Drenched in my pain again
"You know they say life is short, they say you wake up one day, on a day, all your dreams, everything you wish for and wanted to. Gone, just like that. You know. People, people get old, and things changed, situation changed. What i want is just, i want this moment, this day, my feelings for you, the way you look right, the way i look at you. I just want this to last forever.."
Been really some time since i posted something constructive, something which might generate some food for thought. As usual, been pre-occupied with army for 90% of my time, which i've calculated that i've spent less than 120hrs per month outside, outside meaning time/space that has nothing to do with SAF issues.
Backtracking just a little, i went for a morning dim sum last sunday, over at Goodwood Park Hotel. (Photos) $15.80+++ per head and what you see, is what you get. And prior to that, i saw a dead dog on the road on my way to the restaurant. Fragile life? Perhaps so.
Thinking of posting stuff that happened for the past week, but i reckon they are just nothing but military issues and all the not-so-interesting topics. Just to summarized them up, i had my GPMG live firing on friday, and the night shoot was something breath-taking. Too bad i didn't have my camera with me, or should i say i'm not allowed to, else i'll love to post up the beautiful scenes over here. Especially the illuminating hand-held grenade which ignites the whole area as it slowly descends from the sky. And also, i have managed to clear my SOC, but have yet to get my 9:44s timing to achieve gold for IPPT.
Starting this monday, i'll be having my 5 day 4 night platoon outfield, which includes Exercise Spade. A digging exercise whereby most officers would never forget back in their cadet days. Nothing but pure trench digging for 2 days in a row. Something i bet no human in the right state of mind would want to do, for that you'll get nothing but lack of sleep, fatigue and all the blisters you can ever imagine on your palms.
Commissioning parade coming up soon for the senior batch. By the time it arrives on the 10th of june, it will also marked the end of my Service term, with 2 more weeks after that. Pretty much looking forward to my Social Night on the 22nd of June, and perhaps a short holiday following that.
Right now, i need to work out my finance, for that i might be spending quite alot as i'm looking to buy a Motorola RAZR V3i, a ZARA Men blazer and my long-gone Hugo Boss perfume. But for the mobile phone and blazer, they are just mere want more than a need, so unless i strike gold, i might just wanna put them on hold.
Alright, that's all i have. 12 more days to my b-day, and making an early wish now, i hope all the things will go my way, not for the worse, just for the best.
Till then.
Sunday, May 28, 2006
Sunday, May 21, 2006
Procrastinate
I have tonnes of stuff to say and tonnes of photos to share, yet i'm running out of time to do so. So as the title suggested, i shall do it some other time. I've just managed to upload some photos to my Multiply site, after trying it out today. Shall upload more when time permits.
Till then.
I have tonnes of stuff to say and tonnes of photos to share, yet i'm running out of time to do so. So as the title suggested, i shall do it some other time. I've just managed to upload some photos to my Multiply site, after trying it out today. Shall upload more when time permits.
Till then.
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Busy weekends
Some photos of the Cohesion Day i had yesterday at Siloso Beach. Wasn't really that fantastic considering the fact that the rain came pouring down around 11am. Did enjoyed the most out of it by playing beach soccer. Other than that, i reckon no one in the right state of mind would drag themselves out of bed at 6am just to be at Sentosa for that little bit of fun.
I woke up 11am this morning and i realised i haven't register at the NS website to download some materials to study up. Some, which i meant 9 topics of Platoon Training to be covered. I spend around 2 hours plus, just briefly reading it through. To be honest, i have forgotten much about it.
Nothing much to write for this post. Probably not much time to do a long one too. Left with 10 minutes before i have to rush back to camp. Happy Mother's Day to all the mums out there. The only reason why your children likes to make things difficult for you, is that they just hope to make their presence felt and for you to be there nagging at them. Quote and unquote.
Alright, that's all folks. Till then.
Some photos of the Cohesion Day i had yesterday at Siloso Beach. Wasn't really that fantastic considering the fact that the rain came pouring down around 11am. Did enjoyed the most out of it by playing beach soccer. Other than that, i reckon no one in the right state of mind would drag themselves out of bed at 6am just to be at Sentosa for that little bit of fun.
I woke up 11am this morning and i realised i haven't register at the NS website to download some materials to study up. Some, which i meant 9 topics of Platoon Training to be covered. I spend around 2 hours plus, just briefly reading it through. To be honest, i have forgotten much about it.
Nothing much to write for this post. Probably not much time to do a long one too. Left with 10 minutes before i have to rush back to camp. Happy Mother's Day to all the mums out there. The only reason why your children likes to make things difficult for you, is that they just hope to make their presence felt and for you to be there nagging at them. Quote and unquote.
Alright, that's all folks. Till then.
Friday, May 12, 2006
Waiting game
"Fuck!"
Trust me to come out with this word right? That's the word i'll use to sum up the whole week. A week whereby some of us deemed it as the slackest week among the 8 weeks stay in OCS. But for me, it's a week of disappointment, soreness, body aches, fatigue and emptiness.
Somehow, i hurled that f-word out, right in front of my instructor during my SOC test on Wednesday. And guess what? I failed my SOC due to my low rope station. I was so pissed of with myself when i'm not able to do a proper loop after 3 tries, and i had to surrender my number tag to my instructor, who's the supervising officer at the station.
I was so disappointed that i kept mute for the rest of the day after the SOC. I went back to try re-doing the low rope station again, after the whole wing headed back for shower and dinner. Without much difficulty, i managed to clear it with a single loop and did it for couple of times. That's when i asked myself why am i so upset. Does result matters so much to me now? No doubt SOC is a veto factor to remain in OCS, but somehow i felt i'm setting alot of expectations and demanded alot more from myself.
Perhaps too used being not bothered by results and such previously, things came my way without much difficulties and sometimes unexpectedly. But recently, starting from my failure of Air-Grading over at Tamworth, things are no longer the same. The more i want something, the more i won't be able to achieve it. And maybe i'm not someone who accepts failure easily, i get emotionally down when i failed. Not to the extreme extend whereby i go bonkers or anything to do with violence, i just felt like i'm going back to my old self; a walking zombie.
Trainings for me have also been picking up quite alot lately. Additional trainings for those who have yet to achieve Gold for IPPT, whereby those already done so get to sleep and do whatever they deemed fit. Sprinting around tracks for 5km or so, just the day before our SOC test, makes one wonder if we are trained to be superman.
Not forgetting the long punishment on Wednesday night, for the lack of discipline as explained by the instructor.
The punishment breaks down to something like this in sequential order:
1) 3 changing parade from admin attire to long 4, long 4 to civilian and back to long 4 again, each with a time frame of 3 minutes.
2) Followed by falling in FBO (Full Battle Order) in 2 minutes.
3) 2 minutes to get 2 full water bottle filled up.
4) Placing 2 water bottles, fieldpack, helmet and SBO separately at 4 corners of the parade square, with another time frame of 3 minutes again.
5) 2 minutes to gather all the stuff back.
6) Drink up 1 full water bottle of 1 litre and 3 of my platoon mates puked up. Despite sounding out that they are too full to continue, the instructor told them to continue drinking and they can just puke on the parade square if they need to, which they did.
7) Marched around the whole parade square with FBO for 30 minutes.
8) 10 minutes to wash up and lights out with zero movements.
All and all, the punishment lasted almost 1hr 40minutes. Whether it's legal or not, whether if there's any safety breach or not and whether it's considered tough punishment or not, you shall be the judge.
I'm being quieter lately and i hate to think now. Going through motions just like what our instructors like to label us, is exactly what i'm doing now. Isolating myself away from the crowd, listening to emo punk rock, not talking much, black and white, giving and showing hack care attitude and use of excessive vulgarities are probably what you will expect from the dead man walking; Jeri.
I realised my blog posts tends to be rather dull, with tonnes of words and zero picture/photo. So i reckon i should add some pictures here and there, hopefully able to just lighten up the sullen mood. So here you go, self portrait of me in the pearly white No.1 ceremonial uniform. Being one of the ushers for the upcoming commissioning parade on the 10th of June, i'm issued the uniform and first task in hand; get it clean up and well-ironed.
In case you guys forget due to busy working around the clock or too preoccupied with army just like me, here's a gentle reminder that this coming Sunday is Mother's Day. My sister brought back home a cake this morning, for an early Mother's Day short celebration. No idea what you call it, but it's basically chocolate cream cake with bananas.
I wanted to spend time alone for some shopping today. But it started raining in the noon and i got lazy. That's when i procrastinate yet again. So yet again i stared at my laptop the whole day, downloading movies and games. To think about it, i'm simply not making full use of my time. But nevertheless, doing what i like is all that it matters ain't it. Who cares if it's constructive or not. Living by itself is not a choice for a start.
And i've finally managed to change the song for my blog. Probably too noisy for some, but once again, the lyrics captivated me. Alright, that's all i have for now, shall leave you guys with the song and head for my cold dinner.
Till then.
"Fuck!"
Trust me to come out with this word right? That's the word i'll use to sum up the whole week. A week whereby some of us deemed it as the slackest week among the 8 weeks stay in OCS. But for me, it's a week of disappointment, soreness, body aches, fatigue and emptiness.
Somehow, i hurled that f-word out, right in front of my instructor during my SOC test on Wednesday. And guess what? I failed my SOC due to my low rope station. I was so pissed of with myself when i'm not able to do a proper loop after 3 tries, and i had to surrender my number tag to my instructor, who's the supervising officer at the station.
I was so disappointed that i kept mute for the rest of the day after the SOC. I went back to try re-doing the low rope station again, after the whole wing headed back for shower and dinner. Without much difficulty, i managed to clear it with a single loop and did it for couple of times. That's when i asked myself why am i so upset. Does result matters so much to me now? No doubt SOC is a veto factor to remain in OCS, but somehow i felt i'm setting alot of expectations and demanded alot more from myself.
Perhaps too used being not bothered by results and such previously, things came my way without much difficulties and sometimes unexpectedly. But recently, starting from my failure of Air-Grading over at Tamworth, things are no longer the same. The more i want something, the more i won't be able to achieve it. And maybe i'm not someone who accepts failure easily, i get emotionally down when i failed. Not to the extreme extend whereby i go bonkers or anything to do with violence, i just felt like i'm going back to my old self; a walking zombie.
Trainings for me have also been picking up quite alot lately. Additional trainings for those who have yet to achieve Gold for IPPT, whereby those already done so get to sleep and do whatever they deemed fit. Sprinting around tracks for 5km or so, just the day before our SOC test, makes one wonder if we are trained to be superman.
Not forgetting the long punishment on Wednesday night, for the lack of discipline as explained by the instructor.
The punishment breaks down to something like this in sequential order:
1) 3 changing parade from admin attire to long 4, long 4 to civilian and back to long 4 again, each with a time frame of 3 minutes.
2) Followed by falling in FBO (Full Battle Order) in 2 minutes.
3) 2 minutes to get 2 full water bottle filled up.
4) Placing 2 water bottles, fieldpack, helmet and SBO separately at 4 corners of the parade square, with another time frame of 3 minutes again.
5) 2 minutes to gather all the stuff back.
6) Drink up 1 full water bottle of 1 litre and 3 of my platoon mates puked up. Despite sounding out that they are too full to continue, the instructor told them to continue drinking and they can just puke on the parade square if they need to, which they did.
7) Marched around the whole parade square with FBO for 30 minutes.
8) 10 minutes to wash up and lights out with zero movements.
All and all, the punishment lasted almost 1hr 40minutes. Whether it's legal or not, whether if there's any safety breach or not and whether it's considered tough punishment or not, you shall be the judge.
I'm being quieter lately and i hate to think now. Going through motions just like what our instructors like to label us, is exactly what i'm doing now. Isolating myself away from the crowd, listening to emo punk rock, not talking much, black and white, giving and showing hack care attitude and use of excessive vulgarities are probably what you will expect from the dead man walking; Jeri.
I realised my blog posts tends to be rather dull, with tonnes of words and zero picture/photo. So i reckon i should add some pictures here and there, hopefully able to just lighten up the sullen mood. So here you go, self portrait of me in the pearly white No.1 ceremonial uniform. Being one of the ushers for the upcoming commissioning parade on the 10th of June, i'm issued the uniform and first task in hand; get it clean up and well-ironed.
In case you guys forget due to busy working around the clock or too preoccupied with army just like me, here's a gentle reminder that this coming Sunday is Mother's Day. My sister brought back home a cake this morning, for an early Mother's Day short celebration. No idea what you call it, but it's basically chocolate cream cake with bananas.I wanted to spend time alone for some shopping today. But it started raining in the noon and i got lazy. That's when i procrastinate yet again. So yet again i stared at my laptop the whole day, downloading movies and games. To think about it, i'm simply not making full use of my time. But nevertheless, doing what i like is all that it matters ain't it. Who cares if it's constructive or not. Living by itself is not a choice for a start.
And i've finally managed to change the song for my blog. Probably too noisy for some, but once again, the lyrics captivated me. Alright, that's all i have for now, shall leave you guys with the song and head for my cold dinner.
Till then.
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Tired
After 7 weeks in OCS, i'm getting real sick and tired. Tired of trainings, tired of the unreasonable demands, tired of responsibilities, tired of going through motions, tired of not having enough rest, tired of running, tired of 20+hrs book out, tired of literally everything.
Despite only 4 days in camp, it seems alot longer than the usual 6-day week. 3 SOCs everyday from Tuesdays to Thursday, IPPT on Wednesday, 2.4km SBO morning PT on Thursday, 30 minutes of 4 storey staircase run on Friday, late night sleep for most days, are taking a toll out of me. Not that i'm totally worn out, but its making feel sick of being an Officer Cadet. I understand the nature and reasons of all these, but i questioned my mental and physical strength.
I'm still short of my 2.4km timing, and i have retake IPPT every week until i achieve gold. Managed to clear my SOC with 9:24 on Thursday, but it's only a Trial Test, which means that i've to clear it again under 9:29 for this coming Wednesday actual SOC Test.
Live Firing on tomorrow and Monday and this means early book in today at 2000hrs. Mind you, i booked out and got home at 2200hrs last night. Signal theory test this coming Tuesday and one wouldn't want to flunk it, especially with confinements already being leashed out to those who failed their GPMG theory test just before book out yesterday evening.
With so many undesirable things to expect, one questions the need of becoming a SAF Officer. I'm only halfway through my Service term, and the remaining 7 weeks shall be the test for me. If i'm already complaining right now, my next 31 weeks will definitely be a misery to me. 9th of December seems to be light years away. And even if it would to come soon, it marks the start of Officership, and heavy responsibilities. Are you for it?
Just as i was hitching a ride home from a friend's dad last night, we passed by an accident scene. The picture of a body covered over by a plastic sheet and a badly smashed motorbike beside it, still lingered around my memory. It's another fatal bike accident. Any takers for bike lessons with me?
A friend of mine asked me if i do miss home when i'm back in camp. Deep inside, i believe whenever i'm in camp, i do yearn to be back home. But.. Do i miss my family or it's just a case of going back home, so that i get more sleep, and zero trainings? My mum made a remark last night, i suppose unintentionally, saying that why i come back home since i'll be booking in back again in less than a day.
Despite not really paying much attention to my mum when my eyes are glued on to my laptop, somehow that line went deep into my ears. I understood what she meant, yet i felt something about it. Maybe i should have just volunteered for duties and stay in camp instead? Even more so now, especially after i pissed someone off last night.
"If anything can go wrong, it will." How true does it get?
Nevertheless, life still goes on.
Lately, i noticed my friends around me seemed to having their own set of unhappiness or worries. May isn't a good month? Or somehow i magnified it due to the fact that i'm sick and tired of army and coincidentally my friends shared with me their problems around this period of time.
With my close to pronounce dead-brain i have at the moment, i'm not really able to provide any good solid advice if you guys do happened to be sharing some thoughts with me. And like i mentioned donkey years ago, advice is worthless, what matters most is what you perceive and what you desire.
So to my friends out there, regardless of what problems, anxieties or worries you might have, try not to stay at it for too long. Always fall back to what you wanted or desire initially, what may seems far off from what you expected, may just be a deceiving mist from your actual goal. What may hurts you most, may just be what helps you the most.
At the end of the day, i bet everyone just want to have a happy and enjoyable day. The power to overcome difficulties is the true measure of how well you lead your life. And by any measures, i suppose mine ain't that great yet. But still, it doesn't mean it will always be, even though i love to quote, "Has been and will always be.", and anyway, who preaches what he said. It's always the case of say and no action.
My friends were asking me along for a Bangkok trip some time this June. And i swear that if i'm able to make it, i'll definitely go for it. I need to unwind myself. So fingers crossed, i hope we are able to fix on a period of time whereby i'm having my leave after Service term and in the convenience of them as well.
As for now, i'm only 45 minutes away from book in. And i'm still having trouble uploading a new song for my blog. Shall leave it unchanged till my next book out. Time to pack my bags and that's all for this post.
Till then.
After 7 weeks in OCS, i'm getting real sick and tired. Tired of trainings, tired of the unreasonable demands, tired of responsibilities, tired of going through motions, tired of not having enough rest, tired of running, tired of 20+hrs book out, tired of literally everything.
Despite only 4 days in camp, it seems alot longer than the usual 6-day week. 3 SOCs everyday from Tuesdays to Thursday, IPPT on Wednesday, 2.4km SBO morning PT on Thursday, 30 minutes of 4 storey staircase run on Friday, late night sleep for most days, are taking a toll out of me. Not that i'm totally worn out, but its making feel sick of being an Officer Cadet. I understand the nature and reasons of all these, but i questioned my mental and physical strength.
I'm still short of my 2.4km timing, and i have retake IPPT every week until i achieve gold. Managed to clear my SOC with 9:24 on Thursday, but it's only a Trial Test, which means that i've to clear it again under 9:29 for this coming Wednesday actual SOC Test.
Live Firing on tomorrow and Monday and this means early book in today at 2000hrs. Mind you, i booked out and got home at 2200hrs last night. Signal theory test this coming Tuesday and one wouldn't want to flunk it, especially with confinements already being leashed out to those who failed their GPMG theory test just before book out yesterday evening.
With so many undesirable things to expect, one questions the need of becoming a SAF Officer. I'm only halfway through my Service term, and the remaining 7 weeks shall be the test for me. If i'm already complaining right now, my next 31 weeks will definitely be a misery to me. 9th of December seems to be light years away. And even if it would to come soon, it marks the start of Officership, and heavy responsibilities. Are you for it?
Just as i was hitching a ride home from a friend's dad last night, we passed by an accident scene. The picture of a body covered over by a plastic sheet and a badly smashed motorbike beside it, still lingered around my memory. It's another fatal bike accident. Any takers for bike lessons with me?
A friend of mine asked me if i do miss home when i'm back in camp. Deep inside, i believe whenever i'm in camp, i do yearn to be back home. But.. Do i miss my family or it's just a case of going back home, so that i get more sleep, and zero trainings? My mum made a remark last night, i suppose unintentionally, saying that why i come back home since i'll be booking in back again in less than a day.
Despite not really paying much attention to my mum when my eyes are glued on to my laptop, somehow that line went deep into my ears. I understood what she meant, yet i felt something about it. Maybe i should have just volunteered for duties and stay in camp instead? Even more so now, especially after i pissed someone off last night.
"If anything can go wrong, it will." How true does it get?
Nevertheless, life still goes on.
Lately, i noticed my friends around me seemed to having their own set of unhappiness or worries. May isn't a good month? Or somehow i magnified it due to the fact that i'm sick and tired of army and coincidentally my friends shared with me their problems around this period of time.
With my close to pronounce dead-brain i have at the moment, i'm not really able to provide any good solid advice if you guys do happened to be sharing some thoughts with me. And like i mentioned donkey years ago, advice is worthless, what matters most is what you perceive and what you desire.
So to my friends out there, regardless of what problems, anxieties or worries you might have, try not to stay at it for too long. Always fall back to what you wanted or desire initially, what may seems far off from what you expected, may just be a deceiving mist from your actual goal. What may hurts you most, may just be what helps you the most.
At the end of the day, i bet everyone just want to have a happy and enjoyable day. The power to overcome difficulties is the true measure of how well you lead your life. And by any measures, i suppose mine ain't that great yet. But still, it doesn't mean it will always be, even though i love to quote, "Has been and will always be.", and anyway, who preaches what he said. It's always the case of say and no action.
My friends were asking me along for a Bangkok trip some time this June. And i swear that if i'm able to make it, i'll definitely go for it. I need to unwind myself. So fingers crossed, i hope we are able to fix on a period of time whereby i'm having my leave after Service term and in the convenience of them as well.
As for now, i'm only 45 minutes away from book in. And i'm still having trouble uploading a new song for my blog. Shall leave it unchanged till my next book out. Time to pack my bags and that's all for this post.
Till then.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
BGR
First and foremost, i have to clarify that i'm definitely no way and by no means an expert in the game of BGR. All that i've mentioned in the previous post is just pure opinions of mine and if any case, they were just what i've observed, seen, or heard from.
So before my blog becomes something like a BGR forum for discussion, whereby people make posts waiting for some gurus to reply, i've to make clear that my posts are just purely opinion-based, with no or little supporting evidence or enough life experience for a start. In short, just read and forget. If it's appealing and make some sense to you, simply quote and unquote.
Alright, back to track on the hot topic; BGR. Based on the comments prior to the previous post, i can see that despite the few points i've mentioned, there are still many other factors to be considered when it comes to judging how good a guy is, for a boyfriend material.
Then again, i suppose it doesn't really matter how or what a guy has to be, in order to be considered as potential boyfriend, cause at the end of the day, there's no 10 year series model answers to it. More than often, we are drilled into our brains with lines like, "no one is perfect", "to love is to give" and etc, and as a result, we often try to compromise and compromising might just be a denial of situations, which will inevitably come crashing down on either party, some day, some time.
As i was discussing with a friend, i came out with another thought; the idea of most people usually settle for the one who's most available at that moment.
For example, you befriended this particular guy on Monday, and within 3 days, on Thursday, he became your partner. Yet on Friday, you cross path with another guy, and this guy according to the mandate or destiny or whatever you call it, is the supposedly perfect guy for you. But because of the guy you chose on Monday, you never befriend the Friday guy.
So now's the question of did you make the right choice, is the guy you chose the right guy, or should i blame on the fact that no one is able to foresee what lies ahead?
Well, in this particular scenario, i suppose you can't say what's right and what's wrong ain't it. It's just a case of whoever is available first, and whoever came first. No doubt you can always argue if one did not choose the Monday guy, the Friday guy may never come at all too. And you might just end up missing out on the "2nd best guy".
Monday to Friday may seems to be rather short, but you can just simply multiply it to months or years, and the point would still be the same. The fact is that since no one can foresee what's coming for us, what lies ahead, should one be so concerned about who and what his/her partner is?
Even the best guy you know may turn out to be a monster when you start living with him. Or when it comes to the crunch, will the guy who understands and loves you the most be still rock solid, standing there for you? Since there's no answers to all these, maybe, just maybe one should just go with the flow.
But of course this is not to encourage random BGR. The bottom line is simple. Know a guy well enough on your own, before he makes you learn more about him, in a not so nice manner.
And even when you think you have known him well enough, think again. Cause even you yourself can't assure your own faithfulness, your kindness, especially against the time factor, what makes you think others could?
That's all for this post before i need to rush back to camp again. Wanted to post more about my trainings and stuff, but i suppose not many are really interested in army stuff. It's always revolves around the same things. But i decided to make this post in case i don't get to book out this coming weekend due to live firing on Sunday. Saturday is polling day though, hope we get to book out on Friday night. If not, this shall be the post for the next 2 weeks.
Till then.
First and foremost, i have to clarify that i'm definitely no way and by no means an expert in the game of BGR. All that i've mentioned in the previous post is just pure opinions of mine and if any case, they were just what i've observed, seen, or heard from.
So before my blog becomes something like a BGR forum for discussion, whereby people make posts waiting for some gurus to reply, i've to make clear that my posts are just purely opinion-based, with no or little supporting evidence or enough life experience for a start. In short, just read and forget. If it's appealing and make some sense to you, simply quote and unquote.
Alright, back to track on the hot topic; BGR. Based on the comments prior to the previous post, i can see that despite the few points i've mentioned, there are still many other factors to be considered when it comes to judging how good a guy is, for a boyfriend material.
Then again, i suppose it doesn't really matter how or what a guy has to be, in order to be considered as potential boyfriend, cause at the end of the day, there's no 10 year series model answers to it. More than often, we are drilled into our brains with lines like, "no one is perfect", "to love is to give" and etc, and as a result, we often try to compromise and compromising might just be a denial of situations, which will inevitably come crashing down on either party, some day, some time.
As i was discussing with a friend, i came out with another thought; the idea of most people usually settle for the one who's most available at that moment.
For example, you befriended this particular guy on Monday, and within 3 days, on Thursday, he became your partner. Yet on Friday, you cross path with another guy, and this guy according to the mandate or destiny or whatever you call it, is the supposedly perfect guy for you. But because of the guy you chose on Monday, you never befriend the Friday guy.
So now's the question of did you make the right choice, is the guy you chose the right guy, or should i blame on the fact that no one is able to foresee what lies ahead?
Well, in this particular scenario, i suppose you can't say what's right and what's wrong ain't it. It's just a case of whoever is available first, and whoever came first. No doubt you can always argue if one did not choose the Monday guy, the Friday guy may never come at all too. And you might just end up missing out on the "2nd best guy".
Monday to Friday may seems to be rather short, but you can just simply multiply it to months or years, and the point would still be the same. The fact is that since no one can foresee what's coming for us, what lies ahead, should one be so concerned about who and what his/her partner is?
Even the best guy you know may turn out to be a monster when you start living with him. Or when it comes to the crunch, will the guy who understands and loves you the most be still rock solid, standing there for you? Since there's no answers to all these, maybe, just maybe one should just go with the flow.
But of course this is not to encourage random BGR. The bottom line is simple. Know a guy well enough on your own, before he makes you learn more about him, in a not so nice manner.
And even when you think you have known him well enough, think again. Cause even you yourself can't assure your own faithfulness, your kindness, especially against the time factor, what makes you think others could?
That's all for this post before i need to rush back to camp again. Wanted to post more about my trainings and stuff, but i suppose not many are really interested in army stuff. It's always revolves around the same things. But i decided to make this post in case i don't get to book out this coming weekend due to live firing on Sunday. Saturday is polling day though, hope we get to book out on Friday night. If not, this shall be the post for the next 2 weeks.
Till then.
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