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Sunday, January 11, 2009
8:20 AM

These 7 weeks have finally passed. After pushing ourselves beyond our limits time after time, we graduated as stronger men and hopefully big brothers our troopers can look up to. The 13 of us can finally truly sit easy and rest well.

Being presented with the 3sg rank and jungle hat really made us all swell with pride. We finally made it - the toughest way to become a specialist. All the sweat, aches, reprimandings, shit work, bitching... It felt as if a weight was lifted. All the marching, heavy load, survival training and technical skills training have ended.

Went out with the guys for a well-deserved celebration at Carousel. $50 per person but it was money well-spent. After going through all that torture, your perception towards things will change. Bought 2 tops for CNY and watched Red Cliff 2 at J8. Tickets were selling fast everywhere but we managed to get our hands on them anyways. Hahas. Dinner at Din Tai Fung with baby to celebrate whatever we didn't get to celebrate. A good way to close this chapter of my life. ((:

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Thursday, January 01, 2009
10:36 AM

The final stretch - HELLWEEK.

We're finally done with our CST. Feels like a great achievement, not eating anything for 2 days and having to build our A-frames and little nests from scratch in the virgin forest. The mozzies here were like commandoes, biting through our uniforms and keeping us awake with their buzzing. We had our fill of fire-making and bonding sessions throughout the exercise.

Since it was a totally new area, we had to chop down our own wood. Dangs! It was fun chopping at first but imagine having to hack down 30 trees just within days with a godforsaken parang and a flimsy ET blade. Not much luck with food gathering. We only managed wild bananas and unripe jackfruits.

Having to kill the little birds was a first time for most of us. Imagine the awkward-ness of reaching in a paper crate to pick our quails and then holding them before twisting off their heads. It was a bloody mess cause the headless body was still struggling in my hand as i tore off the feathers. Felt kinda weird scooping out the organs even as the body was still warm. Oh and have i mentioned that the stench was overwhelming? Long after we've done our killing and de-gutting, the pungent and distinctive smell remained.

Not too bad an experience in all but i doubt many of us would wanna go through this again.

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