11 days.
June 24, 2007
The 11 days at Home Team Academy was kind of er… fun?
Other than the fever, sorethroat, cough and abrasions, the first two weeks in camp wasn’t as bad as i expected.
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” Move like Lightning! Shout like Thunder!”
To travel from one point to another at Home Team Academy, one has to jog when he is in PT kit and march when wearing walkout attire or number 3 or after meals. There is no dilly dally-ing in camp. Even during meal times, we only have 10 mins for breakfast and 15 mins for lunch or dinner.
The main two contributors to the noise levels at HTA are the instructors and the trainees. When an instructor asks a question in a loud booming voice, the trainees have to reply in a louder voice. That prolly explains why the whole lot of trainess were suffering from sore throats and cough by the second week in camp.
” I will kick your fucking face!”
” Lock your elbows, you asshole!”
” This is not a fucking resort!”
The instructors’ loud voices and choice of words almost scared the shit outta me during my first few days at Home Team Academy. I soon got used to it and understood why HTA was built at Old Chua Chu Kang Rd – far far away from residents.
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Fri- met up and chilled with polymates
Sat- met bunkmates to shop and met Mum to do alteration and dinner.
Sun- meeting bunkmates to do more shopping, dinner and booking in.
