Here i am posting about NPAPo9. come to think about it i have changed. The pride of being PART OF the GOLD UNIT. That pride, i hope to sustain through my remianing days in NPCC.

When we were sec2s i remember the day where we as cadets went to witness this event. I posted about it after i went home and that was what i wrote:

that was the only sentence i wrote but i remembered this promise i made to myself : "i must wear that number one uniform! i must."

I did of course in the end and you would have seen me loooking very awkward in it. (thats besides the point) I am proud but this time a totally different feeling-- I AM PART OF THE PARADE.

i remembered the day of selection, i was dying from a terrible virus that got onto me, i was indeed dying. I didnt care about that so much though, the number one uniform, once its gone its gone forever. I was unwilling to give up and btw thanks squadmates for encouraging me. yeah our hard work paid off we all got in. We trained doubly hard, worst of all i was the worst in drill (someone had to be the last and in this case it was me). Every practise drained us, all of us.

Soon i got tired. i was tired about drilling and drilling i was tired about all the things i had to do i was tired of skipping lessons i was tired of tired. I am sure a few people knows it i wanted to give up. ENDURANCE. It had been pushing my limits especially the day before. Demoralised time after time. I had seriously difficulty trying to flick up the rifle and get a grip on it cause the gloves were too slippery even to the day before the parade. UPSET perhaps, disappointment. I was afraid of that. The day of parade, i was determined to give it my all. I did it. Thats all i need to know-- i tried my best. "Good Job!" thats all i need to hear. Its enough, its all worth it. Squadmates thanks for your support.