Most of the time, whatever that I have planned out in my head, doesn't always come out right. Like speaking or writing for instance- it's all beautiful and smart and basically everything nice when it's in there but when it comes to communicating it, well, it just gets lost in translation.
The weekend saw me staying up for more than 24 hours. After giving up from trying to settle into the night, I decided to surf around youtube. The stuff that you can find in there can be pretty amazing. Apart from the usual retardness that you can find, you can actually find entire movies if you're lucky enough. Lucky because they usually get taken down pretty quickly.
And so, I found this documentary about the war in Afghanistan. It's a pretty complex and delicate situation which many of my friends have simply and narrowly-mindedly resigned it to as the war against terror. Then there are others who thinks of it as just a war for oil.
Well, let me educate you all one thing about life- war generates the economy. And it is a pretty damn good generator I must say. Look at World War 2 and the Cold War. The drive for war machines saw numerous people gaining employment and businesses everywhere booming. What we now enjoy are the fruits of technological advances that came about with those two wars. Then, in the 90s, there were hardly any wars and we suffered several economic crisis. 2001 saw another war "invented" out of necessity. It actually saved the deteriorating economy. Well, that is also subjective thanks to mr.inflation.
So anyway, that's one of the main reason why they went to war. And that poor country is being used as a poor scapegoat because face it, nobody likes an extremist or hardlined government. And being who they are, it's just like taking candy from a baby. But that's only in respect to the fact that they are and will not retaliate an offensive by bringing it to their doorsteps. Because they simply can't afford to do so. Anyway, more than 10 years later, the Americans are still at it while the homeboys are still carrying the huge "FUCKOFF!" banner.
So after making one big oompahloompah round, I shall come to my point. I was watching this documentary titled "Invasion of Marjah". Never heard of it? Well, it was Obama's trick-play to drum up support for the war efforts in Arff-Gun-Knees-Stun. Well, if you have the time to watch it, you should. I know many will bitch and moan about how it is just another propoganda film. But then, many have never been to war so many will never know what it's like to be in one. This is especially the case for this kind of war. Ever since World War 2, wars have never been fought in some distant battlefield but right in the homes of many. Well, history shows that this sort of war is actually the sort that has been fought all along. The difference is that nowadays, we really try not to kill the civilians. And if we do, we actually punished for it. Gone of the days of plundering and looting the city in the total war strategy called fuckall.
So yes, because I couldn't sleep, I found such an interesting documentary which has led me to another one which I will definitely watch soon. By the time I realized that I actually needed to sleep, it was already 7am (the documentary lasted an hour and a half) and I had to get ready for RT(read Ranger Training). I realized that if given enough push, I could actually get a decent timing for my 2.4km run to actually get Gold standard. In other words, that $400 money prize could actually be mine. Unfortunately, I tend to run faster and train better when there's somebody pushing me to do it. In army lingo, we call it, "kena fuck!" I guess it is kind of nice to be coming back into this sort of envinronment. Everyone is bounded together through suffereing. I've been meaning to write about how the greatest force or power on earth isn't love but hate but I just haven't had the time to do so. I really hate it that I do not have time to do things that I love.
Perhaps that day will come soon. Right now, there's only two things to concentrate on- Rugby and FYP. Saw how I prioritize my things? Yep...I am indeed screwed. But hey, it is my last season. And having missed the last one, I was actually extra careful(read lazy) in all my club matches. It's finally time. After years being in the team, it's finally coming to an end. Honestly, I think I have to find something else pretty quickly to fill up this new found void. The last time this happened, after finishing my last season of rugby in secondary school, I actually put on 10kg worth of mass from all that weightlifting. After JC rugby, I actually grew one size up, again from weighlifting. Those were the days that an L size shirt actually fitted me rather snugly. I honestly wonder what will come out of this after the 27th of March. I guess, just like any other thing, I'll have to wait and see.
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