The Hiatus

Ahh as you can see, my blog has come to a complete standstill.

A hiatus. THIS, can only mean one thing.

My life is meaningless.

I'm sure the first thought that would have come to you would be SUICIDE. Fret not, I am not suicidal and I will not be. (Though I have thought about it before, I'm sure everyone will have.) But to put it cleanly, it is meaningless. I'm not trying to be anti-NS or anything but I sure did wish I was doing something meaningful in this 2 years instead of what I'm doing now. (Ironical, since my dad is a regular, but I mean no offence to them.) Maybe a medic? Ahh at least there's some life skills involved in that. Learning first aid and etc. Driver! You definitely get something out of this 2 years. Some of you out there, (I know there are people who will readily shoot me down if they read this) will strongly object to what I am driving here I know. Yes everyone in the army/navy/airforce will all have a part to play and we're supposed to serve with our UTMOST PASSION, (underlining = sarcasm) but to put it quantitatively, anything meaningful that I'm getting out of this 2 years probably equates to...

Zilch.

There are a few things in serving national service that actually is worth mentioning, but even then they are only minute, microscopic, miniscule things that seem meaningful to me. And they are:

• Meeting new people
• Uhhh
• Errr
• Ahem.. Right I thought that was more.

Apparently not. Even meeting new people isn't always a good thing. So bleah, I'm just here to tell all of you.

I WANT MY TWO YEARS BACK.

Who's Made it Big?!

Ahh! See who's made it big over in France!




The Queen and Joyyodda's Album, "Just the 2 of Us" has made it so big that star celebrity Paris Hilton was invited to promote their music. This is indeed a breakthrough for the two who have come a long way from a small town all the way in tiny Singapore. Hard work and perseverance has finally paid off for the duo as they finally broke out of the limits of Singapore's music industry and decided to try their luck in France.

Congratulations to them and rumour has it that Paris is going to donate the album to a correction facility where they punish criminals through hard-to-stomach music.




credits: photofunia

How to help?

How to help someone you know for a long time (but have been distanced after a period) when he/she has been struggling with a particular problem for almost a year?

You don't think you can do anything to help relieve their pain. Even if you try, you won't know whether or not it's helping. So how do we "help" then? So that's the frustrating bit. Then again, because you have not been in contact for a while now, you think you can just leave him/her to their own device. Tsk, but that's not what friends are for right.

SO HOW. How do we HELP.

H-E-L-P.

I'm sure everyone has been in this position once before. How did you guys manage to get through that and help?

Terrifying Sight

So far, the transition from my house in Woodlands to Yishun has been alright. It won't be exactly the same of course, but the occasional bugs/beetles/lizards can be dealt with. (OK not so much the lizards, as long as they don't make their home in my room I'm fine with that.)

Recently though, I've been catching glimpses of these little critters around in my room.

Terrible lizards. Can't stand those beady eyes, webbed feet and their disposable tails. It's frigging disgusting. There is this gap between the wall and my closet right in front of my desk, and during the day, I catch glimpses of "things" moving around inside. They're too fast for me to catch a second look but I know these irritants are probably building a darn nest behind that closet. I can't imagine how I'm going to do my spring cleaning during chinese new year. I think I'm going to buy a few canister of insecticide and just start spamming it all through that crack. (Neighbours probably think that I'm fogging my room, with all that gas going out through the window.) EH, not insecticide, I think I need cyanide.

However, that's not the worst bit. On my way to the toilet just now, I happened to look down at the cup I just drank from a few minutes ago. Lo and behold! There, in that very cup I just drank from, sat the unholy of all unholies, most disgusting of all disgustingness, irritants of all irritants, pukes of all puke...

A lizard.

URGH. Those beady eyes! Hate it! Raised goosebumps on my flesh for a bit. I don't think I'm going to eat ANYTHING on that table anymore. You know how disgusted I felt?! I'm not even sure if it was in there BEFORE I drank from that cup.

What happened to the uber clean house I used to live in!?

Mundane

I'm starting to feel the dreariness of life already. Maybe it's just because I'm in NS. I know I know, everyone will just tell me to suck it up. Everyone has to go through it.

I know we do! But I wish I could have been doing more meaningful things! My vocation as store supervisor, while I do try to provide to the best of my abilities, I believe not much people can appreciate what we do. We're probably very much labelled as "expendables" in their eyes. Especially the older people in army. The "enciks." And that's the thing I can't stand about it.

Do this do that! This week, I was asked to do a mountain of work for this dude who's not even in my wing. He called me out of the blue to meet him in the office and BOOM, he throws a pile of shit right on my head.

How nice.

And he DOES have his own store supervisor. Hmm, why me then?

Meaningful things, what I meant by it is that I wish I could do something that will allow me to achieve something useful at the end of the day. I don't get anything out of this! Actually sometimes I wish I wasn't a medically unfit person in the army. At least I would stay fit should I be posted as someone undergoing physical training.

How about even a medic! Why not. That's something meaningful. Even a driver! At least they get a license outside once they're done with army. Gosh. Ok I don't want to sound like I'm complaining, but I really just wish people would appreciate what I do more. And really, a little encouragement can go a very long way.




They should know that.