That's the definition given on dictionary.com, but I don't really agree with it. To me, there's no such thing as a "correct" perspective, its a matter of subjectivity. You see what you want to see. We look at the things around us with our eyes, and yet its our mind that decides on what we actually "see". This matter suddenly came into mind when I started my stint as a teacher assistant. Yet gladly said, perspective can always be changed.
People often complain when given advise that others dun understand them, or rather they would say "try and be in my shoes." (normally from by the young to the old). But have they ever thought about it, what would they be saying if they were in the shoes of those giving the advice? I realized this as I someday I found that things I see were never as I used to see them as. Mainly in the form of advice, those given by teachers i should say. Maybe its because I was given to opportunity of giving advice, rather than jus being there to receive it. Student's might find the notion of using tests to determine a student's understanding as boring and pointless, yet for the teacher its really the only way they can accertain it.
But perspective isn't something that can be changed by talk alone. Its something that has to be experienced, otherwise no one will believe you, as per the case now. So with that said, there's really nothing you can do, except to wait, see n experience it yourself.
As a kid, our perspectives are driven into us by our parents. Like an empty sponge, kids absorb in whatever their parents preach to them, like an unfiltered water system, everything goes in. How many of us have ever heard and believed that "ah pu ne ne" are bad (no racism in mind). Much like the clothes kids wear, its the parents that choose the clothes for them, those brightly colored ones, with cute cartoon characters that kids adore because their parents chose for them.
Decked in black, skinnies, with bling metal chains hanging loosely around obstructing their movement, tats the image teens aspire. Their tee either be bold in color, screaming for attention or have some pattern/design on it that adults would think otherwise appropriate. As per their dressing, teens tend to focus on the obvious, or in another way what seems most prominent or important to them. They see what the masses see, the majority views, agreeing that following the crowd is generally the best or hippest way to be.
White collar adults, ironed shirts and black pants. The professional image depicts their perspectives on things, how they look onto the smaller details of things, showing that they have experienced more to realize that such bold colors or patterns are but a meer facade and its the details that matters, as seen from the buttons or cufflinks that's the onli accessories that adults fiddle with.
From kid to adult, we change our clothing like we change our perspectives on things. Its not a matter of who tell us what to wear or see, but who experienced enough to know which perspective suits him/her the most. There's no such thing as right or wrong perspective, just what you feel is correct.
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Saturday, August 28, 2010
.:. Concertina outside toilet .:.
Jurong point isn't big, its freaking huge!
Time really flies. Within just the span of a few blogposts, i'm now already in my last week of SCS (or is it cos of my pityful blog rate). This means that its another 8weeks down. I remember looking forward to the start of SCS, then the 4 week halfway mark, and now its the end. So I am a 4 month NSF already, just like tat.
This tour of SCS isn't exactly as enjoyable as I pictured it out to be, I dare say. Its the case of getting your hopes real high, then crashing back down to earth with your head spinning. The BSLC term has always been fabled to a term for you to enjoy, slack off even sounds possible, before you enter pro-term. Which sadly to say wasn't the case for me. My 8 term week started out quite packed, with courses n tests packed back to back, on the condition that this is to allow us to have a slacker last few weeks. Yet here I am, going into my last week and with only 1 nites out, so much for slacker.
Another thing is that as SCS is runned by warrant officers n such, who get to go home daily, we are supposed (or by hearsay) to have early RO so that the commanders can siam home, yet the onli time I got an early RO (at 5.30pm) is tis week. Its really demoralising given that admin is one of the few welfare that we NSF can have, time to get in touch with family n friends, and to rest n recuperate for the next day. SO late ROs mean that I always have to rush thru things, multi-tasking while making calls home, which dosen't make it satisfying at all. And one of the most fustrating thing is when u hear a commander saying that he is hardworking jus because he stays till 10 in his office to finish his work...
Nites out is another thing that we are critically short of. The point of lugging yourself through the whole day, knowing you have the nite free which means got nites out, yet when the time comes, it jus dosen't happen and even worst, no explanation at all. Real demoralising. Then when we finally get a nites out, we hear other coy nites out start at 3pm! Really its a case of same person but different life (direct chinese translation haha).
Just gonna say the generation gap between commanders and us.
Hey look, I jus covered all the benefits of being in SCS, wow...really tells u how "slack" my SCS was ar. But it wasn't all bad. I did discover something good. The training method used, where everything we do is often referred back to us that if we ourselves can't manage it, how do we expect our men in future to heed our commands. And it really made me realize alot more things in SCS than in bmt, more regarding leadership skills that I have to pick up. Its more of a shift in perspectives on things. Now I have the habit of penning down these thoughts into my journal, for my future reference as a commander-to-be. I know its gonna be imba helpful.
So ya, my SCS BSLC wasn't a bed of roses, but at least there's a rose in there still. No wonder ppl say BMT is paradise, I miss BMT WHISKEY PLATOON 1. And here's a thank you to those that kept me through this whole period, my family, my friends whom i always sms to complain to, gof for outings which no matter what we do (or the lack of it) never fails to recharge me for the upcoming week again and to sushan for being willing to come out n pei me for my nites out after yr sch (I noe yr mrt fare ir $2+) xD
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Thursday, August 19, 2010
.:. Home .:.
200th post If I din count wrongly, its been 115 days since my enlistment, the first day I stepped onto that island called tekong. Now here I am, in SCS learning to become like those that trained me then.
4 months zoomed past just like that. I wouldn't say that it was a very long period of time, nor would I say its short. But one thing's for sure, it made me treasure the meaning of home more. Was sitting on the bus, on my left the jungle where I had just bashed through recently, and on my right HDB flats towered. Thou I wasn't anywhere near my house (if being on the same island counted), I still felt the sudden urge of missing home. Home is something that many of us have/had taken for granted. It seems to be the only (or closest to) constant that exists in our lives. We go anywhere and everywhere, and in our hearts we know that we have a place to always fallback on. So maybe that's why people have misused it, or should I say left the feeling at home.
Being in NS 5-6 days a week, days are home especially golden, the time we get to see our fmaily members, to sleep on the all so comfortable bed, and be just be around things that are so familiar to us. The sense of belonging just cannot be substituted elsewhere. Maybe its just cos I am a "family" person.
Home isn't just a building, a place, a family nor a feeling. Its a home.
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Sunday, August 15, 2010
.:. Kiss .:.
During push ups we kiss the ground, pull ups we kiss the sky, why don't we get to kiss a girl? The orange sunset comes and goes, what remains is the feeling you had. A decision's not a feeling, neither does the latter follow the first. Why can't it be simply packed into a bag, and let dust hide it from my sight. Maybe the reason why this cant be explained, is the same as how it started.
Why can't a kiss signify the end?
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Saturday, August 14, 2010
.:. Duo personality .:.
Low morale? Route march! I tink I will be going nuts soon. I seem to be experiencing a different personality as in camp and at home. The feeling I get about myself once I book in and once I reach home is 2 totally different feelings, hence the title. In camp, I become this guy, who jus follows orders, do things he has to and not because he wants to, and is everyday learning how to take things within his stride. Sometimes I dun even recognize myself in camp, its likes the notion "Who is this guy standing on this very ground in this heavy vest and sweating like nobody's business?"
Then when I am at home, I return to the old normal me, the one which I know I can trust implicitly. I do whatever I wan, show whatever emotions that are true and get to be around people whom I really care about. The stark difference in feeling is seriously appaling, making me really appreciate the nite times I spend at home, really. Everynite at home in bed is golden.
The first thing I do when I get home is to shag off all my army related stuff, literally. I throw the bag in one corner, and even remove my army watch which i am so used to having around my wrist. A symbolism of me out of army, temporarily. But does this mean I totally do not take back anything from army, I guess not. I noe that for now, I do aprreciate times spent with family and friends alot more than I use to. Its not the quantity nor quality, its about knowing they're there for you :)
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Monday, August 9, 2010
.:. The Great Depression .:.
Mam, please cough... Ever had the feeling that when you were looking forward to something real hard, and you really want/needed it, but when the time comes, it dosen't present itself. The sense of disappointment, rejection, sadness is just downright mind-wrecking. Maybe that's why I always dun believe in things that are going happen, but things that happened.
Sergants are like fillings for sandwiches, squeezed inbetween 2 pieces of bread. Kaya, Peanut butter, Nutella, jam or just simple plain butter. Sergants are people who face the most pressure, from the top and bottom. On one hand we have to obligation and responsibility to be close to our men, to know them not only as a rank but rather a person, and to also be their friend in camp. Yet on the hand, sergants have to listen their commanders in turn, to carry out orders, to do what must be done (most of the time "Sai Kang") and to punish who needs to be punished. Its definitely not going to be easy juggling between these 2 aspects, especially since I am a very "soft" person. So how I dunnoe, but I've gotta learn. One thing's for sure, the filling's what make the sandwich nice :)
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Sunday, August 1, 2010
.:. Plague .:.
One that cant be exterminated by simply clearing a l4d campaign. Another realisation that I believe not only I am experiencing, but also to the horror of those at my age group. Suddenly the world seems to be alot smaller, and when I say alot I mean ALOT smaller. I dunnoe how I never use to realise this before, maybe its because I used to be super engrossed in whatever group activity me and my friends were doing, world of our own. Or is it because of the timing of my outings now.
Everywhere I go, I HEAR ARMY TALK! I mean it! Its everywhere!!! No matter where I am, buying tickets, queuing for food, in a lift or in mrt, its there!!! Its like suddenly the whole singapore male population has been turned into either recruits, sergants or sirs. Somebody save me...I need some time out from it man. Dun say me la, even my friends also cant stand it. Sit down eat at Aston's and can have 2 groups of ppl around us talking army...what is this! I need a break la.
Everywhere we go~~~ Dalvin want to know~~~ Why got army talk~~~ So he realised~~~ Because he is in army...
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Messages
Tell me. boku ga sagashite iru...
Kotae ni mo itsuka wa mabushii hikari ga sasu?
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Credits
Friends who have helped/encouraged in any way during the whole process :)
PVs:
Supernova
Inherited system
Ride the wind
Message
Aozora no namida
This love never ends
Feel the same
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Tell me. I am looking for...
an answer. Will I receive a bright ray of light?
Kakegae no nai inochi sono saki ni wa sekai ga
Hirogatte yuku no hara...kono sekai no tame ni
________________________________________ Ryan Sushan Michelle ZhiYong Sharon Diane Wendy Wenzhen 0804 Matt Woon Ching Long Yuan Nicholas
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Irreplacable life on this world
...it spreads for the sake of this world.
Gundam Freak
No one ever knows boku no oto
Doko made mo shinka suru
Mada shiranai jibun ga mezameteku
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Name: Dalvin
He values friendships to the highest degree. He may seem quiet to those who do not know him, but for the fortunate who do they know he is always there for them whenever they need it, wherever they need it. He puts great importance in his honour, and will do anything to uphold it.
Luvs:
Family
Friends
Teachers
Gundam!!!
Japanese Music
Kamen Rider
Anime
Training academies:
St Gabriel's Primary School -> 1D,2D,3B,4B,5A,6A
St Gabriel's Secondary School -> 1E3,2E3,3E1,4E1
Yishun Junior College(1st 3 months) -> P09
Nanyang Junior College -> 0804
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No one ever knows my sound
I everlastingly evolve
A part of myself that I wasn't aware of is awakening.
Hobbies
Unmei no naka chisa na hoshi umareru mitai ni
Afuredasu kanjou ga kono karada tsukiyaburi
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This is a section that will be under construction. I am planning it to be like a record of my Gundam collection. For now, I will only be adding the names, photos will come next.
And when there is time for me to consistently work on my panel-lining, I will be posting photos of the process. For now, make do with it :)
Gundam Seed series:
Cgue
Aile Strike(including the sword and launcher packs)
Buster
Aegis
Raider
Calamity
Freedom + Meteor Unit
Justice
Gundam Seed Destiny series:
Gouf Ignited
Murasame
Force Impulse
Saviour
Gaia
Shiranui Akatsuki
Gundam Astray/MSV
Strike Dagger
Astray Red Frame
Gundam Stargazer:
Strike Noir
Gundam 00 series:
Union Flag
Exia
Virtue
Kyrios
Throne Zwei
Throne Eins
Gundam 00s2 series:
Cherudim
Another of my hobby is not only listening, but also memorising the Japanese lyrics. So this section would also be dedicated to the songs I've accomplished.
Supernova - Singer: Keto Soji, Band: Tetra Fang
Colors of the Heart - UVERworld
Upcoming: Chance! - UVERworld
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Like a little star born in destiny
Overflowing passion breaks thorugh my body
the One-Winged Angel
Imperfection at its best
Taiyou ni akogarete
Takaku takaku tonda tsubasa
Sono netsu ni tokasareta
Fukai umi e to ochite yuku
Odayaka na minamo ochita namida no hitoshizuku ga nami wo tate
Sono nami wa kaze ni fukare haruka kanata ni made mo todoku you ni
Tsuki ga sotto kata wo tataki
minamo utsushite kureta kiiro michi
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Looking up to the sun
Flying high, up high on wings
The heat dissolves them
and he falls into the deep sea.
A single tear drops into the serene water, creating a wave
That wave is blown by the wind and reaches far away.
The moon gently massages my shoulders
reflecting a yellow path on the water surface.
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Slowly carving a path through the world by on his own...