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We received our heartsaver certificates (though I wouldn't trust the CPR of someone outside the Medical Corps, seriously) after taking our tests... So I'm sorta a qualified first aider, or at least for CPR for the next two years...

Kinda funny... I failed the test twice despite knowing CPR cos they asked me "is the timing one-thousand, two-thousand or one-a-thousand, two-a-thousand" which I didn't know cos I used them interchangeably (rightly or wrongly) when I was in St. John hahah... whoops...

Anyway Meng Seng was wondering out loud if in real life we'd really go render first aid... I know I would cos I've ALMOST been tried by fire twice (once the casualty recovered and the other, the "casualty" turned out to be playing a prank) and both times I was fully prepared to do so. Its just a matter of whether my CPR would be good or whether I'd break his ribs, lacerate his liver and give him grastric distention or not hahah...

But at least for the test all my compressions and ventilations were green except for maybe one or two... And I STILL can't figure out how come the green light for ventilations will come on when you compress the CPR mannequin's collarbones heheh...

Anyway the week so far was quite traumatic...

One hour before graduation route march, just as life seemed pretty good, I was called down to see one of the platoon commanders who told me my disruption was CANCELLED!! and that I was to be posted to Delta Wing i.e. going to infantry. I was totally shocked / disappointed / angry / irritated not so much that I was not disrupting, but cos I didn't know what would become of my 2007 registration!! What if I didn't get a place in 2009!! Then not only that but I was accused of "breaking the chain of command" by going to consult the person in charge of the medical scholarship at Nee Soon Camp. But I maintain that I was fully justified in that - if I had gone through my PC, then my Wing Comm, then SAFTI HQ, I guarantee I would have gotten too little information too late. Darn.

(In case people don't know, I rejected the SAF scholarship cos it would put me in high positions like division MO and stuff, and I DO was to continue treating people, not do planning and stuff)

Anyway it was one of the worst route marches I ever did... 23 km from 9 pm to 3 am the next day, with no sleep. Not so much cos no sleep but cos this was weighing on my mind.. Thanks Abel and Ming Zhou for trying to lift my spirits during the march, Kenny, Eric and Marvin as well in their own ways, but I was really depressed. Its like my future suddenly looked so uncertain (People are so falliable. When I panic it seems I suddenly don't remember that God is with me )

In fact I had been feeling better that the 16th klick, but then when I was walking past Delta some person yelled "Who's coming to Delta? Welcome to hell!" which instantly put me back into depression.

I think this is the reason why the whole march as well as senior bar presentation seems so hazy... Cos my mental state was really fouled up...

But upon returning to camp I was called to see my Wing 2IC who took my side of the story and went and did some clarification. The calls this time flew back and forth from our wing line and HQ MC faster I think...

The long and short of it was that, after a long day of sleep deprivation, running from my bunk to wing HQ or some officer's office, from Tango Wing to Delta Wing, the whole thing was revised JUST before I was to pack my stuff and shift over to Delta. Phew.

SAF expedited my disruption by getting me (and another poor guy who, like me, rejected the SAF scholarship and so was in a similar situation from Delta Wing) to head down to CMPB today to sign my disruption letter.

So alls well that ends well as the cliche goes... These few days I will have to travel back and forth from my home, SAFTI MI, and CMPB quite a bit, but the extra bus fares, I guess, will be worth the trouble? Anyway I owe a lot to my platoon mates for keeping me sane, especially my section (oh heck, everyone really...) plus Kanan who was in the Wing HQ when I was making my calls , my parents for helping me find out stuff, Alvin the wing clerk for helping liase with Delta as well as SAFTI HQ and my various instructors =)

So yesterday was probably (unless there's another admin foul up) my last day in army for 6 years.... Hmmhmm... I'll believe it when I get my pink IC back... Until then, its time to start getting back to the mugging mood and brace for uni!