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June 07

Estimation

I've come to realise that most people would tend to overestimate themselves, and underestimate others. I'm guilty of doing this sometimes.

Seldom do you hear people talking about their weaknesses at the workplace, their shortcomings and lack of interpersonal skills, their poor ability to multi-task and having just as much initiative as a granite boulder with moss growing on it. You always hear about people talking about their epic responsiblity at the workplace (I do this a lot), being the self-sacrificing heroic valorous vanquisher of the chao keng and along the way, doing their work for them. I do that a lot too.

If everyone rates themselves as above average, then who exactly is above average?

Let good work speak for yourself. Let praises come from the mouth of others, and not your own.

It's about time we all take a step back, and start being more critical of ourselves.

May 13

Things They Don't Teach You in OCS

The angry customer complains that the spaghetti is too cold and tastes bad. He then proceeds treats the waiter like shit and complains to the manager. The manager reprimands the waiter, and the waiter quickly brings your food back to the kitchen to prepare a new dish. In the meantime, the manager apologises profusely because his reputation is at stake. 15 minutes later, the waiter serves the angry customer a piping hot plate of spaghetti, together with 5 meatballs (2 more than the previous plate) at the side, and savoury tomato sauce garnished with fresh parsley. It tastes great, and the customer happily thinks to himself while munching on his food, "these losers better not mess with me."

Little does the customer know that before the spaghetti was served, it was passed around the kitchen and everyone spat into it. The tomato sauce was poured on it and stirred, so that the spit is masked. As the now-satisfied customer struts out of the restaurant after having a seemingly good meal, the waiter winks at the manager, and the manager strolls over to give him a high-five.

 * * *

The angry NSF officer shoots angry emails all over the place, complaining about every single thing not going his way. Sure, the drivers are late. But are all your men early? Sure, some of them drive recklessly, or don't even know how to drive properly. But at the end of the day, when you need that last 5-TON to do your crucial store runs, or a GP car with driver to send an urgent despatch, who's help do you need?

Going about criticising your surroundings is not a good idea, especially when you haven't carved out a good reputation. If you're really so capable, you gotta talk sense into people. Speak in a way they understand, put things in such a way that they should do a good job.

And even then, what people want is feedback, and not "so-and-so is always late, pls give him 7 extras". Yes, he was late and some action needs to be taken to rectify this. But if you don't do things tactfully, you're going to have difficulty getting things done, because people will make things difficult for you.

At the end of the day, the only thing you're shooting is your own foot.

April 10

Perfection

"In the end, it's these small things you'll remember.
 
These imperfections that make them perfect... for you."
March 20

The Road

TO THINK that I was once so close to commissioning as well. 1 more day, and exactly 1 month after I was removed from Echo Wing, the rest of my batch are about to have their lives changed.
 
After talking to many people, I came to realise that many of those around me are not aware (or at least not constantly aware) that Officership is not just about getting a nice rank to wear on your shoulder, about getting paid more than most NSFs, about making your parents and loved ones proud. It is not just about leading men (applicable to the top few that get the chance to), and not just responsibility.
 
The SAF does not spend so many resources to train you all, make you all go through 2 overseas training, all that free medication and consultation sessions at the medical centre that most people take for granted, all the live-firings, all the lectures by high-ranking military personel, just to let you serve your remaining 10 months of your NS liability (excluding regulars).
 
Officership is about serving at an entirely different capacity, even after you ORD. When people ask me whether I would recourse, I tell them, "Hell yeah, why not? 3-6 more months for a lifetime of officership." Instead of being passive and waiting for instructions like other ranks, officers are in a position where they can be proactive and take the initiative to get things going, even though most of the time you're under the charge of higher-ranked officers. You are not just expected to lead, but to also go beyond your written roles and responsibilities to help and influence the people under AND ABOVE you. Many people don't understand this.
 
Sometimes when I look at my Sergeant's chevrons, I like to chuckle to myself, "wow looks like PS is really a PS now." And I'm completely fine with that, because regardless of whatever happened over the past few months, I did what I felt was upright. And now, I've learnt to be more receptive to the feedback of others and how to hide my own troubles. However, it really pains me to be reminded about how close I was. What I couldn't understand was how I always seemed to be pathetic in my instructors' eyes, to be percieved to be excessively selfish and have a poor attitude. I felt wronged, but at the same time shocked, because I was previously unaware of so many things.
 
Now, I am determined to show them, that leaving me in command of a section (and soon, platoon) was the right thing to do - not out of pity for putting me through so much in the past 9 months, but because I have always had the ability to influence the people around me, to take care of them. And I remember how I was treated back then in OCS by my peers, my instructors, and the performance review board, and I feel a little confused that everyone felt otherwise.
 
The Comms Ball Magazine was the fruit of many hours of work. People would come up to me to say, "you're OOC, why do you still insist on doing the comms ball mag?"
 
They don't understand, or perhaps were not aware the I am the 72/08 Commissioning Ball Magazine IC. That means, I make sure at the end of the day during your comms ball, you get a fucking nice book complete with written commentaries and meaningful pictures that you will treasure for the rest of your life. I am responsible for the whole team that's working together to collect resources to put the magazine together, and if they're not doing their job, its my fault. That's what OCS has taught me.
 
When I was declared OOC, my source of comfort was that I FINALLY HAD ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD FOR THE NEXT 2 WEEKS TO FINISH WHAT I STARTED OUT TO DO. I didn't want to simply hand everything over, in a complete mess, to Shao Rong and let him get things done (even though I'm sure a person of his calibre has no problem fixing the magazine up). I took up ownership of the magazine, for my batch, my wing, my platoon. (Ironically, also the same group of people that caused me my "misery".) I wanted to be a part of them, even though I know my face will not show up in everyone's No. 1 graduation photo, that my name was struck off in red pen on the "List of Commissioning Officers of 72/08", that I never went through any of the commissioning parade rehearsals with them.
 
Tomorrow, at 5.45pm at SAFTI MI parade square, they will commission. I really hope they do a good job and don't ever let anyone look down on them for being NSFs, because an Officer is an Officer.. And for those that were not outstanding cadets, just because you were an outstanding cadet, doesn't mean you'll be a great Officer. Watch your egoes, and be true to yourselves, so that I, and all the other specialists and men, will gladly be put to serve under your command.
 
March 14

Haunting

The Gods have yet to decide his final destination, and neither has he completely accepted his fate.
 
The ghost wanders aimlessly. He is confused, because just a while ago, he still existed. Now, his name is cancelled off namelists. His room was taken by someone else; his belongings sent back to where they came from. He gazes intently at the mortals around him, wishing he could enjoy all the worldly pleasures again. The ghost wants to be part of the living, to linger among them and joke about all the silly things that other humans do. As he strolls down the corridoors in the block he once resided in, he is pleasantly surprised that some people can still aware of his presence. A few could still hear him speak. Some, can weakly sense him around, but chooses to leave him be. Most are simply.. normal... The dead and the living aren't supposed to interact, after all.
 
My friends, this is what it feels like to be dead.
March 05

Drama

There's still a lot of drama going on at Echo Wing now. What a miserable place to be.
 
If there's one thing I learnt, it's this: Don't wash dirty linen in public.
 
But the situation is very complicated (it always is), and once again, someone's place in OCS is at stake. Politics among cadets can get so ugly... I cannot imagine when high-ranked officers are compete with each other for promotion. Of course, I'm not implying that there are, but when male pride and egoes are concerned, happy endings are rare.
 
Welcome to the world of adults!
February 25

Out

My journey in OCS comes to an abrupt and unpleasant end.
 
I can't say I'm dealing with it fine. It's not okay to OOC when there's 3 weeks left in the course, when you just finished serving 21 days of RCP (SOL) and then get kicked out.
 
But that is not to say, that I do not deserve this. It is not up to me to decide, and since it has been decided, then so be it. Take what you can from this experience and move on with life. Make the most of what you have, and be proud that you hung on to the last moment, even though everyone was throwing all kinds of shit at you.
 
I have been true to myself, and I have no regrets. I will continue to serve the remaining of my National Service as whatever the government deems fit for me. I will not down PES, or skive, because I never did throughout my 3 months in BMT, 8 months in OCS, and never will for the remaining 11 months of service. It is a pity that those who have assessed me failed to see any positive qualities, if they even thought I had any from the start. But like what Gaelan said: If you don't intend to sign on, then you don't have to worry about people that look down on you in the army, because you don't need to prove anything to them.
 
If
 
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
 
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
 
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
 
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

--Rudyard Kipling
February 14

Romeo Charlie Papa.. AGAIN

I'm starting to feel like a rechargeable  battery.
 
Everytime my charge ends, I get charged again.
January 31

Romeo Charlie Papa

Sian.
December 31

Similarity

Exactly 2 years ago, I faced the same situation. A memory so vivid that everytime I think of it, it feels as if I'm peering through a crystal clear pool of water...
 
The groundsheet was untidily sprawled on the grass. I was exhausted, too tired to even lay it on the grass properly before my legs gave way and I collapsed onto the ground. It was the second night of my Venture Cord Navex, and I had walked nearly 60km over the past one and a half days; things definitely haven't been going smoothly. For many reasons, everything was in a mess right from the moment morning inspection started. And now, I barely got half of my checkpoints correct, wandering on the verge of failure. I glanced over to my hike companion, he looked equally tired and demoralised, if not even more than me. Sitting there in my soaked Scout uniform, I dozed off for a brief moment that night. When I woke up, I realised the instructors have arrived already and have begun inspecting the potential President Scout candidates' navex logs. It was my turn next, and I limped over to the bench where my assessor was sitting, with a look that would later be known to all my platoon mates in OCS as the "shag face". As he flipped through my checkpoint descriptions and mapwork, he frowned, and so did I, upon seeing his expression.
 
"You know, the chances of you passing this are next to zero," he said to me, in a very solemn tone.
 
"I know."
 
What else could I say? I didn't prepare myself adequately. Even my hike companion was found only at the last minute. Then came the big question.
 
"You can quit now if you want. I'm not gonna lie to you or anything, your log is in quite a mess. If you withdraw now, at least you can just pack up and not waste you and your companion's time."
 
I would later learn that the decision that I was about to make, was a huge mistake. After signing the withdrawal form, I gave my father a call and he came to pick me up the following morning. I was relieved that my aching legs could finally rest, that at least the hike was over, that I withdrew early and didn't risk wasting me and my buddy's time. It only occured to me later on, a few weeks later (yes, it took that long), that I shortchanged myself. The whole point of the assessor asking you that question, is to test whether you have the fighting spirit to push on even when the odds are stacked up against you. When I withdrew, I did not avoid wasting me and my buddy's time. I made sure that my buddy and I, had wasted all the time and effort walking like hell all over Singapore. How foolish!
 
After that, I learnt something about fighting spirit, something that would come in very useful now, and for the rest of my life. I thought I learnt that lesson so well, that I was sure that for the rest of my life, when I am faced with difficulties, I will be able to make use of this memory and use it to push myself and take on the challenges ahead. It is always easy to think that life isn't too bad when things are going smoothly for you. Only when the shit starts falling on you, then you'll think twice and the thought of giving up will definitely pop up in your head. That's human nature. I thought I was prepared, and that's where I went wrong.
 
Now, the same situation staring straight at me, with the same piercing glare on the assessor's face that haunts me even until now. I have carelessly commited a grave offence, so serious to the extent that it has already warrant my OCS instructors a damn good reason to send me out of course even after I finish serving my punishment. And now, it appears that I may be given the chance to "give up". I will still have to march up that hill, but there's a good chance that I don't have to go through any more crap, other than marching up the hill. And once that is done, I can leave this place and spend my remaining NS liability elsewhere, having a potentially easier time with little or no responsibilities for the rest of my life (in the army, at least). How carefree!
 
So how?
 
It must sound like a real joke, but as long as I will have to put on that green camouflage uniform, I'm going to think like how a patriotic soldier would. If ever our country is engulfed by war, and as a male citizen I would be required to serve, I will go, even if it means not coming back in one piece. I'll probably OOC and not commission as an officer regardless of what happens during the next 3 weeks, but that doesn't mean I'm going to chicken out now.
 
Screw it, lets go get 'em.