Friday, March 16, 2007 at 11:44 PM
fast and furious can't fully describe the days from CTs till now. so i'm just typing blindly and hope that my words make some sense. olc has come and gone. so fast. 3 days of hell for the trainees and in some ways for us too. olc doesn't just test the mental and physical capabilities of the trainees, it tests how strong we are as a batch too. in some ways, in a lot of ways. maybe there really is a generation gap between the 90s and the 80s, the trainees seek fun in weird places, taking mass dances to new extremes. or maybe its just that they're J1s, where the rest of the year is filled with fun, afterall they're in a new place, new friends, new everything, new experiences. maybe they would feel the same as us after a year or so. oh mann, berkelah really is quite a letdown. somehow, the bus ride was more trying than the trek. throw in some leeches, low branches, trecherous falls, maybe a few overhangs and you have a climb. whats a climb with concrete in it? trekking along a dirt road for less than 10km, up a small slope, hike for less than 3 hours and you've reached the target. wow. my grandma could do better. seriously. but i guess for the trainees, its one hell of a first experience, same as what kota must have been like for us. all the stars at the top is one thing that many of us would not forget. helping one another up, sharing food, complaining about sunburns and mother of all aloe veras, stretched out on groundsheets aching all over and just talking plain crap, taking in the fabulous sky. the bonds you forge through hardship and lame jokes, that's whats odac's about. hmm, 4 people in odac that i would save if i only could save 4? i'd no sooner kill myself that make such a choice, who gets to say who's more valuable? who determines whose parents and friends are going to grieve?