i just realised that it was quite a while since i had an entry. it seems to me that such entries will take commonplace in future, despite its frequency (or the lack of it). it will take some work of an ailing memory to sum up the events of the past year but i shall attempt nonetheless.
i suppose that after the previous entry,i was either too angry or too lazy (i shall commit to the latter) to type anything here. besides it has also become increasingly evident that, in my sphere of companions (again, or the lack of it), almost everyone is turning it's back on blogging and riding the 'facebook' revolution. perhaps it is the ease of connecting with other people, or perhaps it is with ease that they can vent out small random expressions of emotions that is affecting them into a portal where friends and others can reciprocate. this is unlike blogging, where one has to 'plough' through words to -sometimes- no end. and yes, pictures and videos are easier to upload and share; and as the old adage goes, we all know it, they do speak a thousand, sometimes, more words than writing can ever do. admittedly, i too have fallen for this fad.
to prevent myself from digressing further, i shall begin with one word. conscription. the word that put me where i am now. serving the nation, one may say, but i have other opinions that i shall not disclose. however, i do make exceptions for coffee table chatter, if i can make time for it. so in may 2009, i began my four month journey in MOCC, 68th batch of officers-to-be, naming ourselves 'guardians', which now i feel, in retrospect, we gave a bad name to. for the word does not reflect, in ourselves, whatever it was that we were or what we were, as the name suggests, supposed to protect. though it was pleasant to be in company of fellow colleagues in the god forsaken military confinement, i think it should have been just that. colleagues became friends and friends became buddies and brothers and some ties consequentially end up, well, unpleasant. despite the grudges and sufferings and struggles, we all completed the stint and commissioned as fellow MOs. i much rather would like to share my specific experiences but i do not have the time nor the benefit of an illustrious memory of events to do so. i might do so in another entry, after referring to my notes and organiser for specific dates and try to recollect.
for now, i am quite spent. till later.
i suppose that after the previous entry,i was either too angry or too lazy (i shall commit to the latter) to type anything here. besides it has also become increasingly evident that, in my sphere of companions (again, or the lack of it), almost everyone is turning it's back on blogging and riding the 'facebook' revolution. perhaps it is the ease of connecting with other people, or perhaps it is with ease that they can vent out small random expressions of emotions that is affecting them into a portal where friends and others can reciprocate. this is unlike blogging, where one has to 'plough' through words to -sometimes- no end. and yes, pictures and videos are easier to upload and share; and as the old adage goes, we all know it, they do speak a thousand, sometimes, more words than writing can ever do. admittedly, i too have fallen for this fad.
to prevent myself from digressing further, i shall begin with one word. conscription. the word that put me where i am now. serving the nation, one may say, but i have other opinions that i shall not disclose. however, i do make exceptions for coffee table chatter, if i can make time for it. so in may 2009, i began my four month journey in MOCC, 68th batch of officers-to-be, naming ourselves 'guardians', which now i feel, in retrospect, we gave a bad name to. for the word does not reflect, in ourselves, whatever it was that we were or what we were, as the name suggests, supposed to protect. though it was pleasant to be in company of fellow colleagues in the god forsaken military confinement, i think it should have been just that. colleagues became friends and friends became buddies and brothers and some ties consequentially end up, well, unpleasant. despite the grudges and sufferings and struggles, we all completed the stint and commissioned as fellow MOs. i much rather would like to share my specific experiences but i do not have the time nor the benefit of an illustrious memory of events to do so. i might do so in another entry, after referring to my notes and organiser for specific dates and try to recollect.
for now, i am quite spent. till later.
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