Limit

Unsettling times have passed, but that doesn't mean the world is perfect again. Harmful notions may be gone, but disturbing ones still stay on.
Never did expect to pull through it all and still be around to type this darn entry now, but I'm not leaving anything to chance now. I simply don't trust chance anymore.


Limit


Now that's an interesting word. The dictionary defines it in many ways, but I personally choose this one as my favorite.

A confining or restricting object, agent, or influence which terminates, circumscribes, restrains, or confines

What is a limit? What is your limit? What is mine?
I used to think that people would know when they've "hit the limit; hit the ceiling" and it can't go any higher. I used to think that when you hit the limit, you gotta stop and let it go, because it can't proceed any further. It has been circumscribed, restrained.
Maybe, now my thinking has changed. Maybe, just maybe, some people don't know the limit. Whether they don't see it or don't feel it, I don't know and I don't wish to know. The only important thing is that limits are there for a reason. And that reason is to tell you to stop. You've had enough. Some people choose to push, to test their limit. That is not a good thing. If it doesn't concern me then I couldn't care less. But when it does, you can wager your stinkyass I'll settle it.
I take most things lightly, even personal attacks, but some just don't make that cut.
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Don't bug me, don't intrude into my personal life and joys.
Don't bother saying sorry after it's all over.
It's too late for apologies.
It will be too late to regret.

My lack of wisdom

Pretty much an uneventful week so far, the only highlight, or rather low-point of it is today: wisdom tooth extraction. Good thing being that I now have in my possession a piece of paper which has extreme power in determining the following days of my life. It is a 6-day MC!! Yes, 6 wholesome days of rest without going to camp! =) To all other fellow NSFs: Extract your wisdom tooth during NS time, the MC is thus maximised to its full value! =)

I predict I will be bored to death at home and probably sleeping away most of the free time that I have acquired. Kindly give me suggestions as to what I can possibly do with my time, my abundance of free time. I have shortlisted the following: Read books, read more books, watch vcds, watch more vcds, sleep, sleep more. That is a total of 6 things to occupy myself until next thursday when I next have to return to camp, hopefully without a swollen cheek and gum.

If you feel very free, kinda like me, you can always drop by to visit me! Yes, please, but you can forgo the flowers. I'm not really a very flowery person. Or you can also forward funny entertaining emails or websites to help me occupy my time. What I do not need are directions to websites which display a wonderfully delicious array of foodstuffs which I simply cannot delight myself in during these depressing times =(

The Clerk (Mundane) Life

Here I will attempt to explain the mundan-ity of my present life, and pretty much the other clerks in my office. And why the subsequent generations of Singaporean males owe it to me and my buddies for making the SAF reduce the NS liability duration.

Handphone alarm goes off at 7.15. I hammer the buttons until I hit the Stop Alarm button. Go back to sleep. Wake up late at 7.45. Rush to shower, wash up and dress for work. Rush to camp. Normally arrive 5 to 15 mins late at work. Switch on my laptop and sit down, eating breakfast while surfing the net. Continue in this semi-hypnotic state for the next 2 hours.
At 10am, proceed to accompany superiors for teabreak, usually someplace out of camp. Return at time X. From time X to 12pm, resume semi-hypnotic state and reduce state of alertness, often known as dozing off.
Leave once again for lunch at 12pm, resume semi-hypnotic duties in the office at 1pm. Attempt to find interesting things to surf on the net, but often fail due to the incompetency of government-provided internet service starnet. Distressed by the failure to find anything interesting to surf, I resort to occupying myself by adopting a zen-like meditative state.
At 430pm, meditation exercise ceases to make way for the it-is-time-to-go-home syndrome, commonly found in NSFs. Start to irritate my superior by folding paper aeroplanes and throwing it at his computer terminal to gain his attention. Express fiery desire to go home immediately. Often, this process takes about 45mins - 1hr to achieve success, by which time it is almost 530pm, the official time to go home.
Complete the daily ritual of switching off lights and power mains in record timing at lightning speed, and proceed down to the carpark with similar efficiency.
Within 5 mins of that, I am out of camp. I have my freedom.

Pop-quiz, hotshots: So now, why do you think they have decided to cut the duration of NS liability?

I myself wonder...