3rd weekend burned. Fuckin tired. First Guard Duty which falls on weekend. Fucked up man. From Saturday mornin 8 o'clock until today mornin 8 o'clock. Heard that this comin week have to book in on Saturday night due to the road closure outside my camp. ZZ. 4th weekend burned.

Havin outfield every week. ZZ. Dirty like fuck. Nearly died when bashin through the forest back to camp. I was shag out. I carried my LBV which weigh about 5 kg, my personal weapon which weigh 7 kg, and a 'Matador' which weigh about 8.9 kgand I was not allowed to Fall Out. My fellow mates keep KP me. ZZ. Well, this sentence slipped through my mind at that moment - That that does not kills me, can only make me STRONGER, and i made it back to camp lyin flat on the ground.

Tommorow's outfield again. Wednesday's SOC (Standard Obstacle Course) which i fear most. I will get my Lance Corporal rank if i pass that test. Good Luck.

Alright, it's time for me to take a rest.

Finally, i manage to book out this week. I have been sort of confine for 1 weekend due to last week's live range. Although this 1 and a half day weekend off for me is never enough. Have been rehearsin for today's event, Family Day which marks the end of Trades Courses. After the Parade was sort of a fun fair for the parents, and i got assigned to Station 5 which are 'Models' to take pics with the visitors. Camou on, for information.

Now, without further to do, let me show u peeps the pics i took this Trades Course Graduation Day.