I remember looking forward to get back home to blog an entry or two each time i returned from tekong. That was 3 mths ago. Now i return everyday. yet i dun feel like blogging. To me, its plain irony.

Perhaps the novelty of blogging is beginning to wear off. Perhaps i cant find any interesting stuff to blog about cos i am doing quite mundane stuff everyday. Doing clerical stuff, writing reports, supposed to take minutes, answering phone calls. Some people will regard it as prosaic business, but the scary part is I actually enjoy doing it.

U can call me an office dog. I dun really mind. At least i'm a happy dog. WOof WoOF!

Someone i know actually express disgust at my vocation. Cos he's an officer trainee. He thinks hes got the "ive got lots of leadership potential" tattooed on his ass and he think hes cool and big. F it. He probably got selected by fluke and he has zilch leadership skills to begin with. Aw. Anyway, he claims that he is not after the prestige, money but rather the experience. yea rite

Sneer.
Here's something more adventurous for u, my 'officer' fiend.
Go rub ur bullshit on ur head and fuck the cow's ass.