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Saturday, July 05, 2008

Before the blogging commences, i must say this... I'M NOT GOING FOR ANOTHER BACK MASSAGE THERAPHY ANYMORE!!! or at least, JUST A MASSAGE WILL DO, NOT THE THERAPHY! The whole thing is quite whatever can, fancy placing HOT WATER BAGS on ur BACK and leave u alone, waving hands and legs frantically while lying on the bed.. TORTUROUS can? Imagine the pain building up as the time goes by, instead of your body accomodating to the water temperature.. Man, shouldnt have gotten this back injury, troublesome like fcuk and makes me feel like an old man every morning.. NOW MY BACK IS BURNT!! ARGHHHH

ok anyway, i've just realised a new worthless hobby beside wondering and gundams; and that's observing.. Must have watched too much gundam 00 series, i somehow became much like an observer nowadays lol.. Kinda refreshing, really, to just step back occasionally and observe Man as a whole; his Actions and Reactions, his Thinking etc etc... I dont know, but i kinda get a surprise result after being an observer for a few days, but at least is Singaporean Man, not the Man as a whole la haha.. Ok these observations are on neutral grounds to the best of my ability to write and type hahah... Pls dont take offence

1) Singaporean Man likes to find a Listener
Being a Listener it means someone who is willing to lend an ear, not for you to pull, but to listen to your sorrows and whatever crap. 'Willing' is the key word, 'cos sometimes that guy is quite unwilling but have no choice when he sees your desperate face or a pitiful voice.. Mmm maybe i'm not exactly a Listener but i fulfiled the critieria when the need arises; and i end up listening to bf-gf problems, family problems, but most of the time being 'best' friends that does not seem otherwise, people who confess to being not in good terms with someone, underneath the surface, but acting like friends superficially, complaints about their so-called spuerficially 'friends'.. Sigh really, if they wanna say Chicken Soup for the Singaporean Soul, i would say to hell with the cicken soup, its Listener for the Singaporean Soul.. But not everyone are good Listeners as i found out, which brings about the next observation:

2) Singaporean Man is freaking lousy in consoling
At least 80% of the 'Listeners' wannabe sucks at this, big time.. Say, you confide to a friend and you said, "Sian my gf quarelled with me over *something small*" and the common reply would be something like, "WAH LAU YOURS IS NOTHING LOH, last time me and my gf quarelled over *something slightly, just slightly, bigger* and we broke up... See i more chaam right?" Or another thing like, "Sian i failed SOC by 10secs leh.." and instead of asking you try harder the common reply would be something like, "WAH LAU YOURS IS NOTHING LOH, last time i failed by 3secs leh, i more chaam right?" I dont know, Singaporeans typically like to outshine each other but now they are trying to outshine each other on being more pitiful... Funny how life is, hor?

3)It's scary on how the Singaporean Man always want to benefit no one but himself
sad to say but that's the kind of environment i'm trying to survive in army right now.. Though not very obvious on the surface, it becomes frightfully clear if you stand back for awhile and observe.. Behind almost every action lies a deep motive, and that is to aim for himself to reap the most benefits he can from the situation.. Something like 'optimum level of benefits gained from the least possible amount of efforts'.. Though it's not an absolute fact but this sad stuffs still happen every now and then.. It seems that everyone only want to look out for themselves and ignore the rest, but can we say or do anything? Guess not, 'cos it's life already...

4) Singaporean Man really needs to look at the big picture
Never fails to surprise me how short-sighted my platoon-mates can be sometimes; they groan in 'pain' and frustration whenever arrows, or sai kang to a certain extent, hit them, but they just couldnt understand that a job needs to be done and, harshly put, no choice given for them to reject.. Even though sometimes i too couldnt get the rational and grumble 'cos it's really freaking meaningless arrows and sai kangs, i still cannot deny the fact that the job STILL has to be done no matter what..

But then again, i'm realising my 'big picture' is starting to shrink as the days fly by and the shit grows smellier and heavier.. Rank problem? Why am i slugging my life and enduring through my back injury when platoon-mates of higher rank arent contributing? i dont know, really...

Oh wells, here comes the Exercise Bear 2

//Brandon struck at 9:39 PM\\