Hello progress! It’s be awhile.
2011 might just have been the quickest year in my life (that I have in my memory of course) Most of my time was taken up by conscription and most of the time I wasn’t the least bit interested nor enthusiastic in it. It just wasn’t my kind of thing. I mean, I had the mental and physical capacity to go through it but I just don’t have the zest for it if it wasn’t going to be beneficial for my future. It had been like a compulsory detour from the track that I had planned for my life. There were memorable moments and awesome new friends but its just different when you’re being forced to do something that drains so much time and energy but the results so intangible.
But that’s missing the point of national service. Most people do, naturally.
Our everyday lives have been so comfortable, peaceful and prosperous that most of us are oblivious to the simple fact that all these come at a cost, and this cost was paid for by the blood and sweat of our forefathers, not brilliance, not enterprise. These things would mean nothing if you don’t defend what you have, and thats the reality of the world that we live in. So many of us didn’t hesitate to stir up a ruckus when our mrt system (which is one of the most extensive and efficient globally) encountered some hiccups after what, 30 years of functioning almost perfectly. Why? Because we haven’t been the slightest bit touched by poverty, crisis and most importantly, war. Of course I hope that my country will never have to fight, but hoping is not enough, there’s a need for our generation to step up and defend what’s ours. Thus I implore you to reflect, have you done your part?
Well on a less serious note, IT’S 2012! :D And this year, if it isn’t the end of the world, should be more fruitful and happening than the last. For one, im finally commissioning from OCS, which means I get to take on an actual job. It will not be as easy, but with responsibility comes power to actually make differences and also extra freedom in how I want to run my life. 2011 has been much too tightly controlled for my liking. Heck, I had to be told when and what to eat, when to wake up and go to bed, how to go about doing things and even how to walk. All while having my weekend(which encompasses my leisure, freedom, loved ones and so on) dangled precariously in front of me. I have never been a big fan of regimentation, but that’s another issue altogether.
Okay brain juice threshold reached.
