2/20/2010 09:14:00 PM
Saturday, February 20, 2010
have you ever felt that you wanted something so much, but you know you wont ever get it. and even so if it doies happen, youre not sure whether you can give a 100%? you feel afraid but you do want to give it a try. sigh.
i just want somebody special.
ps. i hate girls who expects the guy to pay things for her. even worst when they ask for it. get a life. unless youre that godamn goodlooking, then dont ask, i dont mind paying. but when you asked for you, youre just annoying that i feel like leaving you there and then. people these days.
12/25/2009 03:18:00 AM
Friday, December 25, 2009
i feel really bad. cause im so insignificant to do anything to help other people.
im talking about poor people. how can we spend billions, trillions on wars. on top of that, weaponry. and worst singapore, all that just for "wayangs" it credible sense that we are training to be prepared against military attacks. but must we be so paranoid? why not spend all that, no spend a quarter of that to strengthen bilateral ties, instead of educating the man on how to kill, training them to respect and verbal communications to be polite and humble towards our neighbours.
and then other 3/4 of the billions spent, to be channeled to buy food and hospitality for the poor. why not spend all those money to hire teachers to educate them? how i wish i was somebody influential enough to bring this to the public. Prince William went homeless and slept in the public to raise awareness on how the poor sleep on the streets. yet i havent seen anyone do anything about it. what should i do? i want to help :(
poor little kids.12/23/2009 08:08:00 AM
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
decided to follow the bestfriends to JB last night for late night supper at banafe village. when i had this terrible experience involving a little kid around my brother's age or maybe younger say... 10? 11 years of age? but definitely the age when they are out to play soccer or just merely pressing buttons on their beloved PSPs.
When we arrived, we ordered our meals and the rest of them left to buy some ciggarettes while i stayed with my laptop to wait for the food to arrive. then there was this kid, aged as above, came up to me with a big bag and a box in hand full of torchlights and lighters, and he asked, "abang, nak beli torchlight?"(brother, do you want to buy a torchlight?) and i was like, umm sorry, my money is with my friends, and i dont have much left, which is true actually, i only had 10 ringgit with me. then he said, "please buy one?" and through his eyes i could see how hopeful he was, and that just melted my heart, call me naive, but its either i have a soft spot for kids or that boy just wasnt supposed to be selling things at 2am!
After i said no, he went inside and tried to sell to the other patrons inside, and nobody bought anything for him, as he walked around, i couldnt helped but stared at him, and feel sad about how unfortunate he is, andhere i am, complaining about life in singapore. But at that pointof time, i wished i was a millionaire, i really did so. i wanted to help him so badly. i didnt want hi to beg, i didnt want him to even work. my god he's only a kid.
As he was about to exit the place, i called him, i said, how much as those, he was telling me the price, and i was like, shit, i only have 10bucks and your stuffs are 10 and 15bucks. but i told him to wait, and i went to the counter to break my 10bucks. afterwhich, i gave him 5 bucks and i told him, i dont want to buy anything, but here's 5bucks for you to eat alright. I shouldve invited him to eat with us. IT couldve meant the whole world for him,it couldve made my day knowing i helped this kid.
shit im late for work, i'll update this again, im not done yet.
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.
