Lots to say, much to write, so little time for these, January is passe. It's been a busy month

coupled with much happenings as already expected. The tenth has passed, I've got my

pay, and of most significance, I am another month closer to ORD. With all due respect to

the Singapore Armed Forces and those that run the organization, serving that mandatory 2

years as drafted in the conscription has too often leave me with a feeling of unjust and

lingering bitterness; much more to be desired really. On hindsight, it's already been 9

months since enlisting and the end is just beginning to get discernible. They often say that

the people make up an organization. To struggle but be fueled by the camaraderie

emanating from the closely knitted group,juxtaposed with enjoying the desired but blighted

assets; office politics and difficult individuals.I sometimes consider trading the former for

the latter. Though you may never read this, your presence is making life difficult for me.



Between November and early January, the outlook was bleak and life was devoid of

colours. Badly knackered by circumstances, staying motivated was at times a tall order.

Fortunately, things turned a corner in January, and it has since been a gradual transition

out of agony towards revitalization. The colours are back and I am intent on keeping it

this way.



It's been a short journey, and my emotions have long ran the gamut, ranging from the

abysmal despair to the invariable relief, occasional joy, but rarely anything more than that;

up until recently, surely a promising sign of greener pastures.



Still awaiting news from the MO, still waiting for the appointment with the MMI, still

recovering from the cuts and bruises, I am not done. The storm has been braved and

what doesn't kill only makes me stronger. With renewed optimism and zeal, I stride

forward. February will be a good one.


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When you think that you can no longer go on, you are only 40% done.


Some friends come and go like a season. Others are arranged in our lives for good reason. I don't know about you.

-Sharita Gadison