Good stuff 0pens this week.

"Two thousand years from now, all human life will be traced back to three families: the madonnas, the octomoms and the Jolie-Pitts"

-Jimmy Kimmel

Carl's Junior is currently promoting it's super thick patty burger which is apparently a whole mouthful and I've been indulging in their burgers the last two days because I like the way their food brings an explosion of excitement with every bite. You've probably seen their thick patty burger advertisment on every terrestrial media and one of them would be the billboards on certain trains.

The text read:

"Some like it long but most love it thick."
"It's so big, it will tear something in you."

Surely you've got the underlying connotations already. I know that sex sells these days but to the extend of promoting food? Oh come on already! It's distasteful. Imagine munching away on that burger with 'funny' images flying through your brainwaves because of the promotional texts. I'll give you 3 seconds before you put that burger away.

I trembled in pain the last two mornings; waking up to the same toothache that would not go away. This led me to visit the dentist and he told me that there apparently a gaping hole thus all the sensitivity on that particular tooth because the roots were exposed. He went on further to recommend me a 'Root Canal' to be done by a specialist.
This also meant that in the meantime, I needed to ease the pain by downing painkillers.

And of course, the solution wasn't permanent and the pain subsided a while only to be wallowing on my nerves later.

This morning, I had enough.
Hence, I prayed for it to go away.
The pain left almost immediately and never came back for the entire day, the longest time ever.
This was the best thing that happened to me today.
Praise God for His goodness.

Last night I received a few of my old 'mtv' videos.
My thoughts on these?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAA
I'm hot.

No, I'm not showing them to you.

I'm having my final theory test this evening at 430pm and I merely browsed through the chapters circling every correct answer with a red pen. I think it's not enough preparation.
Gosh, I must pass this. In two minutes time, I shall absorb every line of information per-se and wringer everything on the questions platform, twist my fingers and hope the 'PASS' word appears in front of the screen. If that doesn't happen, I shall..................



UPDATE: I PASSED!

I'm going to be an Ice-cream magnate when I grow up.

Remember the days you took a couple of dollars, put on a simple get-up and got out of the house to a random somewhere for a random cause? Remember the days you had spontaneous fun?

Maybe you do but for me, it has been a long time since. I've been dragged down subtly and sullenly by the chains of monotony in life. It's probably because of army but I'm very sure there are other reasons. It seem like I've lost the ability to think of all things fun or rather I've lost the interest in all things that used to be fun to me. For one simple instance, I loved watching movies (be it with a group or alone) but now, it seems like that idea is just played down to another routinely lineup with the other normal things. Too normal in fact to whet the unquenchable appetite. Shopping falls under the same square. I used to be so excited to deck out in the latest threads making everyday a runway day but it now, I cannot give a second thought to making nice clothes one of the main issues of simple smiles.

I am too zoned out in the internet world. Yet even the sphere of fast change I find myself staring blankly. My mind is silently racing through many things subconsciously and I cannot put my finger to what they are. I swear I thought of an appropriate adjective to add to this sentence but it just got lost in the array of things on the conveyor belt to my brain's oblivion.


Now now, I'm typing myself to utter depression.
Pause.
Breathe.
Alright, I shall snap out of it.
Point in check, I need a drastic plan for my life and if at all possible, my value system needs a complete overhaul. Being too far-reaching is not a good thing most times and I need to be satisfied with what I already have even with the small daily achievements. I won't deny there's a satisfaction in doing big things but there's also bliss in simplicity. Cliche as it seems, happiness is a choice to be made.
Fancy me telling myself that. I just remedied my own illness.

I'm back home finally after one full week of camp life. I've got to admit that life in camp is rather monotonous and sometimes I do wanna hit the quit button, not that I have a say in anything unless I report the big 'S'.
Apparently, I took that big gamble this week. The case is still on-going and I'm still making a tough decision on whether I should stay on.

However, the payoff for this was that it strung along a huge facade of goodwill to me from the people who drove me crazy in the first place. Well, I need more time to make an appropriate decision if I should revocate. Like every logical human, I am going through the cycle of weighing the pros and cons.

Maybe and maybe only, I could be staying out very soon.
It all depends if everything goes well.

Ah, all that uneasiness I felt back at the company line today.
You know what I seriously detest about people with rank plastered across their uniform?
It's that very moment they cross that boundary of respect for another and abuse their power however limited it is. Pack of fools. You can't just go around waving your wand and expect everyone to mindlessly follow it.
You think it's kept within the walls.
You think no one would find out about this anarchy.

Oh but you are so wrong. Of the people you try to control with your authority is a massive clockwork of devises to expose your dirty linen one fine day. And I think it's coming sooner than I expect.

Sing your hail marys because nothing can save you now.
There is a fine line between cracking a joke and humiliation.

It's weird but I think at times I do kinda miss the old E1 days.
God gave us each our time and it will pass on quickly.
Treasure the Now.

Why are you crying inside oh dear one?
Where has your hope gone to?
Didn't it cross your mind when you garbage your friends for that one?
Pity. But we still love you. Do come back if it doesn't hurt your pride one bit.

I'll still treat you as a friend.
Promise.