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I realise as time goes by it goes less likely that I have a specific topic to talk about.
Its usually about me, which goes needless to say, very suitable for my blog.
Today's probably a little different, considering the fluctuations of my mood throughout this write.
I did storytelling in Bedok Lib today. the ones to little kids, you know, when you're in the library and hear announcements about and expect some kindly lady to be telling them stories.
Well except it was me this time, and a friend of mine. But she's so good its not fair to compare her to me. Parents were staring at me and wondering who's this big brute in the world of toddlers, kiddies and their harangued and proudly parents. I felt I stood out, physically more than others.
So I told a nice story about a donkey. It was called Little Donkey's Wish for the record. I think. It was a nice story and I suppose it went reasonably well. It is interesting because, heck well, when I told my family what I was doing they all laughed.
I liked it. But I'm not all up there for doing it again. Its for the experience.
Anyway, perhaps I'll talk about the army.
One of my favourite topics to think about is the way people think.
I don't make it my whole life but its a pleasant buzz thought that keeps me occupied.
Theres this warrent in my camp who irritates me.
He thinks we're stupid. I'm a 3sg as well, I bloody hell earned my rank. I don't malinger (chao keng) or try to find all means to slacken with. I actually enjoyed my section battle course.
Sure, he has more knowledge. I don't think I actually dislike him, I just really dislike the way I cannot speak up and argue back. I'm turning that way again, no one to argue with. I want to ridicule his basis of arguments.
But I don't. A friend said I'm too soft-spoken to be a sergeant. (we're famous for scolding) and I seem like I might be.
Some people don't make sense. but as I have always thought and will probably not stop in the near future - who am I to judge?
I think my Christian values holds me back sometimes and limits. But logic tells me it is impossible because the long-term benefit and best thing to do is to hold back. Its stupid not to think with logic, yet my actions sometimes coat the banner of illogic.
I sound bitter. I actually hoped I have changed. Have I?
I probably have, questioning after all, means I am growing. it induces change, and change is necessary for growth.
Oh man, look at my chain of thought, I'm tired of thinking in such a pattern.
People around me are impulsing every second and I frankly look on in envy.
But it makes sense to do so!
Its an interesting topic to ponder after a while.
A friend asked me about the concept of free will.
He said, if God knows your path from past to future then where and when does humans have free will?
It was a nice conversation to kill the time, he's really smart.
Now, I think I should change of some of the images people have of me. (It might not be you, but others)
People think I love to eat and snack - well I hardly eat excessively. In fact, if I had my way, I'll live without snacks. I rarely have cravings. I rarely feel the need to eat between meals. However, I show the image that I can eat and eat. Its a funny image, one that probably matches my size.
Well so no you know. Sometimes I skip entire days without meals. Only obligations to eat, I see no need to eat sometimes.
Another image I have is that I'm a talented musician. well, it is true I can play a number of instruments. but I don't think I'm very good at any of my instruments. Its like a Jack of all trades, but a half-assed Jack anyway. well, I really enjoy the drums. But there is so much I don't know its scary after being a musician for so long. I know improvement is important and I think while I love to improve, I never was much good to start with. I probably don't know my right from left in musical terms. I mostly just play along. in terms of if people ask me about music.
Most would argue which either proves I have a good image, or I'm dead wrong and insecure.
Still, I said, its a nice topic to ponder over.
Don't ya think so? :)
Now now, I have been pretty negative. One image I have is that I'm too relaxed about my issues.
Now, I think that image is slightly misconstrued. I put a lot of thought and effort into things I do. If given a task, you can be sure as hell I wouldnt want to fail you, or fail it, or most devastatingly fail myself. I'm pretty competitive, and if you can do something I do better, I'll get pretty mad. I'd want to do better than you. I actually demand high levels of standards in my work(except in anything related to art) and I expect the same from others. Actually the main thing is that if I deem it worthwhile (which is a lot of things considering Jesus said do everything your best), I actually give a whole lot damn about it. Even if others don't really care about it, or change hasn't been there in a while, I'd want things to go according to my high standards. I have high standards, I don't deny it.
Well, these has been nice conclusions about myself. Its nice to type it down, it shows my mood and thoughts when I'd want to read this in the future.
I dont quite know if I have exaggerated but what the heck eh. I haven't found the thrill in taking risks but taking risks is something different.
boy what a long post, I'll like to read it.
I'll write about my tungling friends, mainly nic.
Nic has surprised me. In some ways, he reminds me of someone I didnt get along well with. In fact if you were to mention the word enemy, his face appears.
He was everything I didn't like (surprise surprise). He's character, personality and quirks.
well, I like his straightforwardness from the start.
But besides that, it was difficult to get to actually get closer to him. Many just remain at that point. Perhaps his only appealing trait was that he was Christian and I could trust him.
Yet I am glad I did. Nic is terribly infectious in his views and I honestly to good heavens thank God for him. He has blessed me tremendously. Now I see him and my mood honestly lifts(at an alarming rate) . He's such a guy. And boy was I proud of him when he got the golden award.
I sound like a father in that last sentence. and I dare say he's one of my close friends now. he's a good person to have.
:)
Now if Reuben would to die tomorrow,
let his praise resound.