Wednesday, November 28, 2007
The Bourne Ultimatum.....tum tum tum tumtumtumtumtumtumtum PRRRRUUUUUUUGRUATALATWIEEEE
I have absolutely no idea why I choose such titles... (shrugs)
......(awkward silence)....................................................(keeping head straight while looking left and right, up and diagonally)......(digs nose and sticks booger under the table).........
Ok I no longer do such stuff.
You know, I've never watched a single sequel of The Bourne Identity, or you know, the other... sequels. But somehow it just feels like the story relates to how my life is - a struggle in search of my true identity, my true purpose for being here. Maybe that's not how the real story goes but how would I know, I've never watched it, damnit.
On the 27th Novenber 2007, at 6pm local time, I officially surrendered my Ngee Ann Polytechnic Student Pass. I'm a Singaporean-nobody now. It won't be long before I receive an enlistment letter to the Camp of Life-destruction. Army is a fucking waste of time, and I've always stood firm to it since I was born.
IT WAS IN THE BREASTMILK, I SWEAR!!!! haha nah, but I've never supported the idea of an army anywhere in this world.
We don't need protection, we need annhialation. Annhialation of wars and hate, that is.
There's no where I can run to. I am like a lab rat when I'm in Singapore. Every male citizen is. We are all monitored and tracked down if needed. If only I had money to fly myself out of Singapore, change my name, citizenship. I hate this army, this country I'm forced to protect.
I know I've never been the apple of anyone's eye, espacially my parents. Well, not that I aim to be one. But it just feels like shit when you're 17, and you are still forced to persue an education certificate. The family's fund are running low and you can't do anything about it. All that's left for you to choose from is a part-time job in which you can hardly support yourself.
All you have are your dreams and desires. Your parents just wished that you had been a teensy weensy brighter. They wished you aced your PSLE, your O Levels.
Not gonna happen, you say. You hold on to this blind faith that never seems to congratulate you. Not ever has it felt that you were doing the right thing, but you persisted on with this faith of yours. Then again, what is doing the right thing?
It won't be long before you have to move to a smaller house, ride a bicycle because you can't afford public transport fares. You and your family will have to suffer all because of what you choose to do, or rather, choose not to do.
"What should I do now?" You question yourself. And you persist on with your dreams and desires.
Occurred to anyone?
......(awkward silence)....................................................(keeping head straight while looking left and right, up and diagonally)......(digs nose and sticks booger under the table).........
Ok I no longer do such stuff.
You know, I've never watched a single sequel of The Bourne Identity, or you know, the other... sequels. But somehow it just feels like the story relates to how my life is - a struggle in search of my true identity, my true purpose for being here. Maybe that's not how the real story goes but how would I know, I've never watched it, damnit.
On the 27th Novenber 2007, at 6pm local time, I officially surrendered my Ngee Ann Polytechnic Student Pass. I'm a Singaporean-nobody now. It won't be long before I receive an enlistment letter to the Camp of Life-destruction. Army is a fucking waste of time, and I've always stood firm to it since I was born.
IT WAS IN THE BREASTMILK, I SWEAR!!!! haha nah, but I've never supported the idea of an army anywhere in this world.
We don't need protection, we need annhialation. Annhialation of wars and hate, that is.
There's no where I can run to. I am like a lab rat when I'm in Singapore. Every male citizen is. We are all monitored and tracked down if needed. If only I had money to fly myself out of Singapore, change my name, citizenship. I hate this army, this country I'm forced to protect.
I know I've never been the apple of anyone's eye, espacially my parents. Well, not that I aim to be one. But it just feels like shit when you're 17, and you are still forced to persue an education certificate. The family's fund are running low and you can't do anything about it. All that's left for you to choose from is a part-time job in which you can hardly support yourself.
All you have are your dreams and desires. Your parents just wished that you had been a teensy weensy brighter. They wished you aced your PSLE, your O Levels.
Not gonna happen, you say. You hold on to this blind faith that never seems to congratulate you. Not ever has it felt that you were doing the right thing, but you persisted on with this faith of yours. Then again, what is doing the right thing?
It won't be long before you have to move to a smaller house, ride a bicycle because you can't afford public transport fares. You and your family will have to suffer all because of what you choose to do, or rather, choose not to do.
"What should I do now?" You question yourself. And you persist on with your dreams and desires.
Occurred to anyone?
Justin, 02:44