Back then, to think I managed to keng a 8-5 job, and still get recommended by my superiors for internal promotion to Sergeant (forgoing all the unnecessary trainings) but was given a CFC rank instead cos the highest rank for my jobscope was only a Corporal and thus made history in my whole unit(office) to be the first person to have ever gotten that rank through special recommendation while being a PES C (probably at that time the only PES C in the whole army who have done that). Before ORD my superiors (Crabs/Star) specially requested me to come back to their unit for ICT so we can chit chat over coffee. Shan’t go into details about the stellar testimonial they gave me that put all smiles on my Mom’s face and left some of army regular relatives extremely bewildered when they initially weren’t approving of my keng-ing methods.

In army, I’ve learnt that sometimes in life it’s who you know that’s more important, not how hard you work. It’s like polishing a shoe for the President vs a peasant. Even though both shoes are of equal make/size/quality and effort put in. But the rewards garnered after the job done is vastly different.

Quoting from my ex’s blog:

True loneliness is when you are surrounded by people in the flesh and skin, everyday, everywhere. YET you can connect with absolutely no one neither kith nor kin, near or far, then and now. No one reaches you and you do not reach out. It’s as if you’re caged up and jailed in this vacuumed bubbled-space, screaming desperately for help but no one would stop. Time just quietly passes by.

THAT, is loneliness.

I feel that sometimes. But when you embrace the loneliness(?), you know that no one will ever let you down.
It’s only me vs. whole world. Suffocating, but strangely comforting.

I want to migrate to Iceland.