Sunday, April 13, 2008
Chilling out at Walawala
I'm beginning to love Shirlyn. She's one true talented artist. That is why I enjoy chilling out at Walawala just to listen to her band perform. I bought her album, good music. It's never a waste of money to support local artist! hehe.
Friday, April 04, 2008
My CLM Term in Sierra
Training has been "cope-able". So far the toughest one was the 5k endurance run on the rollar coaster route. Well surprisingly I mangaged to come close to the guys timing at 25.30min. Sometimes I'm really amazed with my own performance. Take for instance my 2.4 run for IPPT, my timing was a personal record breaking thus far, 11.17min! At the rate that I'm training, I think I can hit under 11min, unfortunately I'll be going over to the mids wing next Monday where they train the brain more than physically. Oh well... I shall see what's going to happen next :)
Adapting to Sierra Wing itself is by far the greatest challenge, surprisingly. I don't mind doing circuit trainings, endurace runs, route marches and what not. Those are just momentary challenges whereby I know I can endure and overcome in a short period of time. On the contrary, the new culture that I have to get used to frustrates me alot. At one point in time, I almost gave up. I just hid in the cupboard and cried my lungs out. In fact, I was so emotionally affected that I was tearing while doing my IPPT. I had to come up with stupid unbelievable (yet believable enough for the rest) reason like I'm having a flu. What made the whole situation worse was the fact that my dear Tango instructors were cheering us while we were running our 2.4k. My ex-PC even ran with me for the last stretch. I was simply taken away. Sometimes "culture" like this is too hard for anyone to give up and adapt to another one that is of the total opposite. I have a Tango instructor who talked to me at the cookhouse and upon knowing that I was so upset with my CLM, he came over to be my para councilor (haha) that very night. Yet another little event that I cannot be more thankful to him because that very talk changed my perspective of CLM in a new wing. Even though certain things remain unchanged in the wing, I'm happier now as I have learnt to take things lightly.
Come what may, I'll still be the positive passionate girl. I love what I'm doing and more importantly I enjoy what I'm doing. Perhaps that is why I never dreaded confinement. In fact, I feel lost when I'm out of camp.
Oh just in case I forgot about my confident jump whereby I had to jump into the pool from the platform 10m above ground in my long four. It was an excellent jump I must say. hehe. Damn proud of myself because according to my peers, my wing2 clapped for me. Woohoo..what else could beat that? Not only that, my instructors also praised me. If you're wondering what the hell I did to deserve all that... I just shouted, "I, Officer Cadet Blah blah am ready for my confident jump, SIR!" with GUSTO. Beat the guys... hehehe...
There's the chemical defense ex. Awesome experience.
Lotsa lectures and talks on leadership, motivations and some othere modules, whereby I knocked out more often than BMT. Strange. Perhaps it is because there's "motivation" during BMT. haha.
I iron bedsheet most of the time now. Even he was surprised with the frequency of me ironing bedsheet. By the way, iron bedsheet = sleeping when you're not supposed to. That term just sound nicer and others who do not know might really think that you're doing some bunk cleaning since our bedsheet is supposed to be damn straight during stand by bunk. It's kinda sad cos it simply means I'm always hiding in my room. There's little bonding done in the common area like how my BMT was like. The girls love hanging out at the common area singing, doing nonsensical stuff, eating at the kitchenette or along the corridor packing, cleaning etc. Even if we were in the room, we were seldom alone. I don't step out of my bunk so often now. And when I'm in my bunk, either I study, sms or iron bedsheet. More often than not, I only do the last 2. haha.
Speaking of which, I'm just going to do that right now. Tomorrow there's 16k route march and I highly suspect that there's going to be casevacing! I need my 7 hours of sleep and I will have that tonight since my phone has been unusually quiet. Strange strange strange.
Adapting to Sierra Wing itself is by far the greatest challenge, surprisingly. I don't mind doing circuit trainings, endurace runs, route marches and what not. Those are just momentary challenges whereby I know I can endure and overcome in a short period of time. On the contrary, the new culture that I have to get used to frustrates me alot. At one point in time, I almost gave up. I just hid in the cupboard and cried my lungs out. In fact, I was so emotionally affected that I was tearing while doing my IPPT. I had to come up with stupid unbelievable (yet believable enough for the rest) reason like I'm having a flu. What made the whole situation worse was the fact that my dear Tango instructors were cheering us while we were running our 2.4k. My ex-PC even ran with me for the last stretch. I was simply taken away. Sometimes "culture" like this is too hard for anyone to give up and adapt to another one that is of the total opposite. I have a Tango instructor who talked to me at the cookhouse and upon knowing that I was so upset with my CLM, he came over to be my para councilor (haha) that very night. Yet another little event that I cannot be more thankful to him because that very talk changed my perspective of CLM in a new wing. Even though certain things remain unchanged in the wing, I'm happier now as I have learnt to take things lightly.
Come what may, I'll still be the positive passionate girl. I love what I'm doing and more importantly I enjoy what I'm doing. Perhaps that is why I never dreaded confinement. In fact, I feel lost when I'm out of camp.
Oh just in case I forgot about my confident jump whereby I had to jump into the pool from the platform 10m above ground in my long four. It was an excellent jump I must say. hehe. Damn proud of myself because according to my peers, my wing2 clapped for me. Woohoo..what else could beat that? Not only that, my instructors also praised me. If you're wondering what the hell I did to deserve all that... I just shouted, "I, Officer Cadet Blah blah am ready for my confident jump, SIR!" with GUSTO. Beat the guys... hehehe...
There's the chemical defense ex. Awesome experience.
Lotsa lectures and talks on leadership, motivations and some othere modules, whereby I knocked out more often than BMT. Strange. Perhaps it is because there's "motivation" during BMT. haha.
I iron bedsheet most of the time now. Even he was surprised with the frequency of me ironing bedsheet. By the way, iron bedsheet = sleeping when you're not supposed to. That term just sound nicer and others who do not know might really think that you're doing some bunk cleaning since our bedsheet is supposed to be damn straight during stand by bunk. It's kinda sad cos it simply means I'm always hiding in my room. There's little bonding done in the common area like how my BMT was like. The girls love hanging out at the common area singing, doing nonsensical stuff, eating at the kitchenette or along the corridor packing, cleaning etc. Even if we were in the room, we were seldom alone. I don't step out of my bunk so often now. And when I'm in my bunk, either I study, sms or iron bedsheet. More often than not, I only do the last 2. haha.
Speaking of which, I'm just going to do that right now. Tomorrow there's 16k route march and I highly suspect that there's going to be casevacing! I need my 7 hours of sleep and I will have that tonight since my phone has been unusually quiet. Strange strange strange.
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