Intro

Back in PE, I was asked by Mum if I would like to service in a 3daysC ` I thought about it and I said "yes"... haha~ I never been to a bigC b4 thus, naturally~ I would be curious about the contents of the 3daysC- More importantly, my true motivation is to seek for an answer behind my questions about Life.

And so, I went to the place, a day after I arrived back in Cpt. After borrowing 2 white shirts from Jack and a series of crazy driving(due to tailing yipeng's car, I truly believe he forgot that he needs to slow down in order for me to follow him! I literally have to overtake cars, 2 lanes across and back- in peak hour freeway traffic!!)

Met old friends and made new. I was assigned to the dormitory section- Huang mama(leader), Masa Ouma(experienced deputy), Jack (a 11year old whom is taller than I am!! around 1.69m!) and me as learners.

Sitting at the back, watching the landscapes flying past 110++km/h, mountains after mountains, trees after forests... it is truly amazing. When I look at the road, it looked so blurred... Humans aren't meant to travel at such incredible speeds.

When I saw this sign... I was amused and started imagining that if some farmer replace the toll number to his cellphone number~ hahaha~~

In the middle of nowhere, Humans cut a path right through forests , dig tunnels through mountains and build bridges across valleys...

Pee, shit and Pride.

The job scope of the Dormitory section was pretty simple. We wake up at 0500hrs, prepare the shoes, wake the rest up at 0600hrs, wash the toilets, sweep and mop the hallways, basically everything that is got to do with the Dormitory area.

Cleaning of the toilet is definitely the most memorable event of everyday... on the first day, I walked into the male toilet and was kinda prepared for the worst but yet doing the job itself is more than just bravery...you need the determination.

"...in the first cubicle, I saw pee mixed with 'hair' around the base of the toilet bowl...I stared at it- dumbfounded. How am I going to clean this......?"

What is cleaning of toilet? I have always had this naive thought of simply taking the bowl brush and brush the bowl's inside with the bowl detergent....then flush it into a haze of fluffy bubbles.

WHAT A JOKE. The toughest part is actually cleaning the mess that fall outside the oval ceramic.

Grabbing the mop and wearing a single hand elastic glove, I wipe the mess and dump it into a pail of soap water and squeeze the water using the gloved hand... in the end... I find it a hassle and took out my glove and do it with my bare hands. Damn~ it is sick.

How those idiots piss, really pisses me off.
What I imagined is this scenario.................Firstly, he is pissing with the door open behind them, then a friend called his name, he turned his head and naturally his body turned a angle too... he 'drew' a perfect arc with his weapon' then when he realise his mistake he quickly turned and formed another arc on the other side- making a mess. Don't they clean up when they make a mess?

If you think that is the end of the ordeal...you are wrong. Dead wrong. I need to wipe the entire bowl- ceramic, back of seat,seat,back of cover, cover. All with a cloth. It is already nauseating to see yellowish stains with 'hair' on the seat , ceramics and cover...I have to wipe it and then wash the cloth- soak my hands in the same water. I have to wipe it with washing liquid and rinse and wipe again.....redoing this for 5-6 cubicles.

A male toilet is very different from the females... since females sit and males stand..... I do understand that no males are perfect 'snipers' and a mess is inevitable but isn't cleaning up the mess you made something one is taught when they are like---->4?

I did most of the dirty jobs in the toilet since the 11yr old kid is too young to be doing this~ you can see from his eyes..." I DON'T WANT TO DO THISSSS!!!!!!!!" so most of the time he is cleaning the basins and drying them. On the 2nd day, I was getting really pissed off...started to get kinda violent~ I had to do those dirtest job and mop the entire toilet...picking up all the 'hairs', making the toilet- hotel standards- smells good, look good and feel good to have your ass on the seat.

(Oh, just a matter of note, 1st and the last cubicle seems to be the dirtiest!!!!!)

As I was doing all these, I finally understand wholeheartedly how some of my camp mates felt back in the army when they have to wash the toilet for 30+ males... everyday. I start to calm down... and thought back to why I am doing this .... why am I here.... cleaning others' mess.... I thought of alot of things. I then came to a conclusion- I take this as a form of challenge for myself and a chance for improvement- mentally and spiritually.

I do it for the 3 days.

I like to thank Aunty Masa for her kindness and her unselfish spirit to help me clean that MESS up when I wasn't around...truely appreciate everything she did for the group. She is needed everywhere and she is there everytime...even before we realise it.

I always love the name of this bridge- Storms River Bridge.

...or more formally known as the Paul Sauer Bridge.

I've always have a fear of heights.
Standing there, my heart tends to skip a beat when a truck crosses the bridge because you can feel the bridge trembles and the railing vibrating strongly along with the noise of the vehicle...

Haha~ this is one crazy looking--------------- Trick!

I am feeling most nervous when in this position with the trucks going past behind me~ when the camera shakes...I felt I am going to fall along with the camera.

If you follow this valley...you will reach the ocean...which will be my end of year destination-Storms River Mouth!

I am a NS Man.

"...你会不会有职业病？" Thats a question from Ivan~ I was amused... greatly amused, feeling complimented~~~~

How did this question come about?

Basically, my job isn't that busy...just dirty. But due to the free time, I was sent to help out others...washing towels, packing meal boxes, carrying hot water containers to and fro...... working and working~ as long as there are something to be done- I will do it.

I hate to see team mates working alone.
I hate to see job undone.
I hate to see people standing by and not helping.

In order to rid those feelings,
I offer my help, I do them.

Haha~ I ain't an angel...all my actions come with a motive- I admit. Jobs that require strength and endurance- I LOVE THEM ALL. Any jobs such as carrying heavy objects or washing of towels... and thing that requires running around(literally) or sweating in the sun... I will be there if I could.

From washing of towels to tubs of hot water containers, to heavy bed mattress to 20+kg gas tanks. You name it, I do it kind of jobs.

While I was doing them... momentarily, I feel like I am back in the Army again...back in the days as a Combat Engineer. The aching of my back....the sweat on my chest... the sun...the stiffness of my arms... the sound of my panting. Everything refreshes in my mind.

I am simply addicted to it.

Maybe... I do have some of that sickness inside of my blood, that rush, that passion and the sweat on my body.

Whew~ feels good.

As always, I'm attracted to this kind of housing.

Going past my one of my favourite beaches, Wilderness.

Freak. It's cold.

Seeking for the Truth

My true aim is to observe how the classes are held and how is different from teenage classes. At the same time, look at the contents of the lectures and analyse the psychological aspect of the lecturers. And if possible, seek a conclusion as to if there is a God up there.

What is Life about?

I didn't enroll in the class because I did not QK and not even at the ZQ stage. I did not see a point to make empty vows or promises. I wasn't ready for any of these kind of commitment. I need to observe further. Born in a D-family, I am clearly aware of everything that is got to do with those commitment.

As a service member, I am not allow to enter the hall to listen. So I made use of my spare time to sit outside the hall and listen. As I listen, I try not to see who the lecturer is~ or else I can't help but judge if this person is a hypocrite or not.

I listen and listen, occasionally taking the script and read abit....

This is my conclusion...
In the teenage class, most of the material focus on changing oneself and improving ourselves to be a better person, getting closer to God.

In the adult class, most of the material focus on going out to 'save' more people, either a motivational speech or a speech to encourage team work between each family groups- in order to improve the progress of the Work.

I thought about it... and I wondered...
Is introducing more people to the Light more important or is focusing on improving oneself in order to be closer to God more important?

Maybe introducing more people to the Light is giving more chances to people with great potential... yet, isn't hypocritical to be preaching goodness while not practising it....?

Improving oneself to be closer to God is one's final goal, in other words- going back to heaven. yet, is it enough?

The system prefer introducing people and cultivating oneself in the meantime.
I prefer cultivating oneself and thus, naturally people around you will be affected...the world will change.

In other words, I rather touch ppl's hearts with my actions and thoughts rather than only trying to put on a good front in order to draw them to the group- it is hypocritical and something like a white lie.

At the end of the three days, I did not find a answer.
In fact, the three days showed me even more of the uglier side of the system which I've always detested.

I do still cannot believe that God existed yet I feel tears crawling up when I hear the phrase "。。。你对上帝失去信心了吗？" It could be because I was brought in a family who believed in God.

But, when I read the scripts, I feel that they are really wise words and truly good and true. That is undeniably Good. Whoever wrote it is really something. That is true. I believe in the words even though I do not believe in the unseen, unproven entity.

I will go help out again next year if my time allows.

Still seeking for a answer.