I finally felt I could write again after many blatant attempts. Throughout the day i've been thinking of what should I write, anything interesting in my life, maybe some short stories. I felt like writing about what idleness is about, what boring lives we live, what people are doing in SAF camps, why everything i think of writing in this has to do with the military shit, the amount of money i splurge on softcore revelry. Alright i got it, maybe i should just talk about what ns is all about and egos.
When you're running late and on a bus, you will start to think that you have supernatural powers. You will focus your mind on the next traffic light. If it's still a green man, focus. And it will remain so. If it's Mrs Scarlet, then focus, and you'll give her a sex change op. Alright. That's lame. Focus on your supernatural abilities, and yes, the next bus stop will be empty and the bus will just drive past. If it doesn't work, blame it on yourself, you didn't focus enough.
Such is the lame lives of idle people.
There are people in my camp who gets paid near 3000 a month to grace the mattresses in the cabins and smother it for the whole day, occasionally out for a smoke break. There are people who are actually losers in real life, trying to seek refuge in a dominant military uniform. Local and overseas courses badges weighing down their uniforms of which they identify themselves with. People who needs money to finance their late night hangouts in pubs and discos, their promiscuity with the unknown species in Geylang and Johore, their life-long affair with that four wheel machine. Naval Divers. Commandos. Guards. Commisioned officers. Yes, we were all once obssessed with those tags. Pride, honour, glory and whatever bullshit. The attachment to those dies down and eventually we're back to commoners. Of course there was pride, but it doesn't live on forever. Move on.
The military is just one big show, you put on the badge, you put on the rank, and there you go, you're playing a role, do what you're supposed to do. We will feed you, dun worry. You're unbeatable, hey come on you're a commando. So i'm supposed to behave this way and this way? I see...Put on those Oakleys, man, you look cool. You're someone from the Special Forces.
Alright. Pick up a card from this deck. You win. Congrats.
When you're running late and on a bus, you will start to think that you have supernatural powers. You will focus your mind on the next traffic light. If it's still a green man, focus. And it will remain so. If it's Mrs Scarlet, then focus, and you'll give her a sex change op. Alright. That's lame. Focus on your supernatural abilities, and yes, the next bus stop will be empty and the bus will just drive past. If it doesn't work, blame it on yourself, you didn't focus enough.
Such is the lame lives of idle people.
There are people in my camp who gets paid near 3000 a month to grace the mattresses in the cabins and smother it for the whole day, occasionally out for a smoke break. There are people who are actually losers in real life, trying to seek refuge in a dominant military uniform. Local and overseas courses badges weighing down their uniforms of which they identify themselves with. People who needs money to finance their late night hangouts in pubs and discos, their promiscuity with the unknown species in Geylang and Johore, their life-long affair with that four wheel machine. Naval Divers. Commandos. Guards. Commisioned officers. Yes, we were all once obssessed with those tags. Pride, honour, glory and whatever bullshit. The attachment to those dies down and eventually we're back to commoners. Of course there was pride, but it doesn't live on forever. Move on.
The military is just one big show, you put on the badge, you put on the rank, and there you go, you're playing a role, do what you're supposed to do. We will feed you, dun worry. You're unbeatable, hey come on you're a commando. So i'm supposed to behave this way and this way? I see...Put on those Oakleys, man, you look cool. You're someone from the Special Forces.
Alright. Pick up a card from this deck. You win. Congrats.
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