:: have we got nothing better to do? ::

went to qian hu fish farm today. it's an unit event. i can't imagine army actually organise this kinda activities these days. it's really lame and i guess more than half of the people who went are not keen to go at all. the other half went just because they can skip work and just do nothing.

anyway the sun is scorching and they organised this silly event that we are supposed to squat next to the pond and try to catch the mollies with this fucking small and shallow net. so i just squat there for one hour, stirring the water. anyway i think the water is so damn dirty. my hands felt rough after touching the water.

then this man who spoke lousy english led us on this "tour" thing. he tried to explain to us about the different fish and bragged about their prized arowanas. i was busy smoking the whole time. haha.

oh yah. the owner (or is he just the major shareholder or founder) of the farm is like fucking narcissistic. he had like 10 noticeboards full of pin-ups about him appearing on magazines, tv and newspaper. then there's the tv which played interviews and of those times he appeared on tv. like wtf?

and i am feeling damn sick now after 1 hour under the sun. and that bastard who has killer b.o. and shared the same bus as me. he's like 10 little-india-indians combined. make me sick.

anyway after so much cock-talking (reminder : it's the year of the cock), the topic is more about have we really got nothing better to do than to mope and wallow in self-pity?