Flashback :
its 0130hrs, I'm sitting up on my bed with Chuang and Kian Yong, peeping out the window only to see a whole horde of instructors with automatic weapons and smoke bombs getting ready to let hell's fury out on us.
"Cheers brothers, see you back here in 5 days. No one gives up okay?" We said, as each held up a can of Red Bull, and drank the contents of it, savoring our last moment's of sanity together.
I put on my dry socks, my boots, and sat on my bed waiting for the gates of hell to open. Soon enough, SFX: *BOOOM*, and a whole load of firing and smaller thunderous explosions followed up. "FUCKING MUSTER NOW! MUSTER NOW! FUCKING HELL", and that was the last of my sanity.
Flashback :
its a dark night ( probably the 3rd night ), we're all running down the field, feet already badly blistered and soaking wet with foot rot. "you have 1 fucking minute to go touch the fence and get back here" - instructor X. We knew there were the injured amongst us who never stood a chance in making the unreasonable timing.
"Hey guys, fuck care him! we stick together, and finish the run together! don't be afraid! if we stick together, we have nothing to be afraid of! He can make us touch the fence as many times as he likes , but he won't break us! we fight this as a class! everybody grab your buddy and stay close! class come on!" - Ru Wen (our class IC). At that point, i realized one thing : That's the whole point of hell week. Its not about meeting unreasonable timings, or trying your best to meet the timing on your own, its about helping each other out, and being the one to lend your helping hand to someone else when he's in need of it. To be able to extend truly genuine help and expect nothing in return. To never leave your fallen comrade behind no matter how dire the situation may be, to always put your buddy's life ahead of your own.
At that moment, i knew 33rd batch had found something special in our hearts : team spirit - the faith that true strength lies in numbers and teamwork.
Flashback :
Its the last morning, theres' explosions everywhere, smoke grenades have fogged up the whole place, theres' hell load of whistles blowing, and hell lot more gun fire coming in all directions. we're running down the road with our IBS boats on our heads chasing instructor Y. We're tired as hell and we all know we can't keep this up for much longer, but this is our final moment of glory. Theres no giving up now, so we keep running even though we're all past our threshold.
"Help me! Helppppp!!!" - Brandon plead as he frantically struggled to keep the boat on his head. I ran out of my less strenous center spot on the boat, and took the weight from him.
"Here, quick go to the center! quick!" I said, relieving him from his pain in the temporal fractions of a second. And when it was my turn to call for help, Brandon was there to help me as well.
"Prepare to downboat ! .. Down boat !" , we put our boats down from our head carry position, and rushed to fall in infront of the parade square. After a long and inspiring speech, it finally came, the sentence we've all been waiting to hear : " 33rd batch, I hereby call a close on your Team Building Week!"
"HOOOOYAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."
Present :
Hell week allowed me to realize the kind of person i really am, showed me where my strengths and weaknesses lay and where my limits really are. And it showed me who my buddies really are, and what we're capable of doing with teamwork :) and a never say die attitude.
Overall, I've got to say : I'm relieved.
I'm relieved for a fact that, the true me that came out of the nutshell in my moments of insanity and suffering, :
was a person who never gave up fighting no matter how dire the situation was, it was a person who kept pushing the limits, who kept encouraging his batch boys and boat mates, was a person who tried his best to point direction in our chaos, and tried put to make sense out of our confusion.
I'm relieved for a fact that I'm not a weakling who breaks down and cries in the face of insanity, but someone who goes in headstrong.
Boat 1
To be honest, I'd bet nobody expected boat 1 to be this strong. Before hell week, it was a common perception that boat 1 (smurf boat) was the weakest boat, well, at least physically. But in hellweek, we proved everyone wrong, when we came out first in the boat competitions, when we arrived first in our boat paddling race, when we finished strong and first in our hump runs. I'd say hellweek is 10% physical , and 90 % mental strength.
And i suppose that's why we were strong in hellweek. Even though our physical bodies were broken down, we stood as one, endured as one, and fought as one with our mental strength to come out on tops for so many times.
Job well done, hooya boat 1 !! :) !! I love my smurf boat X) !!
its 0130hrs, I'm sitting up on my bed with Chuang and Kian Yong, peeping out the window only to see a whole horde of instructors with automatic weapons and smoke bombs getting ready to let hell's fury out on us.
"Cheers brothers, see you back here in 5 days. No one gives up okay?" We said, as each held up a can of Red Bull, and drank the contents of it, savoring our last moment's of sanity together.
I put on my dry socks, my boots, and sat on my bed waiting for the gates of hell to open. Soon enough, SFX: *BOOOM*, and a whole load of firing and smaller thunderous explosions followed up. "FUCKING MUSTER NOW! MUSTER NOW! FUCKING HELL", and that was the last of my sanity.
Flashback :
its a dark night ( probably the 3rd night ), we're all running down the field, feet already badly blistered and soaking wet with foot rot. "you have 1 fucking minute to go touch the fence and get back here" - instructor X. We knew there were the injured amongst us who never stood a chance in making the unreasonable timing.
"Hey guys, fuck care him! we stick together, and finish the run together! don't be afraid! if we stick together, we have nothing to be afraid of! He can make us touch the fence as many times as he likes , but he won't break us! we fight this as a class! everybody grab your buddy and stay close! class come on!" - Ru Wen (our class IC). At that point, i realized one thing : That's the whole point of hell week. Its not about meeting unreasonable timings, or trying your best to meet the timing on your own, its about helping each other out, and being the one to lend your helping hand to someone else when he's in need of it. To be able to extend truly genuine help and expect nothing in return. To never leave your fallen comrade behind no matter how dire the situation may be, to always put your buddy's life ahead of your own.
At that moment, i knew 33rd batch had found something special in our hearts : team spirit - the faith that true strength lies in numbers and teamwork.
Flashback :
Its the last morning, theres' explosions everywhere, smoke grenades have fogged up the whole place, theres' hell load of whistles blowing, and hell lot more gun fire coming in all directions. we're running down the road with our IBS boats on our heads chasing instructor Y. We're tired as hell and we all know we can't keep this up for much longer, but this is our final moment of glory. Theres no giving up now, so we keep running even though we're all past our threshold.
"Help me! Helppppp!!!" - Brandon plead as he frantically struggled to keep the boat on his head. I ran out of my less strenous center spot on the boat, and took the weight from him.
"Here, quick go to the center! quick!" I said, relieving him from his pain in the temporal fractions of a second. And when it was my turn to call for help, Brandon was there to help me as well.
"Prepare to downboat ! .. Down boat !" , we put our boats down from our head carry position, and rushed to fall in infront of the parade square. After a long and inspiring speech, it finally came, the sentence we've all been waiting to hear : " 33rd batch, I hereby call a close on your Team Building Week!"
"HOOOOYAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."
Present :
Hell week allowed me to realize the kind of person i really am, showed me where my strengths and weaknesses lay and where my limits really are. And it showed me who my buddies really are, and what we're capable of doing with teamwork :) and a never say die attitude.
Overall, I've got to say : I'm relieved.
I'm relieved for a fact that, the true me that came out of the nutshell in my moments of insanity and suffering, :
was a person who never gave up fighting no matter how dire the situation was, it was a person who kept pushing the limits, who kept encouraging his batch boys and boat mates, was a person who tried his best to point direction in our chaos, and tried put to make sense out of our confusion.
I'm relieved for a fact that I'm not a weakling who breaks down and cries in the face of insanity, but someone who goes in headstrong.
Boat 1
To be honest, I'd bet nobody expected boat 1 to be this strong. Before hell week, it was a common perception that boat 1 (smurf boat) was the weakest boat, well, at least physically. But in hellweek, we proved everyone wrong, when we came out first in the boat competitions, when we arrived first in our boat paddling race, when we finished strong and first in our hump runs. I'd say hellweek is 10% physical , and 90 % mental strength.
And i suppose that's why we were strong in hellweek. Even though our physical bodies were broken down, we stood as one, endured as one, and fought as one with our mental strength to come out on tops for so many times.
Job well done, hooya boat 1 !! :) !! I love my smurf boat X) !!
We are the bold
United souls
We live to win another victory
Our sacred scars
Show who we are
United souls
We live to win another victory
Our sacred scars
Show who we are
And tell the story of our memories
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