i'm back!
This is the day that the Lord has made! I will rejoice and be glad in it!
It sure do have some kinda therapeutic effect on me. Feels comforted that the Almighty one is in control of everything.
I'm like trying to spend more time with the people around me, esp my cell members. It's like i've been with many of them for more than a year, but i never really knew them on a personal basis until recently.
It's revelating, but at the same time disturbing.
Disturbing, because we were members for so long and yet I never really knew what were their main concerns in life. The things that bothered them the most, and the thing they hold close to their hearts. Life and it's issues it's not just about cell or svc attendance, but the lives they actually lived. I wanna show them that i care, that i'm not just that guitarist that sits next to the cell leader during meetings or the one who abandons cell for girlfriend. i wanna be a good bro to these people.
So there i was, plowing through the blogs you people typed and experiencing the very thoughts expressed online. Interesting..
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My girlfriend is amazingly in love with me. So much so that I feel bad. Afraid i might not be able to reciprocate the love she gave. Because of my unbelievable schedules and goals.. more often than not, she gotta take a back seat. I hope to love her back the same. i hope to do what i'm doing now, and more. Dear God, please expand my capacity!
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Spectator
Bob
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Friday, May 12, 2006
What a gathering!
One of the grandest and perhaps final HQ cohesion for me and my former colleagues at BMTC 1.
Time flies, soldiers ORD, life goes on...
Finally, the last of HQ cohesion I will ever attend. My former NSf colleagues and peers have already left or are in the midst of clearing their annual leaves. The regulars are pending posting out or are ceasing service within this few months. The very people that made national svc memorable, are packing my memories along with them.
Something peculiar though, the person who used to F#$%^& me with vocab i never knew, in front of all my peers, superiors, subordinates, recruits and even external contractors, to the extend that even the warrant officer corps expressed concern over this young 2LT; this very person actually came up and joked with me, wanting my name card and was all smiles. A warmth kinda seeped through my body, i smiled back, sincerely.
There are people who are made to serve the nation. Their strength lies in their innate abilities to manipulate people at will, by love or by force, to achieve the goals that's for the overall good of the army. Often seen as slave drivers by the subs, these are the very people we need to mobilise(note: not motivate) the inert men in green.
i kinda respected and hated him then.. But now, it kinda struck me that he was who he was because of his appointment, the devil in the people management hierarchy, the 2nd-in-Command. My PS was an ass when i was a recruit, my APC was a slave driver in OCS, my Sch 2IC, this multi-faceted soldier, was a well... monster, IMHO.
I am glad I've moved on, but i look forward to seeing these people again, someday perhaps, at some informal gathering when fear is not what that brings us together, but brotherly love.
Loving the men in green
Weijian
One of the grandest and perhaps final HQ cohesion for me and my former colleagues at BMTC 1.
Time flies, soldiers ORD, life goes on...
Finally, the last of HQ cohesion I will ever attend. My former NSf colleagues and peers have already left or are in the midst of clearing their annual leaves. The regulars are pending posting out or are ceasing service within this few months. The very people that made national svc memorable, are packing my memories along with them.
Something peculiar though, the person who used to F#$%^& me with vocab i never knew, in front of all my peers, superiors, subordinates, recruits and even external contractors, to the extend that even the warrant officer corps expressed concern over this young 2LT; this very person actually came up and joked with me, wanting my name card and was all smiles. A warmth kinda seeped through my body, i smiled back, sincerely.
There are people who are made to serve the nation. Their strength lies in their innate abilities to manipulate people at will, by love or by force, to achieve the goals that's for the overall good of the army. Often seen as slave drivers by the subs, these are the very people we need to mobilise(note: not motivate) the inert men in green.
i kinda respected and hated him then.. But now, it kinda struck me that he was who he was because of his appointment, the devil in the people management hierarchy, the 2nd-in-Command. My PS was an ass when i was a recruit, my APC was a slave driver in OCS, my Sch 2IC, this multi-faceted soldier, was a well... monster, IMHO.
I am glad I've moved on, but i look forward to seeing these people again, someday perhaps, at some informal gathering when fear is not what that brings us together, but brotherly love.
Loving the men in green
Weijian
Monday, May 01, 2006
Passing thoughts: Limit Break
Ther are times when a soldier can only fight so far. The raining shells and ballistics are no longer a cause for concern. Perhaps a stray bullet to the shin would give him a much needed rest. A triggered landmine might just jolt his senses together, and cast thoughts on the cause for this battle. Let him bite your bullet, so he can excuse himself legitimately from his call of duty and relinquish responsibilities he wonders why he shouldered.
fight on little soldier, the war awaits your grand entry and glorious end.
Bob
Ther are times when a soldier can only fight so far. The raining shells and ballistics are no longer a cause for concern. Perhaps a stray bullet to the shin would give him a much needed rest. A triggered landmine might just jolt his senses together, and cast thoughts on the cause for this battle. Let him bite your bullet, so he can excuse himself legitimately from his call of duty and relinquish responsibilities he wonders why he shouldered.
fight on little soldier, the war awaits your grand entry and glorious end.
Bob
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