The Real You

Being in the army for 3 weeks, and having facebook'd my commanders, i have this weird question.

Who is the real you?

Some might say that its a stupid question, but well, i beg to differ. For students now, the student in front of the teacher, is definitely a different student when not in front of the teacher. An example would be the way you act in front of a teacher, would definitely be different from the way you act when talking to a friend. That makes 2 "you".

Some may say that this is due to respect for the teacher, but well, i have another scenario. In clique A of friends, you have to be the center of attraction, glueing the clique together, but in clique B, you are just a side kick as someone else is the center of attraction.

Reason i started thinking about this is that after spending 3 weeks in tekong, i see the commanders as a more-than-life status, as someone who is all the way up there, untouchable, but on facebook and friendster, they seem just like us. So which is the real them?

Which is the real me?

Male By Birth, Man By Choice

Said by a commander in BMTC. Super makes sense to me. Just because you have a dick doesn't mean you are a man. Being a man comes a long with many responsibility. I don't think i am a man yet. But i will try to become a man in army.

Working Hard.

99% hard work and 1% talent. i do not agree to that. Cos sometimes no matter how hard you try, or how much you work towards something, you never get what you want. This is something i thought of while slacking in the army. LOL

Ringing In My Head

Its amazing how several lines of a song can ring in your head for so long.

" The silence isn't so bad,
Till I look at my hands and feel sad,
Cause the spaces between my fingers
Are right where yours fit perfectly. "

- Vanilla Twilight by Owl City

Gastroentritis

Now i know that hes a bitch.

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