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Tuesday, January 23, 2007
As my unemployment lingers, my enlistment date seems to be in the distant future. One can feel as time stands still- the seconds hand literally crawls at a snail's pace. The afternoons unbearably hot, the nights infinitely long. I hate to see my precious time ticking away and lost in translation, trickling slowly down the drain. I guess this is when the enjoyment stops. Your mates are cooped at Tekong, the rest either decked in the best serving clients and working their asses off and rolling in the dough. Money is the secondary issue here, doing something worthwhile with this limited period of time is my paramount priority. Maybe the camp instructor job wasn't a bad idea after all.It uneasily comforting to know that you're liberated, emancipated from the shackles of responsibility but whats the purpose of life with no direction? If you derive pleasure in bumming around, adding the pounds to your belly, bathe once in two daysand sleep till the sun is sky high: be my guest. I'm more than happy to swap places with you. Anything. I plead, just anything to make my life more purposeful( like it ever was) at the moment. I'm jaded. With the empty promises, unreturned "assured" calls, cut-throat and deceiving nature of the world of part-time employment. Its making me disillusioned, weary and extremely fustrated when spurned, looked down and paraded like a piece of meat from a butcher's shop. Dragged from the noose like a cow. I mean if you just don't want ME, just give it to me in the face, with a good explanation of course. You put me on hold, i have the right to consider other offers as well, thats my prerogative. You respect my position, i respect yours. Its mutual and work boths ways. Fancy yourselves as managers, head of HR and agents when you lack even a speck, much less an inch, of respects for others. Well, here is my parting word, i give you the finger.
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I've got soul
But I'm not a soldier
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