/img src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1824/1824585m5vy6k3xmf.gif" width=12 height=12 border=0>Tuesday, October 13, 2009

In the morning, I coaxed myself up the bed, finish the necessary toilet etiquettes, and head out for the military training. We were gathered at the soccer field, and heard something amusing, but later found it threatening.
"Today, we shall run 7 rounds around the track! Each clock less than 1min and 45 seconds!"
First, three rounds it was a breeze to clock less than 1min 40 seconds.
Later on, when reaching the end for each individual lap, i was like walking on air, my legs were feeling numb, and I started to raise my legs higher and higher, almost similar to marching. Hilarious indeed, and did ran quicker than the proposed time.
At the last lap, I could feel my heart throbbing forcefully in me. That kind of impact was a first experience. Legs feeling the lactate filling in, sweat flowing profusely, and head right for the last timing; phew. Got 1min 27 seconds for the last clock-in. Should be able to achieve silver for my run.
Took a quick shower, and head back to get a drink with Nic and gang. Went to our respective classrooms in fatigue and the day kicks off.
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Today, Nic asked me to hop to his FYP team doing on Industry FYP, touch-screen game. Requested budget was 50k, and had 3HDtv for projection.
Ironically, this was the project issued to us at first, but my team mates worry about handling it.
I was tempted as I knew this would give me a great leap in my future work course.
I was as the same time, obliged to continue with the project; stopmotion.
Thus, I decided to consult my team-mates first, whether they allow me to go over. I will go with their answers be it, their reply is ain't want I want.
Told ace about it during dinner. He say he was stress and will jump from the building if I hopped. I was dumbfounded. Like I said, the three of them decide my fate. He keep whining about how much workload he has, and gave expressions which I felt piss at.
Like neither of us need to work. Thus, I told him if he were to show that "him" again, I will be affected, so will fifi and verdell; nothing is going to go well in the stopmotion project.
Makes me think that Singaporeans are well-fed and not able to handle much workload. You never will know, actually the person next to you may well be a man whom braved through many heart-wrenching situations, endure tough times, and what worst is you complain about how your finger hurts; to him.
Ace, not blaming you of anything. Oh. except that time when you almost killed me.
Just that, the stress thingy is what makes us a better man. As the most, we go out chill, drink a little and face the day after.