Since I’m surprisingly not busy on a saturday evening, I thought it’s a good time to pen type) something out.

bald head stress; exactly like it sounds! I can’t help it but to feel so entirely out of place in the environment. No, the time is not helping me to adjust and obviously neither are the people there. I feel like I’m a lone soul floating around in the crowd full of people. Ooooo I can’t wait for 11/12. (No it’s not my prediction on ‘the end of the world’)

questionable national pride; are we that proud where we belong? recently there has been news flash on an international school student posting a video mocking the behavior of our fellow natives. obviously there were mountain of negative comments about the entire fiasco. If you asked me about my views; I feel that the boy was just unfortunate. What exactly did he say of the actions of us that we can (with confidence) deny and reject? He may not have found the right medium to have expressed himself but can we entirely fault him? I quaff at the reactions of younger and schooling citizens on their views. I’m sure vulgarities and pretentious accents were the exact reasons why we deserved to be shot at. Our impenetrable egos has to be the sole fault; the fault of not being able to look past the action; the fault of not being able to identify the reason for such; the fault of not being able to use the education taught to change ourselves and the perspective of others.

oooh! it’s off to bed.

they rob you time, money and the ability to function as a normal living person.
it’s apparent that my spelling (or english in general) has been getting from worse to worst and will eventually aim to the pit-hole.  I require the expertise of the computer’s spell check. (which I’m proud to say I never really needed them)
but this place is perfect for mandarin and dialect  training.

I can now efficiently order a cup of tea in chinese without my friends laughing their asses off.

well I still have to go through 583 days. yes it has only been that long since I entered.
and the results is devastating.

thats because there isn’t anything interesting to rattle on.
and anything that I wish to say can’t be typed out.
(official spys on the move to catch offenders – anti propaganda citizens).

oh I can’t wait for mid-march to come.
& then I’ll be out of the stupid training school.
basically I won’t get to see know-it-alls, materialistic (or rather wealth biased) instructors and idoits in general.

and I wish that when the posting to the new place of work comes out,
it’ll be a good place. where work isn’t as demanding and people are more than normal in the right humane way.
(but like we all wish, we probably won’t get it.)

guard duty tomorrow.
waste of my life and weekends.
my life’s robbed.
daylight. and with no one possibly that can save me.
oh wells.
with that sour note, I’m heading to meet my clients (which i call them pillow and bed).
안녕히 주무세요!

official graduation of my studies (in Singapore that is); head-start in my career; mum’s menopausal outbreak frequency; perhaps the greatest challenge posed to my self-control and thoughts (with my definition of idiots); the inevitable journey of bald days & resistance; friends grazing the greens on other continents & of course discovering romance.

a browse through the history, I believe my resolutions have been met (or rather most of it).
question is, what’s for this year.
answer; no freaking clue whatsoever.

students have their grades, girls (or guys; not discriminating) have their money and weight issues, government officials have their country affairs, businessmen have their business, parents have their child’s future, beauty queens have their world peace, accountants have their wishful thinking of having lesser work etc.

what have I?
perhaps I’ll know it along the way.

carrying on the mood; my block leave is ending!

it’s the grueling 4 weeks.
which at the end of it doesn’t seem so bad after all.
it just sucks when you’re still into doing it.
I’m glad that I’m in the right section. Can’t imagine how I would become if I went somewhere else.

obviously there are some people who just drives me up the wall at times but overall, everyone’s kinda good and nice.

and obviously there are cynical bitches in my section as well. (taking Attn Cs and staying at home. and their names both starts with C. … right….. HAHA.)

I think I did bond well with my section mates.
and today we got our new postings for our units.
some people didn’t get into the same camp. (which sucks.) but at least my new bunk mates are quite normal people. I don’t know for sure but they seem quite okay with the brief conversations I’ve had.

another 5 more weeks to POP!

on a bad note, our batch is the first batch to have stay-in camp. Usually it’s always 8am to 5pm Daily bookouts. UGH!

I’ve officially left the school.
surprisingly, students cried. I’ve doubt my skills, especially in the beginning when the start was rough.
throughout the stint, I’ve forged some friendships which will/might go on for a while. (reality, time can’t be guaranteed).

the past 2 days were spiritually eventful.
leaders meetings, movie evangelistic night, day out at the kelong (fishing house made of wooden stilts and floating barrels).

monday’s whole day out.
and the next day’s preparations.

and finally coming wednesday, I’ll be off to a land where long hair is prohibited and orders are screamed.
honestly, I don’t think I will have much difficulties settling down. Since I have a lot and I mean A LOT of training at home with the fiveyearolderidoit.

since we are on that topic: DO YOUR OWN LAUNDRY YOURSELF. DON’T BLAME OTHERS FOR YOUR ROUGH JOURNEY. but I guess you’ll never understand the term of being independent and ‘sucking it up’.

to end off for now, I’m ending with a MV of one of my favorite singer.

reputation of ‘comfort at home’ is tarnished when I have a five-year-older idoit who claims my properties to be his. & suddenly I am required to ask for permission to use MY things. how ridiculous does this sound?!

this fella, btw, is known better for his negative behavior and repulsions.

some of my students are really nice to attempt to make me feel better.
but the fact stays: my phone’s gone.

broaddaylight.

*so help me if I find out who took it, I’ll hunt you down and make you pay dearly!

oh the horrors!