Duty Free

I went back to Seletar for duty yesterday and right now, I sit here quite zombie-fied as I haven't had a good night's sleep since Sunday night. (and it's tuesday). I still manage to get things done by drinking coffee, but I was tired the whole day but I just can't seem to fall asleep.

Prowling was actually quite fun because talking to Edson can be more interesting than other people. We crapped and time did fly. I mean, we actually had a conversation about conversations and how other people's conversations (with us) lack some sort of "substance". It was rather arrogant of us to assume our conversations were perfectly and interestingly intellectual but heck. And yes, I do enjoy a good talk once in awhile.

I made a decision. That is to be happy and not constantly flinch at what others may throw at me. Becoming stronger emotionally is a life time's ambition I mean, constantly in our lives we are faced with people who bug us, annoy the hell out of us, or people whom we just cannot stand looking at. People with attitudes that piss us of, people that do bad things to us, people who gossip about us, people who we think do not respect us. There are tons of people like that out there. The solution I have came up with is to disregard their existence, Ignore and Deny as if their words and their actions whereby they have no effect on anything in this world. Everything they say become nullified but this "invincible paradigm". It is probably impossible to love your enemies but it is possible to ignore them. In this world, we know that garbage exist and stuff that agonizes our nose (hint, you can find them in the toilet) exist. But we do not have to keep opening the thrash can to relive the experience or to curse and swear about why does rubbish stink! No one would do that. We just accept that, first, there are smelly things in this world, and two, we do not want to be exposed to them and thirdly we avoid them or put them away whenever possible. I shall just do that with annoying people now. Why would I keep opening the garbage bin and smelling it's contents over and over again. Hatred, is just like that. You can kick the black rubbish bag as much as you want but the end of the day, you're the one suffering the stench that comes from it.

I'm tired and sleepy. It's time to go to bed. I don't know what's install for tomorrow. Frankly, I fear that I might be going to be outfield for quite sometime.