flashbacks..

awoke in the dark and stretched my distressed limbs.. it says 0600h on my watch.. sigh.. time to comms again.. Picked up the receiver of the 840:


" Harloe XX, this is Bravo XX, First light comms check over. "
(I hear an influx of similar reports from my comrades on other sites. )
"XX, Bravo XX, i hear you loud and clear. Midday comms check at 1200h."
"Bravo XX, roger over"
"XX, nothing further out"


Super sian can.. Sat up. it's damn freaky cold la.. Can't sleep properly.. cos n are sharing his A-Frame. and also since we cudnt afford to miss the first light comms check, have been waking up sporadically just to check the freaking time. is sound asleep. He seems to have adapted to this shit the second we came onto this island la.. The air is damp. 'm damn cold. Wearing spare socks on my hands and my sandfly net over my head. Can't go back to sleep, so juz sat and waited.

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It's Day 3 of Ex. ChillHermit. Plodded back to my own A-Frame once there was light. Argh. this is misery. Haven't built a roof for my Frame n 'll be damned if Brunei decided to have a few showers. My Fireplace is also half done.. n my birdtrap is halfway done, iguana trap havent started. smoke teepee hasn't even crossed my mind. Shiat!

'm like super nuah can.. Haven't eaten for 3 days n 'm now moving with max lethargy. An instructor will be coming at 1100h later to come & assess on our progress.. plus we gotta kill our quail. No running away.. Too nuah to think abt it. As sat upon my Frame (which has uneven bedding made up of trunks cut down from the previous 2 days) n stoned , can see energetically walking ard in his grey vest.. chopping stuff.. collecting CB leaves.. as per normal.. Is he on batteries or sth?

Changed out of my snug long 4, into my grey vest, reeking of shiat. (working attire) A lil more stoning b4 overcame my inertia, grab my parang, slung my rifle, n continued my endless collection of resources: Vines, logs, and wad not. And also to visit the others.. Our progress is all abt the same.. lagging behind 's.. Between chopping down trees, stripping them n dragging them back to my site neanderthal caveman style, went to tok cok wif (my buddy-we're equally nuah =) ) and .... 's doing his bird trap already.. whereas was still trying to strip sum roots to be used as vines. Hrs passed. My stomach sumhow has gotten used to the hunger. It's no longer growling.. tho it just gnaws n gnaws. Suddenly, the peace was shattered into smithereens. The sound of a motor on River Apoi butchered the tranquility. Hurried back to my site. Shiat. They are coming.

(.. to be continued...)