#154 Non-Descript

(Written on Sep 15, accidentally closed everything after typing. Thank God for Blogger's autosave feature!)

Because the title doesn't matter in this entry.

I feel like I've gone through the whole myriad of degrees of negativity just today, from the very mild to the extreme delusional. Which is a good thing, because at the end, it feels like I've passed this mental coming-of-age trial. It wasn't euphoria, but it certainly was a liberating feeling.

I love brisk walking. It isn't as strenuous as running, which means it is possible to go on and on and on for as long as I like. The daily walking trips also serve as a span of personal time I can have reflecting. Through my eyes I see the physical, the here and now. But through my mind, I'd see the possibilities, the memories, the metaphysical.

I'm not very good with good byes, and I just had one today. 2LT Jerry's ORD marks the passing of yet another good man. And while I am honoured to receive a farewell memento, I'd very much prefer having him stick around till I ROD. Of course, that's not going to happen and I would not so much as want to hold anyone back from a future beyond National Service.

*The rest of the text gets cut off unintentionally*

(Today's post, Sep 17.)

I almost hemorrhaged when I found out that I was to continuing doing my ORDed officer's work. What a killjoy on a rainy Friday afternoon. Darn, there goes my plan of staying out of arrows' way from now till my ORD.

Oh well, duty calls.