It has been awhile since I last inhaled the weekday's air as a 'Civilian'. I had my Field Camp last week and our weekends were burnt. Hence, they returned us our precious weekends for us to reflect on our shit.
Anyway, before I share my horrible moments at Pulau Takong, I'd like to pray for my 2 friends, who met their motorcycle accident last week when I was in camp. One was a fatal one tho. His face was disfigured and was required to do plastic surgery. Ouch! Thank god that he's fine now.
I then decided to keep my Scrambler till I get my Class 2 License and ride my FZ600 S2 which look like this.
Since it's higher CC and it cost the same as a CB400 (Super4), it should be more worth it for me to go for it, I guess. Furthermore, I'll probably achieve Class 2 license by ORD next year :)
OUTFIELD @ PULAU TEKONG
*I'm not suppose to blog about military issues here, so I'll just talk about the life in the wild* <-- Which feels horrible. At that point of time, I seriously felt that my existance was even lower than an ant. As discipline is the foremost focal core point of outfield (as outfield simulates war), the commanders were stringent and erm, perhaps fiercer than before. It rained cats and dogs for days and the ground's really muddy. When your body's soaked, you shiver. Shiver for hours, through the night. 5 minutes felt like 1/2 an hour to everyone of us. It felt atrocious!
Nevertheless, Pulau Tekong can never be Wild Boar-free eh? Our tents were attacked by wild boars simultaneously as we had food with us left exposed. One even dash in the tent while my company mate was sleeping. He factually screamed in the middle of the night and many woke up and.. err.. kinda laugh... Cuz it's funny perhaps... Providentially, my tent's position is quite far from the border, so I was safe :D
When the camp finally ends, I felt that I'm only an inch away from POP (Passing Out Parade). <-- Which is next week :D Wish me luck for my IPPT, 24KM Route March and SOC!
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