(my degree was 500+) We dig and dig until the next morning 0900 and it rained again.......my sergeant didn't even bother to look at the trench and asked us to cover it!!...#@!%!....it's like digging another trench the other way........#$%$^#!!.....that was the most tiring day of my life!....