Date: 7.11.2008
Time: 10:21 PM

5 wks left to the position dat i tot was once imposs, but u can certainly feel the tempo of the trainin creepin...and its not one to mess wid...spent the 1st dae and nite in hell (aka chiong sua outside)...and man, did it make a scene!...thk our performance alone had sent several commanders up the wall, includin our sgt major who upped the standard of regimentation (to our unfort surprise!...but lan lan sub thumb lah)...we worked an entire nite doin dis one stuff (classified, of cos!) wid grds...and made us sweat even in the coldest of nites...yeah, dats how much fatigue work u r handlin...and guess wad?...we r gonna b tested on all this stuff (and more) nxt wk!...woohoo, dat will b 2nd dae and nite in hell!...HAHAHA(literally)...

but besides blurbin bout the one nite out, i got dis one moment i had nve experienced so far since i 1st enter dis life we call ns...dor the 1st time in 6.25 mths, a staff sgt commented me on a gd wk well done in a task!...to some, insig of cos, but to me, it means quite alot...bk in tekong and plc, i'm always whacked among the lowest-fellas bk in camp cos of 1 thing: outdoor fatigue dat i myself had nvr found soln to yet...but since one of the exercise performed bk at plc, i suddenly felt dis improvement...something dat pushes me to do things without ever havin to mess things up again...dat nite (bk to dat 1 nite out), when dat staff sgt call me to perform dis task, i do it like assif a natural...somehow, i dunno how it came bout, it juz come to my head, to do dis, do dat, etc, etc...muggin in bk is one thing, workin wid hands is another...i used to thk i will have my a__ whacked around in ns...but me thks after dat short moment, i can gladly sae dat dis nd not b true anymore...=D

soc was practiced again as usual...we been practicin on dis phy act dat have been takin most of my lifestream every time dis happen...every time i finished dis stuff, i usually b left pantin for breath...and as ususal, some sgts will panic, thkin i got some respiratory prob when all i nd is a few quick gulps of oxygen...but so far, i left onli 1 obst to clear...it app to me dat wad we call in civ life the monkey bar happens to b so darn slippery...every time u try to swing, it kps fallin off...dat sux when u c other swingin ahead of ya and u flunk yr soc cos u flunk dis obst, even though u may overcome the most feared obst: the rope...ask dos ns men, they may noe...=)

went on to c stuff b'in blown up juz now...bk wid fatigue (wad to expect when u start at 4.30am in the morning?)..but so far, notin as much intensive as givin eye power and runnin 1km or so intervals round the area cos the CPL in charge of coy made us do so...sigh, and i dun even have a change to blow up anything!...i onli blow up a wire!...maybe my turn will come soon...