Thoughts of the Christmas Gift

I just watched an episode of 'Everybody Loves Raymond'. The entire show was telling the audience about how much thought is put into a gift before giving it to someone they like. It is those little details that his wife emits during those normal days that makes him get something she yearn so much.

After watching the it, i thought to myself... Did i put in enough effort and thought for the gifts i have bought for my loved ones? I sat there, my mind went through all the gifts sitting in my room. How much time i took to find each gift. How much i think would be a good and useful gift to that person. Whether he/she is gonna like it. As my thoughts slowly form up and remind me of time i have spent finding the perfect gift. I realise that my gift would never be a perfect or an overall thoughtful gift. That is because i always miss out on the little things that my loved ones show during the normal times!

The gifts i have bought are what i think they may need. Or What they may like... Like and need are just temporary and usually people will get it for themself in due time. A thoughtful gift is something that they never want to get it for themselves and they want it to come from somebody's hands(or paid by somebody's wallet). The Christmas spirit says 'Tis the season of giving'. I think this has to be taught and learned as a skill. Giving is just a minor step, very easy to learn and hurdle over. What to give and the value of the gift is something that requires years to master.

So what i ask of my friends and who ever reads my post, please be thankful that every gift comes with effort and thought. Every present does come with a price tag, but beyond the price tag, is what made the present worth.

Boring day with a Twist

After so many days of off and rest, i had to go back to work today. Went to work reluctantly and had to report in the wee hours of the morning. Due to that, i had to make an advance booking for a taxi to bring me there. In the end, i had to pay for 5mins of midnight surcharge, a advance booking fee and the fare trip. A total of $17.50. One of the most pricey fare tickets i have ever paid for in my life. So i arrived on time. What made the fare so unworth was that the event started late. 30mins late... I could have saved on the advance booking and made a current booking. There would not be a surcharge. 5mins!!!!

Well... So i just continued and went on with my job. Today i had to help out in the range. So called help... I was sleeping again most of the time. What i did there was almost the same as what i usually do in the office. Slack there, read my magazines there, had my lunch there, sleep there, etc. It was plain boring... To think we would have to come again tommorrow to suffer this again. Boy am i dreading this...

So i went to my usual sleeping pose and started to switch off. Suddenly my partner nudged me and asked me to follow him. We are goin home and not staying back for the night shoot. YEAH!! So we grab our stuff, sat in one of our officer's vehicle and he zoomed us back to office. Damn we are so glad. The conducting officer also said that we are not needed tomorrow, meaning another day of off. Double YEAH!!

Upon arrival at the office, i realise that the security door is locked. There are two doors we need to access before we can go into the office. One is the main door(think of the gate) and the other is the glass door(think of the wooden door). I only had the glass door passcode, not the main door. So it was like... ARGHZ!!!! My bag is inside and my stuff are inside too. Damn... In the end, my partner and i went back home empty handed with only the bare minimal to travel home.

Touching yet so True...

I got this on the net yesterday. Something that i think every husband should read and every wife should learn.

On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.

This was the scene of ten years ago.

The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid, I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affections between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.

Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.

Dew came into my life.

It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her.

Dew said, You are the kind of man who best draws girls eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls. Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn t help doing so.

I moved Dew s hands aside and said, You go to select some furniture, O.K.? I ve got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised her to go and see with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me.

However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment.

One day I said to her in a slight joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn t imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.

When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking with her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.

Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more. When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I ve got something to tell you, I said.

She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want to divorce. I raised a serious topic calmly.

She didn t seem to be much annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? . I m serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer turned her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!

At that night, we didn t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she
wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew.

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said.

Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.

A late night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fell asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again.

She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn t want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month s time before divorce, and in the month s time we must live as normal life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn t want him to see our marriage was broken.

She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day? This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember . You carried me in your arms , she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning.

I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage with a romantic form.

I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.

My wife and I hadn t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out for the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don t tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to
wait for bus, I drove to office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadnt looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face.

On the third day, she whispered to me, The outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vaguer.

On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger.

I didn t tell Dew about this.

I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now.

She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, All my dresses have grown fatter. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head.

Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it s time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.

On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, Actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old.

I held her tightly and said, Both you and I didn t notice that our life was lack of such intimacy.

I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won t divorce. I m serious.

She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn t value the details of life, not because we didn t love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.

Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into cry. I walked downstairs and drove to the office.

When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me to write the greeting words on the card. I smiled and wrote, I ll carry you out every morning until we are old.

Cooking Game

An interesting game hooked me for half of the afternoon today. I should share with everyone. Enjoy ya... Try beating my highscore, $4100.

http://www.eddiezone.net/flashgame/Restaurant.swf

Alone in the Office

If you are reading this, I have successfully inflitrated my office. Not that it have some top secret information that i can steal and sell. I actually volunteered to stay in the office as the next day's event require me to arrive here and be ready early in the morning. So i packed my bag and brought whatever i need to office. Now is the test of whether is this office haunted. Hehe... Any 'stories' i will gladly share with everyone.

Model #626

Another boring day it was. Actually i had a task to do. We are suppose to make our way to Bedok camp for interaction. We should be there by 1130hrs. In the end, there is no transport there and no one is able to send us there. So we stayed in the office minding our own business. As usual, proceed to lunch. But this time we took a walk down SISPEC. The place is HUGE!! I mean, way bigger than the one i attended my BSLC(Basic Section Leader Course). I went to my old company to take a look and by chance meet with any of my seargents. Since they are all on 'leave', i took my leave and head back to office. It was the same-same stuff as every other day but today was rather different. The Doc was in the house and he needed some models to showcase 'injuries' that will happen in war time. A deep laceration on the upper arm down to the side of the body. 2 bullet holes within 15cm apart. It was up to the combat medics to do 'make-up' and making the scars and blood look real. I was promoted to model and had to be 'made-up' for the doc. They applied colors and some glue to make the scars. It was pretty real. Like some Hollywood films special effects. I took a pic of the laceration, but i guess its too late to post the pictures. Well... That is what happens in the army, you only get to do that in the army. Do you think an entrepreneur gets to do make up of bullet wounds, lacerations and burnt flesh in the office?? I don't think so...

My sister just sent me a link that i felt oblidge to share with all my friends at my personal space online. I'm sure it will entertain everyone for awhile.

Click here for the Piggy Test.

Boring Day

Another boring day has passed. Finally here come the weekends. Also, tomorrow will be my favourite band's concert! Yay!! Haha... It's been 1.5yrs since they last had a concert here in Singapore. It's very high and a rock concert to boast. I have been to Linkin Park's one, but i just don't find it as fun and entertaining as Mayday's. Well... I just have to find out if tomorrow's one is gonna blow me away.

Just had dinner with Hammy. We went to Raffles City to get photo frame and printed a photo. Not exactly A photo, but 10pcs of the same photo. What to do, that is the minimum order of photos. So we paid for the photos and went to hunt for a good place to eat. She wanted to eat sushi, but we just can't find a good place with cheap, i mean, economical sushi bar. The Sakae sushi nearby has closed down leave us like lost sheep. In the end, we went to Funan's Swensens. The food was rather slow but the service is not bad. It took like 25mins for a small bowl of calamari to arrive at our table. See how bad it is... Hammy was so hungry i bet she almost fainted at that point. But i guess she held it back as she felt that my CPR skills not that good. Or is it another reason... Hmm... Anyway, after dinner we walked to the busstop to wait for the bus. She board the bus and went home, while i crossed over and head home.

Note: Some parts of this entry is edited and over exxagerated. If anyone finds it offensive, please accept my apology now. ACCEPT HOR!!

Give me Things to DO!!!

It is so boring in the office. I really hope for some tasks to be assigned to me. For example today, i slept in the rest room the entire morning. Woke up 30mins before lunch, walk lazily to the cookhouse and consume my lunch slowly. After lunch, i walked up to the canteen to get some drinks and newspaper before walking back to office slowly. Went back to my desk and read the newspaper. After some reading went online to surf net and check mail. Also did some 'mail chat' with Hammy, think she is as bored as me. But i guess she has more things to do than me. After that, i went walking around the camp to visit the different schools and buildings there. Went back to office 30mins before knock off. Pack up my stuff, went toilet to ease myself and wash up. 15mins before knock off i signed out and started walkin to the gate. First foot out of camp is at 1658hrs.

Boredom is chasing after me faster than i can kill it.

Life Continues

Now is the 2nd week of my enjoyment at work. Everyday i report to camp at 0745hrs. Sit on my desk and read newspapers. Sleep a little while, surf net a little while... Lunch time!! Come back with more newspapers, read newspapers, surf net. Sleep at the corner. Go back home. Standard procedures everyday. Beginning to dread the daily reporting to office. Becoming more of a bore to go there and rather find excuses or MC to get out of the place. But MCs are expensive... I do not have enough cash to go around, add 1 or 2 MCs is gonna kill my resources even more. Well... What to do... At least i save most of my spending for gatherings and enjoyment with my friends and family. Some of the places i spend alot in...

1) Travelling: No. 1 killer in my money pot
2) Food/beverages: Can't survive without food ya?
3) Weekly bowling: Well... Got a new ball, leaving it alone seems cruel
4) Entertainment (Stress-busters): It's stressful to work in a military environment!
5) Bills, Bills, Bills: All my monthly bills

As you can see, the five major taps are the ones that flushes away my money like water. If i tighten one tap, another tap gets loosen. Never ending. Hope one day i can get a big pool of resources so that my tap doesn't dry it faster than it replenishes.

Kiss of Death

Kiss of Death. A phrase given to a weapon used by Russian spies. A lipstick shaped gun with a single bullet, fires without any sound, light or smoke since its too small. Usually used by the female spies so they can assasinate their target. But the below link change the entire meaning to me. Click on the link and see what i am talking about.

www.theage.com.au/articles/2005/11/29/1133026442736.html

My Birthday Pics

Copy the below link to the place for the download of the zip file...

http://s18.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=11ET4NG8I8RVZ35BYE3U32E4QE

Its about 12mb. So have some patience and wait! ;P

Boring! Boring! BORING!!

This is how i am gonna spend my december working days in the office. Doing nothing and slacking around. There is nothing for me to do and i am in the office because i need to be in the office. I guess life as an ATEC analysis guy is such bore. Maybe things would not be so boring when the new year starts. Im sure things will pick up as soon as im trained in my field of work. But for now... Time travels so slow... My colleagues are mostly sleeping or chatting away at the pantry area. I really wonder... Does this happens most in a cycle or this is the only time we get to sleep in the office during work hours? Now just waiting for time to pass so we can go over to Hendon Camp(Changi Village) for interaction sesion. I guess we are just there to find out more about them and to let them know who we are. That is all...

Life at ATEC

Well... To sum it up, my life at ATEC is not gonna be as tough or tiring as i thought it would be. I guess my life is definitely gonna be better than trainee days. Who says unit life sucks or trainee life is the way to go? I can say without regrets now that unit life is the way for all NSF. Just yesterday, i was sent home early as there was nothing to do. Nothing that i can help or render my assistance to. I just settled my admin stuff and went back home. Even got the chance to meet my sister and Piggy out for dinner. Haha... Boss even forced me to take 2 days of leave as there will be no one around the office so even if we are there, we are just sitting around. We won't be doing much stuff as we are not trained in the field of work we are assigned to. The nearest course will start in January, making me useless in the unit. That means i will be doing CBL(Chok Bo Lan) all the way till Jan. I also plan to take leave on the week after Christmas so i can go overseas with my sister. Haha... Bring her to Bangkok for shopping and eating. Just afraid not enuff money after i buy my PSP.

The Gruelling 28KM Route March

'Are you ready for the challenge??' bellowed the CO of SISPEC before i set foot for my 28KM march. That was on friday night at 10pm, at the football field facing the HQ building. Together with me are my buddies from my section and friends from the same platoon. We all dread this day as we know the 28KM will definitely 'injure' us more than we enjoying it. Nevertheless, we just pushed ourselves for it and advanced towards the final checkpoint. During the march, some will want to fall out, some wanted to give up. 'No F**king way are you going to fall out this last time,' said my Platoon Seargent. I kinda agreed with him. After 10 weeks of tough trainning and crazy mind games they play with us, are we going to just fall out and quit like a loser? Are we such quitters that we do not have any self-pride of finishing the 28KM march? NO F**KING WAY!!! Haahaha... Well, none of us fell out. We completed the march with the same numbers as we started out. It was an achievement, a personal achievement. Definitely something to remember before i finish my NS liability. With every training has been done and passed, therefore the only thing that is left is the corporal rank that will be put on by my officer to mark the end of my training and also the 'level up' of rank. Finally... I am a corporal!! Definitely some bloody idiots will say, 'Corporal so what, everywhere also can find.' Well... It is definitely hard earned and mine will be special... Mine, like the others who graduate with me, will get to promote to the seargent rank. The rank of leadership. Which means more responsibiity, more tough training and definitely more shit work. But it pays better than some normal corporal. Spiderman's phrase for survival is 'With great power, comes with great responsibility.' I guess for me, it should sound something like this, 'With higher or more salary, comes with higher level or more shit work.' Haha... Well, posted to ATEC. Now will be going there to report and see what they do. Whether will i suffer or enjoy my life there, i cannot choose. But im glad that im left with 1 year, 7 months in the Army.

I am Tagged...

Blog-tag(i shall name it that)
rules of the game:
1) post 5 weird/random stuff about yourself.
2) At the end, list the names of 5 people who you want next to this and leave a comment "YOU ARE TAGGED" in their blog and tell them to read your blog for rules.

5 weird/random stuffs about me:

1) I like to sleep with my right arm under my pillow, left arm near my chest, right leg straight and left leg 90 degree up.
2) My left eye is bigger than my right eye. (Or issit the other way... Hmmm...)
3) I agreed to donate all my organs when i die. (Wonder who will benefit from my brain...)
4) I wear my right shoe than my left shoe.
5) My 2 pinky fingers are crooked at the last phalanx when put together.

Hmm... Who... Guess i do not have the time to list out. Nvm than, the tag stops mommentarily at me...

Level up!! Higher rank = More pay!!

Finally... After 9 weeks of argubly the worse training i ever received yet, i finally able to put some rank on my upper arm. But i must agree that time really flies when you are busy training hard to defend the freedom of my country. Like i said before, 'The more we sweat in peace time, the less we bleed in war time.' Been through so much and i'm back to square one where i just graduate from BMT. Wondering where i would be posted to after this phase of training. My officer says im selected for this brand new unit that has appeared this half of the year. In short, i will be a step ahead all my peers that will phase into the '3G Army' era. He said i will be dealing with high-tech equipment and analyzing field data. Some sort of a recce trooper but without the motorbike. Kinda look forward to it and hope i get in since its new... The best part of wishing what it is, hoping that it is a 8-5 training and job scope. Haha... Have been very tired of travelling from the west to the east for the past 5-6 months. I hate travelling week in week out. But this new vocation of mine i am not sure where i will receive training. I hope its at the main base! Full of air-con and ladies to see. Haha...

21st Birthday Party

The party was great!! Haha... Finally got to see so many of my friends here. Even invited my internship colleagues to my party. Im just glad they came. All my seniors were there and now they have a new nickname for the group, 'Bowling Kakis'. I find it rather lame but as long we are happy, im fine with it. I had plenty of presents... Most of them were clothing. One that stood out very well is the bowling ball. My 'Bowling Kakis' have their personal ball. So i was kinda pressured to have one myself. So when they got me that ball, i jumped through the roof with happiness. Now i devote myself to another National sport, Bowling. But its a costly sport... But i still believe in this theory, as long you are enjoying doesn't matter how much you pay. Next was the bags that my other gang got. Now i finally do not need to bring a 'XXX' bag out... Haha... Think only Hammy will understand that. She is the one that came up with this codeword. Next thing that caught my eye was the glass ship in a bottle. It was given by my BMT brothers. Now displaying in my cabinet ups the level of class in my room. Haha... That's about it. Oh ya... One more surprising and unique present from my juniors... They got me a card and (?????)a bag of coins. They are very practical people. I guess getting a present for someone is a headache for most people. Well... I do appreciate their present and i do not diss it or something. It is the thought that counts most of the time.

Gotta go now... Back to camp soon and in two weeks time graduate from that place. Gonna up my rank also... No more Private Koh, its gonna be Corporal Koh!!

Happy 21st Birthday!!!

Its soooo good to be back!

Haha... Finally got the time to update this site. I know i took a very long time to post a new entry but army life is really taking almost 90% of my time. I seldom get to use a computer like i used to, therefore now very lost to the IT world or the internet zone. Some events to update and keep it as memories for myself.

Enrollment to SISPEC
I have officially enrolled into SISPEC and now is a trainee of the school. Right now i am in a company who is well-known for the suffering and torturous training. Maybe it's the change of the chief so everything seems kinda slack now. But nevertheless, i still prepare myself for the worse to come and be prepared for any surprise attack on me.

New pair of Levi's
I realise that i need another pair of jeans when i wore the same pair of jeans for 2 consecutive book out weekends. Shopping to all the guys is a very simple thing. It involves only a few steps:
1) Go into the shop(in this case, a Levi's boutique).
2) See, touch and try the item required.
3) If it fits requirements proceed to step 4, else repeat step 2.
4) Pay up at the cashier and leave the shop.
Well, that was what happened and my mother still cannot believe why i left the shop so 'eagarly'.

Fish and Co. splurge
A very frightening event happened to me and i was on a thin line between my future and a future that i never thought before. Never mind that, its all over and shall put it behind me. I met up with Hammy to relieve stress together. Its been a long time since i have had such a good meal. Price was within budget and the meal was good. Especially the fresh oysters... Damn they were good... After that we went around to hunt for Rong's birthday present. Nothing came to mind but i suggested a watch. In the end we did not get anything on that day due to lack of funds and unsure funds. Well... Went home after that to rest and prepare for the next book in after that.

5-day break
Finally it is here. The five day break that i have awaited so long for. But i guess it will go by faster than i can feel it. Well... What to do... Time flies, no... Time zooms past us when we are having fun. After booking out on that Saturday, i met up with some old friends to attend Rong's 21st birthday. At that place, im like ajar between all of her friends that comes from our Poly. I wanted to split myself up so i can join everyone but i realise that i can never do that. Therefore my decision is to join the ones that i have not met for a long time. Chat and ate... Enjoyed myself alot. After that joined Hammy, Rose and ZhenZhen on the train back home. I guess everyone was tired except me. Being trained to take little rest and operate longer than usual, i chatted with them to keep them entertained. The environment and especially some addtional characters.

That's about it. Guess my next update would be a very long time than...

Field Camp Conquered!

Haha... Back from 7 days of field camp, finally its all over. All the memories there will stay with me for as long as i live. It is there where i learn how to be a fighting soldier. What we do in camp was just physical training. Give us a rifle each but not teach us the method of firing or aiming is simply useless. We learnt how to fire in a group, how to evade an enemy and also how to charge at the enemy when we are being ambushed. My friends all agreed that we look more like soldiers now. Before that, we only knew how to run, do chin-ups and carry weights. Now... We are able to pick up a loaded rifle and defend the country when the need arises. One of the most memorable was trench digging day. We dug for 12 hours before we knock ourselves out in our own trench. Photos were aplenty as my bunk mate brought along his camera. Once posted will copy the link here. The sad thing about field camp is that we will be going back there again soon. But this time it is for test. Field camp is to condition us for the wild and allow us to be familiar with the so-called jungle. The next field camp will be a 3 day Situational Test, in short Sit Test. At the camp, we will be tested for our leadership and analytical qualities. Proving ourselves to be a good leader for future soldiers. Hope it won't rain for the 3 days. Just glad that we are back in civilization. As one of my friends would say... Im finally back to civilization and may require some time to adjust back to it. - _ -|||