tracks breaking took up almost the whole week.
a saddening and exhaustive chores, yet we don’t have choice.
vehicles are shipping to wallaby and by all means everything must be done.
oh, btw, thurdays was a great eatout at Shangri’la, The Line.
A $88 dinner buffets that offer a really wide spread of seafood, Italy, Japanese, Indian cuisine and whatever you want. Red Wine, included 
– speaking of alcohol, i think it’s highly addictive.
so well, on physical side, we run the taboo 16km last friday at ECP.
Characteristic by the endless horizontal, along with water points, babes, other units, it doesn’t seem so shack after all. i guess those training we have in preparation of the AHM helps. Or maybe it was with AMEO running with me. The occassional eccentric guys did he symbolic gesture of waving (like some fortune cat figurine) whenever we pass by the opposite human traffic. Here’s the part – i am suprised not because he still have enough energy to keep waving , but by the waves of people that he seems to knows, those men, spec and officers… frankly, it put me to shame with my megre networks of friends i truely have…
next week is outfield. – —
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