Happy Endings only bring about Happier Beginnings

I am left with just 3 more days of ICT before I am out. Not that I haven't been out at all, taking into consideration what I do for ICT, but out as in free from my responsibilities type of out. In all honesty, I thoroughly enjoyed almost every single day of my ICT. From the "talk-cock" sessions prior to in-processing the RT men, through the long and rather mentally strenuous conducting of lessons, to the chillaxing after-debrief activities, I enjoyed every single moment. The company that I have been keeping the last 1 and a half weeks has been thoroughly refreshing and I must admit I have learnt a lot during my short stint there. Thanks to the wonders of Facebook, I am pretty glad that we'll, or at least I'll, be keeping in touch with the whole lot of you till we next meet again in a year's time... *hint hint*

This entry isn't going to be long because the long hours of FCC life can take quite a toll on one's active blogging lifestyle. Before I hit the sack and call it a night however, I must post a terribly gruesome experience I had at the cookhouse today whilst having dinner with the guys prior to the start of our "work-day".

R.I.P
Random Mynah

The above is the commonly seen Javan Mynah. Pesky, smelly and a potential carrier of some future Avian Flu Virus, it certainly isn't the most lovable of creatures. Anyway... we were having dinner when one decided to swoop in through an open grill gate into the cookhouse, in hopes of getting a quick fix in the washing area or something. I was watching the bird as it flew in, drifted upwards and then struck the ceiling fan which sliced off its left wing. The doomed and stricken creature went careening out of control as the wing broke off (like a doomed airliner) and fell to the floor as the rest of the Mynah went crashing on to the table right in the middle of three SGTS who were having their dinner. The bird, I think..., then rolled off the table onto the floor. The sight must have been a gruesome one I think for I... decided that I wasn't strong enough to stomach such a sight. After a lot of "Eeeewing" and "OOOOOoooing", a tough Guardsman took it upon himself to remove the dead/ dying creature from the cookhouse. I shed two drops of tears for the lost bird, just in case you guys start getting the idea that I am some cruel cold hearted bastard without a care for anything soft and fluffy in this perfect world of ours.

With that last random paragraph, I shall now call it a night :) Till the next entry!