____T.H.E. .P.A.S.S.
up from my brain is where I bleed...
____F.I.N.D.I.N.G
Searching
Refective
Enigmatic
____M.Y.S.E.L.F
My life spins outta control without football.
Currently in search for inner peace.
Finding myself furthur and furthur away from it..
____F.O.R.E.V.E.R
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Thursday, January 13, 2005
____Living My Dream...
When I was young, I dreamt to be a doctor. No kidding. In fact, I did well enough in my early sec sch years. I dreamt the dream. I was sure and certain I was going to study biology in sec 3. But I did not make the cut. Indiscipline took over. My dream turned into a nightmare.
But this story is not about me. It is about someone else. Someone whom I shared my dream with. Someone whom I can talk to all night about football and never get bored about it. Someone whom we can share the same thoughts without speaking out our minds. And while I dared to dream, he dared to live the dream. He lived my dream.
He is my brother, Rodney. Ever since primary school, there was never doubt about his capabilities. He was amongst the best academically and was also very active and competitive in other areas most notably in sports. I never doubted he could score straight As and an A2 for GP for his A levels. I never doubted he could make it to OCS. He will be commissioned soon - sometime this month.
Someone mentioned that he is a person of a different calibre. I cannot agree more. He is a young and motivated young man who is potentially capable of making great things happen. He will go on after NS to pursue a course in medicine in NUS.
Although I may not show it, I am simply proud of him. And for that reason, this entry is dedicated to him - my brother.
Happy 20th Birthday.
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