Somethng frm the cute & Holy Timothy Tay of my Platoonz

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Life.



Strange how it leads you to places that you would never expect to go, and stranger still how it makes you long for the days gone past, even as you walk inevitably along its many corridors.



We long for the past, even as we approach the future.



We long to re-live the good times that we had, to never leave behind intimate experiences of fun, joy and friendship.



And we long to encapsulate all that we’ve been through, to etch them deeply, irrevocably, into our hearts and minds.



We swim in our memories, flailing and gliding through the congealing waters as we go deeper and deeper into the dream-like world of our past. We see sights that remind us of things that we wish not to remember, or objects that resonate with things that left indelible imprints upon our lives.



Indeed, the past never seems to truly release its hold on us.



Now as I sit here and type this out in the stuffy S2 branch, my memories are swirling and churning within my mind. Memories of route marches, of the endless hours of outfield exercises, of the ‘saikang’ that we did, of the confusion we felt, the fear we harbored, the worries we had and the gnawing dull ache of interminable hours spent sitting restlessly in the bunk, staring at the world that beckoned beyond our gates.



But there are other memories too. Memories of the Sentosa trip that we took, the larger-than-life figures that dominated our platoon, the fun we had watching VCDs in the bunk and the friendship we built. Memories of laughter, joy, faith, determination and hope.



Indeed, it has been an amazing journey of ups and downs and everything in between these past two plus years.



But, we made it. Through it all, we conquered our fears, broke down obstacles, and soared, bit by bit, to the finishing line.



Perhaps I am too sentimental; perhaps I am too native. But I believe that whatever we went through, in the end, it was worth it. Because nothing else would have been able to testify fully to the incredible journey that we have had.



This is it. The ORD parade that will mark the beginning of the end.



And as I enter another chapter of my life, moving to MINDEF, always in the evening of my memories will I return to this day. Always there echoes the memories of the incredible journey that we have had. Always there echoes the memories of the friends we were, and the friends that we will continue to be.





The past we inherit, the present we create, but to those who hope, work, and pray, the best is yet to be.





Timothy Tay

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Ekz:Yes! The Best is yet to be... Thats the spiritz of Tim tay! I guess this is oso wat thatz makes u so popularz in the platoonz! I realliz like u! The times I spent with u in the bunk listening to ya holyz words, I will nt 4getz! Take care Kidz! All the best!!!!!