Saturday, December 16, 2006

The soil on my face, is your soil.


Shaking the dust off my bags, everything's coming back so quickly
now. First the memories of the people, then the voices of the commanders
and when I took my helmet in hand, the smell too.

Yea, I felt as though I've been in the service for years already. Spouting
rubbish like an old fart, reminiscing the good old days. In reality, its only
been what? 6 months? hahaha gosh.

I've been thinking alot about signing my life off to the devil if the
opportunity comes. If I were able to get a place in a local university and
if miraculously I'd enjoy life in a unit, then yea.

Ah.. Checked out the NTU webby for details abt the arts, media & design course.
Apparently, I'm required to send in a portfolio, draw some stuff, sit for a test
and study literature?


There are a million reasons not to do something.



[ Mosh the Toemato ] 9:24:00 PM

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Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Turn back the hands of time.



[ Mosh the Toemato ] 10:03:00 PM

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Tuesday, December 12, 2006

? ?


It was a one way conversation. A slight pause, then things
started to heat up. The major stomped off after throwing
out a good lashing. The photocopier went about its business
and I watched from afar.

He stood motionless, staring blankly. His eyes were filled with
frustration and helplessness. Her voice rattled off the ceiling,
distributing her unpleasant presence to everyone. Life as a clerk
isn't all air conditioning and tea breaks. They occasionally have
to suck it up and swallow it.

She gave him orders that till he finished her project, he will not
be able to go home. What a low down bitch. Then whilst the clerk is
trying to figure things out, she chats with her colleague and starts
laughing cheerfully.

Probably the working world's cruel like that but at least people
have the option of quiting their jobs. So, why not cut him some slack?
Ah now, a blog is useful for the fact that I am nothing. I am not
entitled to voicing my opinion because I am nobody.

Thirty years down the road, you would probably be dead and your kids
would have came out to work. I sincerely wish this Christmas that your
children will suffer the same fate as what you did to this young man
today.

Money is everything to the world, but everything might not be money.



[ Mosh the Toemato ] 8:46:00 PM

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