of camaraderie part 1

"Ok. We need to form up a frisbee team for the Sports Day which is next month. You, come. You, come. You, come. Ok we need, a few more. Before I choose you, volunteer yourself, help us represent for Sports Day."

Unknowingly, 8 of us got ourselves into the frisbee team with almost all of us with a little or no knowledge of how Ultimate Frisbee is actually played. But we had so called "incentives". Just play frisbee every Monday, Wednesday and Friday for a month without participating in any endurance runs which are usually planned. Some grumbled, some enthusiastic but we trained and trained.

Another 3 decided to join us a week later, due to the fact that most of their friends are in the team and no one's playing soccer with them. Then a week after, another 2 joined us, for the sake of passion and the willingness to help out and win for the Sports Day. Morale was a boost. Now we have two players who know how to play really well and we learnt alot from them.

Sport's Day came. Believe it or not, we lost to Team XYZ by 4-0 in the first match, which resulted us to have a second chance in the Loser's Pool. Demoralized but we knew that we needed to win the next one to continue in the tournament. We played our hearts out for the second match we win 3-1.

Third Match aka Semi-Finals was a tough opponent but we kept telling ourselves that we have trained so hard from scratch that nothing in this world would dampen our spirits and heart to win this. After much much drama, we won 3-2.

Finals await us. Opponent....... Team XYZ against the whole world looking at us from the Grand Stands. Previously our matches we played away from the main field but for the Finals, the main event of the day, were to be played in the main field.

We were nervous, we were exhausted from our previous matches but all in all, we were excited. Another chance at the opponent that trashed us. Another chance to prove ourselves worthy. Another chance to show that our trainings paid off. Another chance to show our brotherhood formed.

4mins to the game. We were 2-0 up.....

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of better than to never try

I reached home and unpacked my stuffs, turned on the TV and it was showing Survivor:Samoa. Survivor really challenges one to the limit and if I had a chance to participate, oh hell yeah I would. But this episode had an incident that a man had fainted and had to be dropped out of the game.

I felt he was the best player in the game at that point of time and to be dropped out of an injury would be such a waste. He was the Leader of Galu, a tribe, and mentioned that everyday he would think about his team and their future reward/challenges, about their food and almost everything team related. He had only little food everyday yet he would walk for miles to get firewood. He was determined to win that million dollars but his body, of all things, failed him which was utterly demoralizing.

"Every minute that I was here was to win this game, every stick of wood was to win this game, every late hour keeping the fire going through the rain was to win this game, every minute the group huddled in the shelter in the rain while I am out fishing that was to win the game. I did everything in my power but I learnt my lesson, somethings just don't turn out for you."

"Whatever it is that you wanted to do, whatever that thing is that always has been nagging about in your head, go for it. Because to do it, to be in it and fail, it's better than to never try. And if I get those type of opportunities, that I won my kind of one million dollars"

-Russel Swan

I saw only 5 minutes of that show till it ended but the words said in that 5 minutes will always be remembered.

of a return from hiatus

I remember back when i was Secondary Three when I was arguing with my mum in the middle of the night on why I could not chill out with my friends, why I am always bounded with curfews, why do I always have to stay home and not go out and comparing with some of my friends that could enjoy so much freedom at that point of time. All in all, I could only remember one thing that she said "You will thank me for bringing you up when you grow older" and I really didn't believe I would say that.

6 years now, I haven't tell her this, nor I plan to. I don't know how to say this now, as I'm typing this, I'm trying to find the words to say what I feel. To make it really simple...

Thank you, mum.

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I have always wanted to start blogging again but I just could not find the right time. Right time you may ask? For me, it's all about the the feeling, the urge and the anxiety that needs to be shared. These past four months had been a blast.

From my very own 21st birthday, from Commissioned as a Officer, posted to Maju Camp and reposted to Pasir Laba Camp, meeting many new people of all ages, celebrating friends' birthdays that I watched them grow since they were teenagers and getting thrown into situations that you have no knowledge or background in, just to name a few. And it all boils down to one value that I have learned from these four months.

The ability to adapt.

I don't know about the readers who are reading this but I feel that the Army has changed me. Really, if you feel so, tell me. People in this world are very selfish in terms of positive criticism or praises, don't let them be you. These are the things that make one grow or feel a sense of achievement but still, we are all selfish. I admit, I'm selfish but I'm learning to give praises and comments on the go, of course, trying to put it in a good manner.

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And I'm tired. I need a getaway for a few days. 9 days of leave and I'm thinking to go on a holiday with that or stay home and sleep. Heh.


What about now?