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Friday, 1 February 2008

English CA: OBS Journal

Outward Bound Singapore 2nd Day
23 January 2008

Our highlight of the day was the land expedition; we were given the coordinates of four checkpoints. Elated after the success of finding the first two checkpoints, we made our way down an insect and jungle-infested hill, as the second checkpoint was on the top of a hill.

If climbing up the hill was hard, going down was downright exhausting. I was right in the front, and had to fight my way through invisible spider webs and thorns. I had scratches all over my arms and my face was coated with spider webs. It wasnÕt difficult to imagine spiders crawling all over my body, and I had to fight the urge to scream. And then, we soon found we were lost.
We kept heading towards the sunlight in the distance, hoping that we would reach a path. However, we found we were in front of a field of very tall and very dense grass. It was impossible to walk through, but there was no other way out. Finally, I stomped through the grass, pushing it down and managed to clear a path for us to walk through. We ended up next to a small, muddy canal. Either side had the young roots of mangrove trees, mudskippers and crabs. The banks were extremely muddy.

There was no point in crossing to the other point of the canal to move, as it was too overgrown to walk in. Hence, we walked in the mud.

We squelched along what seemed like hours, getting increasingly tired and filthy. More than one person had her shoe sucked into the mud, and it came out, wet and dripping. I felt as if I were at my breaking point and had to keep fighting tears. My ankles were crying for rest; I had fallen down so many times I knew I was going to break something.

But I had to keep moving on. If I broke my ankle, my group mates would have to carry me, as well as their heavy backpacks. It was sheer determination that kept me and all of us going.
This trek through the mud was probably the most emotionally draining experience throughout the expedition. It was horrible, and more than one person said aloud "I want to go home." It was the TKGian spirit of determination that got us through the journey and to our campsite.

Outward Bound Singapore 3rd Day
24 January 2008

At 8am, I was in a triyak with Hanis and Sakinah, ready to start our sea expedition. We were going to paddle east, along the length of the island, until we reached a smaller island nicknamed "Frog Island", paddle around it and then head west until we reached our camp. The entire distance was more than 10km, but all of us expected it to be easier than the land expedition, as we didn't have to battle through trees and insects.

The weather was ideal as clouds hid the sun and it drizzled a little around nine in the morning, keeping us cool. We were all in good spirits as we kayaked, Hanis, Sakinah and I singing songs together, and we kept near the front of the fifteen kayaks.

However, it was tiring, as we were paddling against the currents of the sea, and our arms were soon sore and aching. As we rounded the island, we spotted the frog-shaped rock that gave the island its name. However, as it was high tide we couldnÕt see half the rock. Frankly, I thought it looked more like a polar bear than a frog.

Going back to camp was hard as Hanis was getting seasick, and we were all ravenous. I was the only one on the triyak who had the sense to bring any food: an orange, a granola bar and a pack of cheese crackers. Upholding the TKGian spirit of graciousness, I divided the food, giving the most of it to Hanis and Sakinah, even though I only had a breakfast of three digestive biscuits at 3am and was just as hungry, if not, hungrier, than the two of them.

We stopped often for water breaks, and to allow those behind to catch up. By 10am, the sun was beginning to poke through the clouds, and we could feel the heat. We stopped for lunch around noon and continued to move.

Around this time, Hanis was getting really seasick, and so Sakinah and I had to keep paddling to catch up with the others. We had to reach the campsite by 1pm, as the tide would go out then. However, we managed to reach the shore at 12.30pm, exceeding our expectations. We were all proud of our achievement.

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WHAT THE HELL IS THIS CRAP???

Where's all the personality, the Natalie touch that makes a story so obviously written by Natalie??? What's happened here???

LIMITATION OF IMAGINATION. That's what.

We're only allowed a MAXIMUM of 400 words per entry. Hence, this journal has ended up as rubbish, written by the type of mindless robots that others like to instill "values" in.

Urgh. It's not my fault if I fail this. My original script was WAY better.

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