hmm.. It was really stressful being the platoon IC for 47 ppls. Not forgetting that I had other roles to do as well. I had to learn malay commands etc, report strength more etc.. Wake up early, rest early..*rest doesn't not mean sleep/ it jus meant that I was layin in bed* Leadership = recognition and with that comes critics. Till one day I was really angry that I jus shouted..*nope! not in $#^%@* But more like "Talk talk talk, come and do la" I felt bad afterwards esp when it was over. Leadership..gift or curse? I take it as both. When I was at my lowest point it was a curse.."Why me! Not him". It was a gift in times of success. Anw's got that kinda feeling that u voice out all your views to God, and He jus shoot u jus a word that completely silence your accusation.(Our Lord made us the head and not the tail) Well.. quite a number of malays/chinese encouraged me along the way. My platoon is full of troublesome stuff at times(that we gotta knock it down), but it was really fun being with these branch of Ah bengs and Malays. Fitness improved quite a bit(IC everytime kana push-up lol!!), running 6km in group A. Crazy la, 20 pp in the whole company of 149. Running ard within a time limit and singing marching songs. Hmm..what I miss the most was jus quiet Time w God, at prayer meet today.. wah! I'm gonna stretch my spiritual side as well :)