Just a small town girl.
livin' in a lonely world.
She took the midnight train going anywhere.

Just a city boy.
Born and raised in South Detroit
He took the midnight train going anywhere.


random updaTE...

FactOne: I'm employed!
At a minute and inconsequential amount of 6.5/hr, I have already foresaw how some, not least of them my dear mother, might frown upon my hasty and unambitious decision to join RWS. Lately, I've been feeling some resentment towards being treated like I'm only an extra pair of arms and legs. Then again, its just another thing i can add to the list of events which seems out of my control. It's just the way the cookie crumbles.

FactTwo: I killed my first cockroach today!
With a full section from The Straits Times and a copious amount of tissue paper and wipes, i managed to eradicate that little invasive and repulsive; positively ancient critter. I developed an irrational fear of this 6legged; flatbodied; brown-tinged monstrosity ever since two decided that attaching themselves on me flailing their impossibly long feelers in my face was a good idea. That happened when i was still an adolescent and the fear somehow managed to linger till now. I guess that's what they would term 'childhood phobia'.

FactThree: One word: Objectify.
I recently found out what was missing in the equation; the reason why things never seem to get done around me. My problem is procrastination and the key is to objectify. And then to stick by it tooth and nail. Obviously, in theory it sounds simple enough but the reality of it is much more convoluted when numerous factors and elements are introduced, what with the relative weakness of the human psyche. If only the reality of things could be encapsulated in theory, maybe then situational events could be better played-out according to our predictions. But till then one can only, to place it crudely, suck it up for all the wrong things that happen.

FactFour: Glee!
Totally random but anyway, its an american drama. Kinda like HSM, only better. If you like listening to new renditions of songs and upbeat dance performances, go watch it. If not, then i suggest you ignore the random ramblings of this AmDrama-crazed writer.

Just one more. Couldn't resist.


It's time to try defying gravity.
I think I'll try defying gravity.
Kiss me goodbye I'm defying gravity.
And you won't bring me down.

Patience.
It's the very definition of being an Istana-man and the only virtue I took away with me. Having spent the bulk of my NS literally waiting for time to pass(2hrs to be exact), a half hour communal ride just can't quite match up.

2 years of awaiting and then it was over.
A dozen farewells and handshakes after, I walked out of the gates feeling surprisingly empty; the need to feel something almost requisitory. In the end, a fleeting sense of completion was all it chalked up to when I reconciled with my pink I/C.

But I have to say, freedom does come at a rather low price(Pun intended) and abundant free time.
In other words, I am broke AND bored.

Having squandered much of my NS pay on food and recreations; coupled with an over-reliance on the 10th of each month(payday) to arrive, I am left with a fast depleting account balance and a rising need to ration my remaining funds since the coming 10th isn't gonna see any rise in my account balance. I forsee a drastic fall in my standard of living or at least until my next revenue of income is finalised.

Today, 3days after my release, is the first that my activities have run dried. And it all but illuminated one point - mini-goals are needed to keep one occupied when the first(and only) item on one's to-do list is using the computer. In fact, I do have many work-in-progresses - my driving; my diving; my fitness just to name a few. And these too light a bulb in my mind - that I never get anything done. Though that in itself is a work-in-progress.

I have but one consolation and that is my decision to start work-training as soon as I had ORDed. It gave me something to do as opposed to rotting at home and a source of income, however minute it may be.

All I've said may seem ungrateful coming from someone who has finally left the 'labor service'. It's just the change. I was never one for change; I was never good at adapting to change.

An uncharacteristically long-winded post. Clearly, monotony has been the order of the day.