just came back from my 1st ict feeling sick... literally, not metaphorically. although i am of cos sick and tired of ns, i came back with a cough and sore throat. and on the last day no less... interesting thing is i managed to clear my 4 static stations on the last day even with the sore throat. oh wow. the only problem is... it should have come earlier dammit. waste my time only. now waste the resst of my holidays recouperating at home. well at least it gives me a reason to blog again haha.

but anyway, ict was not as bad as i expected... really. it was a waste of my time of cos, but you know pessimistic me always assumes the worst. one of the few things that kept me going was the canteen. come on i need my daily dose of milo after all. the worst was when they showed us a video with bad english. seriously, the video is quite inspiring. this handicapped son who could walk or talk entering marathons and triathalons with the help of his father. i.e. the son sits in a wheelchair while the father pushes. it is a very touching video really. until the last frame where these words pop out: never run alone. i completely lost it after that. it was their idea of a motivating story for 2.4 but it was my idea of a joke. am i bloody proud of my new unit? you bet i am. am i waiting for the next ict? absolutely dying in anticipation.
bert cussed at 5:49 PM.