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Army week 2



19th DEC - 24th DEC
(Day 9 - Day 14)

The 2nd week seem to pass pretty fast. You just have to go through the daily routines. You need not rack your brains and decide what to do or where to go(eg..Should I go Orchard later? Who should I call?). It is all set and placed in front of you. Not much choices i being given to a recruit. Which also means, not much freedom. Every action is already pre-determined. However, the fate of these recruits are not left to the hands of God but rather the hands of our superiors. The constant torture and torment. The ever familiat words of "You are not SHAG!" triggers every other second when you are moaning in pain and feel that you are about to give up. It does help to push you forward for you fear for something much worse if you disobey. In previous blog entries, I wrote about uncertainties. It is these uncertainties that drives a person forward. It is true. However, being to certain too does make you move on. Example? If you know that if you do not meet the requirements of these superiors, it is very certain that you will meet your doom - "sign one extra!!"(Extra refers to extra guard duty and your weekends gets burned). Ironic and contradicting.

As the first book out weekend draws nearer, You seem to have more energy and motivation to work harder. However, these extra energy was not put to waste. Training got tougher and I did my first AGR(something group running) on Friday 24th DEC. It was pretty tough. Non-stop running until they are pleased. Right after that, we were sent back to our bunks to do area cleaning. It must be sparkling clean or get F@$#ed!(Sorry, common army word). We did not have time to bathe and we had to fall in in out smelly smart 4 attire. Sweat trickling down our backs while we carried our field pack filled with 2 weeks old of clothings, filled with sweat and blood. Though there was a pain in my back that wouldn't dissappear, there was joy filled in my heart! I finally endured 2 weeks of hell - a major culture shock.

The fast craft was a magical experience. The march to the jetty displayed our hype and energy as we sang the army songs at the top of our vioces. Filled with enthusiasm, filled with tears of joy and victory. Why? Because it is our first time after 2 weeks that we will be stepping on mainland. The fresh air, the beautiful scenary. Even the tress seems beatifl. Well..At least I did feel so. The journey was filled with anticipation. Every recruit had a smile on their face. 'Chit and Chats' were in the air. I t was not noise anymroe, it was music - the sound of joy. As we waited for out bus ride, we fell in and waited. Impatient hearts started to fill the torment. It seems that the only cure would be meeting our love ones as soon as possible. Well - some others used FHMs and MAXIMs as their medicine. I was beaming but inside, desperately looking for the person who was supposed to pick me up. After walking for 'miles', I finally spotted a familiar face. Someone whom I have not seen for ages.The distance grew smaller. Every step I took, the more memories that arise. Every minute - the closer i feel to the person. As soon as I entered the car, I dropped down with a heavy heart, "Mum, I made it!"