Fuck-Tart

Okays, this is another of those agitated entries, so steer clear if u cannot take vulgarities. The issue in question is macdonald's delivery. I just ordered a midnite order because im staying up late and hungry, and the cb delivery guy showed me attitude problem. Fuck his 18 ancestors man, tat fucking bastard ORDERED me to open the fucking cb door like i owe him alot of money, im trying to tune myself down to become the sort of guy i wanna become, and here he comes along spoiling my fucking mood. I will elaborate more on tat later, rite now, i wanna curse this fucking bastard.

Why is it some service staffs are so damn rude man, this malay fellow tat delivered the food looked like a cock and well, since i dun kw him, i demonstrated to him wat is called dun 'step over the line.'
I walked to the door, open the door and stared at him. Tat cb show me black face, i show him violence-prone face. I tink he got the hint and he quietly took the money and fucked off. If he said anything stupid, i am going to... well, lets not tok about it le, im supposed to be attuning myself to fit a more 'businessman' type of guy.

Okies, enough cursing about tat dog, lets tok about what happened this few days. I went back for medical refresher course ytd and todae, and as usual, i relived the feeling of being poked with a huge needle to practice our intravenous infusion techniques. Meaning IV for short. And like the old days, the training shack was littered with our blood. Hahass, my love and hate affair with blood, lolx.

Initially i tot that this is just a complete waste of time, but i managed to find the emotion that have been driving me to save people when i was actively serving during my NS days. The satisfaction that comes with saving a life is unsurpassed. In my opinion, my batch of medics were quite responsible and we all know the importance of our job. A warrant officer once said to me when i was at the medical school tat running the medical centre is just a secondary aspect of our vocation, our primary and most important priority is the saving people.

Now i tink i will try to tune myself to speak and tink more like a businessman ba, meaning a gentleman, not like some ruffian or some kid. During my reservist, there's this guy that looks like my uncle, and my uncle is the kinda guy that i wanna become in future. Speak eloquently with a charismatic tone, smiles alot and is that kinda guy that sorts of gives u a feel that he is a veri educated man. The tone of speech must be gentle and pleasant, yet resounds a deep manly personality underneath. Sort of like James Bond , dark brooding kinda man. lolx.

Dreams aside, there is another issue that is bugging me these days. No, its not about how i failed to continue my regime. And no, its not about my new hair colour. Its about what i want. Do u people realize sometimes, what u thought u wanted was actually not what u realli wanted? I was reflecting on some issues i discovered recently and im starting to be unsure again. Oh well, i am a fickle-minded person sometimes, everybody has a fickle-minded side too rite?

This paragraph is dedicated to one of my bestest frend. Do not hang on to something that u alreadi kw u dun feel for. Dragging things is not going to do any good, its only going to postpone the inevitable and eventually will amplify the damage done. Though in the past, my mentality is very negative against forsakers, i have came to realised over the yrs that sometimes, amputating a rotting arm is the biggest mercy u can ever give the arm. If u dun find the courage to amputate, then the rotting arm will infect ur entire body eventually. Im not trying to tell u to chop off ur hand, but dun think about what the hand has done or can do, but rather reflect upon the bigger picture: what effect it will have on the hand if u delay amputating it. Im just voicing my mundane opinions regarding ur arm and ur health, so take it with a pinch of salt. I tink u understand its a medical emergency. :)

Sean, this paragraph is dedicated to u, because u asked me when im free rite? My answer is simple. i am always free, anytime should be fine, but i need to be reminded the day before, i dun wanna do stunt again like what i did to peter. My memory isnt realli that good, and im still feeling guilty for putting peter's plane tat nite. And sean bro, thanks for the encouraging words for my commercial law. Ai zai! *punch to chest*

Every sunday is mahjong day. Nich, xh and nich's fren ( i forgot her name) are my kakis. Muahaha! I've been winning a little here and there, so im actually improving at mahjong!(i tink).

Allow me the liberty of penning down this final paragraph in a paradoxical expressionism. U have to first learn to love, before u can learn to hate. As the olden philosophers theorizes, there is no hate without love. Why do we hate evil people? Because we dun want them to hurt our loved ones. We chinese have a saying, all emotions are borne from love. Its quite true after thinking bout it for sometime, maybe because i always seem to indirectly link every emotion i feel to a specific type of love that i have for different people. And well, a certain type is eluding me for sometime now, will that certain type be possible?


Jason's Famous Quotes : Sentients of a romantic nature are the buds of a doomed rose.

Did You Know? : We all have forsaken somethings to be where we are today.