It's terrible, I tell you, the politics among people, how people manipulate others in order to get what they want.

It's very difficult, being trapped in between conflicting factions, when you can ill afford to offend, and when you absolutely cannot offend, any of those factions. And it feels terrible, to stand on either side of the fence, watching, hearing the other being pummelled while all you can do is to pretend to listen in quiet acceptance, when all you want to do is to get away from all of it, to cover your ears and run away screaming.

It's even more disgusting, to realise that your fate, that your entire life, that every minute of your waking hours, are determined not by you, but by the evil, intricate workings amongst people, each of them working to fulfill their own goals.

It's disgusting.

On another note, it takes an immense amount of courage, to finally break away from a much reserved silence and merciful respect, to unleash the full fury, to explicitly mouth out what has been harboured grudgingly in the hearts of all, at the perpetrator himself.

And when that has been done, there is no longer leeway for pretence that not all is equal; there is no longer any leeway for civilities, or it would all be in sheer pretence, it would all be sheer hypocrisy.

But, I live by my words.

War, has begun. Tough times are abound.

P.S. I'm now in fourth week of my time at the Twenty-first Singapore Artillery Battalion, where life, as I'm beginning to find out, is obviously not as simple as I'd thought it is, that people, obviously, aren't as nice and straightforward as they should be, in the small little idealistic view of the world in my head. I've been a passer-by, an onlooker of this world for too long, and the shock I'm getting, as a first time participant in this order, is, unfortunately, nothing trivial.