They came back to do their clearance. Many of them in fact. Of course I feel happy for them. Isn't this the day that they have been looking forward to, more than anything else in the world. These people will be gone soon, not gone as in overseas but gone from me. Gone to do what they want to do after they ORD, never intersecting my life again. Just who will go and who will stay?

And the first batch of people will ORD. That is the truth.

I will still be in service. Service not just to the nation, not just because of the law but more importantly serving people. When people come in the medical centre, into the treatment room to get their blood sample taken, to get an immunisation, to get their visual aquity checked, to measure their BMI, to change dressing or just to ask for a plaster, I serve them. It has become my job, my duty for the past one year or so. I'm not ready for the emptiness.

And soon it'll be my turn. That is the truth

Just submitted the e-mail to IBN. So much questions to ask. Will my resume be acceptable? Will I even get the job? Never mind the working hours or pay; getting a job that you like is already a chore on its own. Soon the questions will take a different form. Will my pay be enough to sustain me through the month? Will I be able to save for my studies? Then when I enter NUS it will be a different set of questions. Will my parents be able to pay my fees? Will they be forced to work not just harder but longer? Army gives you clothes to wear, feeds your 3 meals, provides you shelter, gives you transport concession and gives you credits to purchase items. All that will be over in 1 month.

And I'll be waiting for the answers. That is the truth.

***

White...
purity... the teamwork
openess... the fun moments
absolute... the laughters

bliss...

All over, though they
remain as fond memories.
It's during these times,
yuo wished time would freeze.

Cherish these moments,
let it show.
Cos these temporary state,
may came a easily as they go.

ORDing will bring you more,
though they come in different forms.
But you'll be able to identify it,
cos it's comparable toa rose without thorns.

The line is thin


Black...
darkness... the misunderstandings
fear... the backstabbing
absolute... the hypocrtiticism

torture...

All over, though the
repercussions remain.
Binding you,
like a 1 tonne chain.

These moments just
make you wanna quit,
to just get away,
to declare that you've been hit.

ORDing may mean less of it,
but don't be deceived.
Though its frequency is reduced a bit,
its intensity have yet to be the worst you've received

The line is thin

WHICH ONE DID YOU GET?





White

A canvas
A creative artist jots
Paint your best picture,
as you picture in your thoughts.

Clouds, fluffy and huge.
Blessing the world when it showers.
Friendship as close as ours,
worth treasuring forever.

Memories so sweet,
skills unmatched.
Some things you learned here,
will still remain intact.

White

Black

Emptiness
Now there's a hole.
Where all the things you once did,
now all gone.
Time to find another goal.

Darkness
No light penetrates.
Once in a while
it'll be laden with spats.

Scars so deep.
From wounds that won't heal.
Banish them,
before they make you their meal.

Black

WHICH ONE DID YOU GET?