OCS - The School of Hard Knocks..

2 weeks into OCS and I am feeling the pinch of training to be an officer. Training for it is no easy stint. 2 weeks in and I can sense the high expectations laid out by the commanders in OCS. I wouldn't know how to put it, but I think dogs are sometimes better cared for than Officer Cadets there. I wish there would be a better way to put things across but it just seems that way. Nonetheless, there are many experiences that I gathered, I doubt I will forget.

It seems that the world has changed so much from the days that my parents were living in only a mere 20 years ago. The world of the internet has brought to its people the freedom of expression and showmanship to the world in record speeds. With that there comes the threat of confidential information spilling to the outside world, letting terrrorist obtain vital information of a country's security.

The information above must have been but one of the many things I learnt in OCS, realising the importance of responsibility on freedom of expression on the internet. Being in OCS i must say has slowly begun to evolve my perspectives of life and my surroundings. It's a crazy world out there I suppose, but never did I realise the consequences could be so real in Singapore's context.

Moreover, time away from home really made me realise how important family is to me. I was extremely happy to see them for the famliy visit earlier in the day. It seems it is only now that I do not take my family for granted. I really do love my parents. It just makes me cry thinking of them in my bunk at times.

36 more weeks of training and I will be done. I already see myself with the black bar on my shoulder, in the commissioning parade. I believe it and I see it. Its all a matter of the mind. I know it! Press on Saffy, press on!

An Neong Ha Sey Oh SAFTI MI!

I just got my posting on Friday and guess wad? I am going to OCS! Sigh.. More army shit to come my way and more stuff that I dun understand that I have to do. How I wish I was just a simple civilian. I know that it may be an honour to pass out as an officer in OCS, but to sacrifice so much of that time and effort put in away from home and my loved ones, it is hard to even think of sometimes. Army life has kinda showed me the route to independence. A chance for me to live out life on my own, in its own kind of way. I guess I will just have to go with the flow for now. Time will tell whether my effort will bear its fruit. Things seem much livelier i guess, and its getting more exciting. I can feel the vibes. I dunno how to explain it, but its a cool feeling to have. I'll let time tell, I'll just let time tell.. Press on Saffy, press on..

Tekong cough..

Is it just my body or me over reacting cause i kinda miss my days in BMT. Till it came to a point I got sick. I got a cough and flu only 2 days after leaving Tekong. I don't know what this means but the feeling of being sick just sucks. Alrite! Let me be up and ready before my platoon meet up this wed for soccer. Press on Saffy, Press on..

A friend's dilemma in NS..

Ever since I passed out from BMT, I'd feel a sense of satisfaction to life live to the best I can. Time has never ever been as precious as what I am experiencing now. Especially so ever since a friend of mine has been facing problems facing the reality of befriending a girl in the midst of NS. It must be a challenge for him to tell me how much little time he has to balance to take the chance to take her out for a simple dinner or even to send her home. It takes so much out of him to make a simple phone call to her for he is afraid to anger the traditional parents who curfews the daughter to calls till 11 when he knows he only has time after 10. It's madness he tells me, when he is crazy in love with her but thr is little but a sign that she likes him. Time is ticking away. He feels exasperated at the general statements many make that ALL NS GUYS ARE DESPERATELY DESPERATE FOR FEMALE ATTENTION! I don't understand this point at all, cause i never believed it to be true. I must agree that in NS, we happily talk abt girls cause it does make for good entertainment, but I never thought that it would create thoughts of desperation in us at all. WHY DOES EVERYBODY THINK THAT! I can tell he really likes this girl, but the thought of uncertainty for his near future stops him in his tracks. The question he has so long been waiting to ask is ringing in his head but he doesn't have the guts to tell it all. I don't have the answer to help him out.. Do you? DO YOU?