I just told my friend in a kind of matter-of-fact way, "I will miss Army in a nostalgic kind of way, but I will not find myself compelled to go back." I guess many things in life are like that. I mean, how many of us actually visit our Primary School or still love the very same thing that we loved when we were 6?
We keep moving on and on, and we never know how many times this one point on a circle goes back to the exact same position again, and even if it does, will it still be the same excitement that overwhelms your senses or flurry of emotions that pours over your mind as when you first realised you have come full circle?
I still use the kok kok phone that I have. Its model number is beyond what my memory can serve me. But it's still functional. I can call, I can text-message, I can set the alarm. I can STILL connect with people in our world. It has no camera; it can't capture fleeting moments in time. It's no 3G; the whaff and whiffs of the Net can't be enjoyed. It does not have a radio; it can't cut me off from the world on the train.
Work has been so fulfilling, and every single day, I learn something. I learn that I am someone that needs change, and to ask me to make beds for a full year would be virtual murder because I'd be dead beat and brain dead. I learn that service cannot BECOME mechanical, technical like the numbers on a computer. I learn that I can never say no to food, and I can't resist gasping at smells, tastes and sights of immaculate food presentations and arrangements. I learn that even in the sprightly hospitality, there can be exacting moments of tension, chaos and bitching behind the blinds that have been wiped more than 100 times over.
I love my job though. It's been such a long time since I've been in love, isn't it? Allow me.
We keep moving on and on, and we never know how many times this one point on a circle goes back to the exact same position again, and even if it does, will it still be the same excitement that overwhelms your senses or flurry of emotions that pours over your mind as when you first realised you have come full circle?
I still use the kok kok phone that I have. Its model number is beyond what my memory can serve me. But it's still functional. I can call, I can text-message, I can set the alarm. I can STILL connect with people in our world. It has no camera; it can't capture fleeting moments in time. It's no 3G; the whaff and whiffs of the Net can't be enjoyed. It does not have a radio; it can't cut me off from the world on the train.
Work has been so fulfilling, and every single day, I learn something. I learn that I am someone that needs change, and to ask me to make beds for a full year would be virtual murder because I'd be dead beat and brain dead. I learn that service cannot BECOME mechanical, technical like the numbers on a computer. I learn that I can never say no to food, and I can't resist gasping at smells, tastes and sights of immaculate food presentations and arrangements. I learn that even in the sprightly hospitality, there can be exacting moments of tension, chaos and bitching behind the blinds that have been wiped more than 100 times over.
I love my job though. It's been such a long time since I've been in love, isn't it? Allow me.