woes of an officer

i think i noe why i'm pretty depressed these few days.. cos honestly, it true.. the bar on your shoulders does weigh quite a bit...

cos now with a bar, you are SUDDENLY expected to be darn fit, to be without any problems in health and in anything basically and so on..

and dat's why i've grown to DREAD SOC and like chin-ups or what... cos i KNOW the result and it ain't pretty... (btw.. there's soc on mon and that's what's putting me off)

it's now my pride and some invisible "officer corps guardian" that's pressing down on me everytime i have to do such things... and i react.. i try my best to escape... sigh..

dunno whether this bout of illness is a manifestation of my frustrations and dread of doing certain things...

dunno if this is the reason why i feel so abjectly depressed by UIP...

SIGH..

which comes back to the original rant of mine that i just hate the army for..

WHY MUST YOU FRICKING JUDGE A PERSON BY HIS PHYSICAL QUALITIES AND FITNESS LEVELS!?

WHY IS EVERYONE SO DARN FARCICAL AND SUPERFICIAL? SO IF I CAN'T DO SOC WELL I'M AN INFERIOR OFFICER TO ANOTHER??

SCREW YOU MAN!

there are SO much more qualities to an officer but guess what? no matter what anyone says, people STILL zoom to the most obvious thing, something that can be measured and recorded...

YOUR PHYSICAL FITNESS, DEEMED BY IPPT AND SOC...

and straight away they mark you down...

SIGH... life's not fun as a officer... and itz sad.. cos alot of us were pining and hoping for a better life whilst we were cadets... and in the end, we realise what our instructors say is true - that officer's life is much worse than that of a cadet, that it is only the beginning of a journey when you commission.

so PLEASE pple, we dun just SIT THERE AND BE PRETTY and collect a COOL SUM OF MONEY.
there's alot more involved in this k?

as a cadet, as a man, you always could run to the shady confines of your school of your superiors if u were inferior in some aspect... you could also make an excuse for a failing of yours..

but as an officer, who will listen to your excuses?

who will you run to when you are ailing and weak?

who will care?

..reGards,
FraNk