3dimensional11/29/2009 08:27:00 AM
Sunday, November 29, 2009
So what does successful in life means to you?
a) mediocre pay with a job you love
b) highly paid job that never interests you
I think it's subjective. Like where you reside in currently and of course the economy. But on any given day I'd take option a. But that's if I'm in the united states or Australia or Europe. These are the countries where you can actually live your dreams. But here, well you should know where, you can only dream of your dreams and then be stuck in a job you hate to wake up to.
Called me ungrateful, but eventhough it's safe and a 2nd world country and with the all the high techs shit going on, I would still choose not to stay here. I aspire to be a travel journalist and that can never be achieved here.
Let's see then. Come 5years time.
day 311/28/2009 02:01:00 PM
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Saturday, I should be out, already. :( it's sickening to see the same thing you hate over and over again.
I was walking towards the canteen awhile back and I stumbled upon this memorial plug. It stated that selarang camp used to be a prisoner of war camp. What the fuck, it makes selarang,already scary now even more creepy when I bathe or while sleeping alone in the bunk.
God save me. Please. :(
and so my stay in camp continues11/27/2009 02:11:00 PM
Friday, November 27, 2009
If reporting from 6pm till 10pm hourly isn't tiring enough, try reporting hourly from 8am till 10pm. You be so sick of the guardroom that you rather sleep in the sewage than go there.
It's hari raya haji today, I wonder how things are going in mecca. I caught a glimpse of a video played channel newsasia the other day. Most of them are wearing the face
Mask to avoid contracting h1n1 flu. I guess no holy city or events can escape diseases. Hmm. We used to have mad cow disease, the swine flu and now bird flu? I loved this quote from Jim carrey "we wouldn't have swine flu if we treated the pigs better" though he meant it as a witty joke I think it's pretty accurate.
I'm really bored here in camp, I'm sitting behind the guardroom cause I'm uber lazy to walk here all the way from the bunk. It's quite a long walk actually. It's better here. Watching Cars passing by, quite peaceful too. I'm letting the mosquitoes bite me so there's a higher chance for me to get dengue. And that spells medical certificate woohoo. Time away from this bloody camp.
Stoppages of Leave11/26/2009 02:49:00 PM
Thursday, November 26, 2009
In short, more commonly known as SOL. It's a so called an offence. I'm not allowed to book out of camp for 7 days straight. Rotting and wasting my time here. I can't even sleep cause I have to make my way to the guardroom and report every hour. The holding bunk, don't need to say la. Bloody dirty and unswept and papers all around. An epitome of a haunted room. Luckily for me Ive paid my bills and I don't have to worry my prepaid getting low as a result of outgoing and incoming calls.
All these crap for what? For not informing my officer that I'm reporting sick outside. And I got my mc at 11am instead of 10am. It's just blody unfair to me. I swear I've cursed my officer. Hopefully something bad happens to him.
I missing my mum as usual. Badly. Oh and since I can't go home during the hari raya haji, my mum said she'll send some of her marvelous home cooked rendang and the glutinous rice. Yummyyyy. That will be the onlytime I will eat during this duration of my unwilling stay here.
nobody said it was easy, and it still isn't11/23/2009 10:13:00 PM
Monday, November 23, 2009
Little miss stubborn still looks good on you. It's such a shame that you returned everything back to me. If you wanted to erase me from your life completely I'd say you're doing a pretty good job. I'd still sell the world for you, forever and always. Because these words were never easier to say or to second guess, I guess I could live without you, but without you I'll be miserable at best.
nobody said it was easy...11/06/2009 06:12:00 PM
Friday, November 6, 2009
I will take you away. Cause I'm not going to lose you again <3
bon voyage to the camp...11/04/2009 08:41:00 AM
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Trans Island Bus Service either have the worst bus drivers or that the drivers drive recklessly probably because they are underpaid.
There's a very distinct difference between the SBS and TIBS. SBS for me offers a far better journey comfort albeit the occasional breakdowns and rude drivers. I think it's a good idea if the bus companies who make a great deal of profits annually should reward those minority respectful drivers who greets his passengers in the morning and in turn most if the passengers wouldve started the day by a warm smile.
On an another note, this NS thing is definitely taking it's toll on me. It's not enjoyable nah uh. It's kinda irritating. Accompanied by assholes who likes to live off other people. Fuck you man, if you don't have an iPod then don't ask from others, and what? We bring it to camp for you to play during breaktime?then what the hel do I do then? Look at you? Don't have then don't use motherfucker. Don't have cigarette then don't smoke son of a bitch. It's okay to ask once in awhile when you're really out of sticks or some valid reasons. It's not a fucking joke. Screw you. I don't mind sharing, buy you ask to the extent of me bringing my cigarettes and iPod just to serve you on a daily basis then I would rather you suck my cock daily in return. Or I should be the one asking from you things everyday. But I guess not. I have too much pride to beg.
empty tank11/03/2009 08:02:00 PM
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
I think you can love someone so much. That you gave everything, your best. You exhausted every possible strength and ideas in a bid to at least impressed or just simply... Make her day.
You've tried your all to save something special while it was crumbling down. Only to find out later that she didn't put in any effort at all. That all you've done was all to no avail. And now not only you feel empty, you don't even feel anything to begin with. Numbing of the heart. You've been feeling so cold that even the artic ice feels like summer.
I think that after all these trials and efforts out in. After giving my all. I'm afraid, what if there's nothing left to give? To offer? What if it's all empty?
I want to love again, and BE loved while at it. Not something random. But I think after this long hiatus. I should be fine. Hmmm.. Let's see what's in store for me.
life is not a waiting room11/02/2009 08:01:00 PM
Monday, November 2, 2009
It's really kind of disturbing that I sort of feel that I'm in a waiting room.... Waiting to die. I feel this urge to get out there and do something bit it always seems like money is like a brick wall preventing me to do just that.
Money does make the world go round. And yes money can buy anything. But it can buy lots of things. People only say it isn't so because they don't have any. Cheers
I'm excited for zoukout. :)
love.11/02/2009 08:00:00 PM
Love.
Seems like a definite dearth these days. What if there is no more left?
