Sunday, July 02, 2006

cheebye. it's damn sad.

people dislike national service.

people sign on not because they love the country. the love for the cash.

fuck sia.

one year and seven months to go.


damn dulan.

you can't run away. and they force you in the first week of your service to take some oath that says you wouldn't run away in war.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

KNN.


FEW HOURS BEFORE I GO BACK IN. FUCK.


I know it could be worse. But it fucking sucks. Sucks so much so it's nucking futs and fucking nuts.

cheebye la. knn. damn hongkan feeling. left choiceless. FUCK!

2006 is barely past the mid. year 2007 hasn't even come. I'm talking about one entire year. 365 and a quarter days. And there are like two months after that. cheebye. cheeebye. KNNN. FUCK.

This is seriously seriously fucked up. So wanna run away but can't run away. What difference is this from being held at gunpoint? Yea, it's damn 'welfare' already. So what? I'm no different from a prisoner. Fucking hell. Horrid shit.

aaaaah. FUCK. I'm a dog. You are a dog. And there are dumb asses up there who's loving the money and making life difficult.

But all these are necessary. At the expense of everything. Of lives. Of unhappiness. Of turning boys into retarded people and not men.


cheebye. this is so damn fucked up


so damn fucked up that we can't do anything. nothing at all. come on. hit us with some tsunami. hit us with some war now.


i .. just wanna get out. get out of this kind of life that isn't my life.

crib robbers. trying to compensate by giving income tax relief. giving some allowance. how would you fucking feel if someone came inside your house, smashed your hugeass LCD TV and then gave you a lame black and white tv set, asking you what's wrong with you, whatever happened?


suicide could be the way out. but fucking hell. some moron shoved it up your ass and what, you are gonna suicide instead of opening wider and taking it in?


FUCK?

fuck.

this is damn fucked up.



i've got a bad feeling the cops are gonna arrest me when i click on the 'Publish Post' button. Probably sued for a zillion things. made to do some hugeass advertorial apology on the papers. ending up in debt. and being thrown into prison even. on the brighter side they could throw me into IMH and declare me mentally unfit to carry out my duties.


fuck.

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