He scored the winning goal!

And he's out.

But he will be back!

Went to Clark Quay to have a drink with two heartbroken guys who got ditched by their fucking girlfriends. All Bob and I could do was to listen to their sorrows and watched them finished bottles of alcohol. They were choking on their tears when they spoke, almost on the verge of crying. Poor souls, hope they are doing fine.

I heard the stories, even an idiot knows who's right. Hope those bitches can fuck themselves off from this world.

My bro is sick of his life. He is tired of all those retarded trainings at SAFTI. He kept whining to me about all those shits he have to go through. He said he do not have the right mentality and attitude at this point of time to proceed with his officer course. How he wished he was just a normal soldier who serve from 8 to 5 daily.

I hope he have the strength to pull through.

What can we expect from 2009? Nothing. Nothing promising to cheer for. Another gloomy year ahead. What Happy New Year?! My foot. It's always the same. Always been deceive by the hope at the start of year. Comes JUNE, all of us will then realize the shit that we are going through. And pray for the start of a new year.

Terrorism, Global warming, Recession crisis. You name it, we have it. Sad huh?

At times, I ask myself what can I do to help. Other than using less toilet rolls when shiting, nothing. It's miserable to think that how insignificant one could be. Nothing will change in the foreseeable future unless another Ghandi decided to spread love and peace. Nothing will change unless another Qin Shihuang decided to step out to reunite the world. And nothing will change if all those mother fuckers goverment continued to practise the policy of NATO. (no action talk only)

Till that day arrived, I will continue to use less toilet rolls so as to fulfil my role as a citizen of the World.