I'm an one-year soldier already. It's amazing what this one year has done to me. Seriously, I've never dreamt that I would go through so much pain, joy and laughter. And Love? Maybe all in the wrong place, wrong time. I realised I don't know how handle my emotions well too - as logical person as I might be. Life SHOULD be relatively easier now, 2 weeks into my new unit life, I'm kinda enjoying it. Shit haven't come in yet but it will come soon, very soon. Ok, maybe not shit, just more WORK.
I seriously have very bad memories. I just don't remember the recent things, things that I've said, people that I've spoken to, topics that I've discussed about. Now all these seem kinda familiar, I might have mentioned this is one of the previous posts. This is bad. I don't know what can I do about it. Maybe I shall eat more brain food - right, random.
Realised people have been blogging less. Looks like we all have our own life, especially so for those guys who are attached to their deary girlfriends who spoils them - they no longer blog and I don't know what's going on with their life. No activities on facebook too. I just hope they are not those got girlfriend no more friends type. Which leads me thinking, am I gonna be like that too? =/ Now I don't dare to promise much.
After being involved "inactively" in the NDP 09, I now look at this nationwide event from a new perspective. First, why "inactively" - by the time I'm involved, most of the comms stuff were up and there isn't any active role for me despite me begging for one. So I made use of the time/freedom around the marina platform, walking around, finding familiar faces, have a chat, going up to the so-call high-security-access levels like the control/comms rooms, seeing how the busy people work by the seconds, going down one corner to see how our logistics personnel working silently from providing food and water to clearing rubbish and setting up toilet points, and also see how our 3 star general along with Deputy PM/Minister of Defence got drenched in the rain together with all the Primary 5 kids and performers from all walks of life -all contributing to the making of this year's NDP in every possible sense. Their actions, be it big or small, be it at the behind-the-scenes or infront of audience, speaks a lot more. Imagine what could happen otherwise. I can choose to walk away, give reasons for not wasting my time there. Others too, they can just not participate in it, they can just run for shelter when the rain comes. But no one walked away when we actually have a choice to opt for a easier life.
I've learnt that we are all not noble to say we are here to defend our country, our home, for our independence, yada yada. These are just the macro picture that sometimes we don't give an f about. It's the little things - the people that have always been around us that we sometimes neglect, that we don't want to lose them, we want to protect them. People like your friends and family. It always starts from the basic unit - then it builds up to the big picture, our identity.
[To be continued...]