RockMyCore

A couple of lemons. 

A thunderstorm. 

Potholes. 

I like to think that life without any worries or hiccups really isn't life at all. 

But then again, smooth sailing is just so appealing. 

National Service is just such one of such circumstances. 

With 6 months left, it's like a hurricane loosing is power. 

Still present, still dangerous, but not as destructive as before. 

Many tell me to just let it go. Just do it. 

It's your duty. Your job. 

Well horseshit to all that. 

It comes down to the basic analogy. 

Just because you feel or think this way does not mean I should too. 

This weekend alone has taught me how much of a facade this whole thing is. 

This is the epitome of redundancy. 

You use your brains, creativity and imagination and you get hollered back for trying to be stuck up or not following the rules or trying to be too smart. 

Basically you get shit thrown back at your face. 

When you decide that it ain't worth it and just go with the flow, you're accused of being too lazy, no effort, no initiative and no motivation and drive. 

Basically, you still get shit thrown back into your face. 

It's a vicious depressing cycle of such sad proportions. 

There's so much talent, energy, motivation, and hardwork going to waste.

I've had it upto here with shit. 

I'm here, sitting in a Starbucks waiting for my Medical Appointment for Physiotherapy. 

Why?

Cause I wanted to be somebody and all that hardwork only resulted in an injured neck and pain. 

It's funny how much inspiration I had in the first six months can turn to so such disgust as it is now. 

But hey, I'm sitting in this quiet cozy corner of an empty Starbucks having a Rosemary Chicken and Emmentel Croissant and nice hot cup of Coffee. 

And I could really get used to this. 

Goodbye motivation. 

I'll use you where it's really worthwhile. 

You know, it's so hard cause all you have is your weekends on a normal basis and you wanna spend time with family and go out with your friends and loved ones and have a LIFE. 

And be alone in your room by yourself with yourself cause that's all the alone time you ever gonna get during these two years. 

So that kinda sums up most weekends.

Which results in no time for doing anything for your room design wise. 

My room is my haven. 

My fortress. 

My Utopia. 

I can do whatever I want in there. 

Be whoever I want to be. 

It used to be alive with aquariums and hamsters! 

Plants growing everywhere. 

A total jungle my parents and friends would say.  

And I miss that. 

And yes my room is extremely important to me. 

Well 6 more FUCKING months!

And everything will be back to normal.   

So what did I manage to accomplish with my lazy and procrastinating ass?

(Well as much as I wanted the room to get done I just wanted to lie on the couch and stone into blank space just as much too.)

First, got myself some new binds. 

Very much an Ikea person here.

Just love the simplicity it carries. 

Got a new coat of paint too. Finally got rid of that nasty white which has been around ever since I came back to Singapore. 

As usual I left home with a tornado hit room and very frustrated  parents.

Hohoho.