The people I met today

I was going to post a description of all the people I met today. But something hit me. Hard. Right in the face. Breaking news. And so there will be a major shiffffffffffffffft in topic.

It's over. All over. This time, it's for real. It was real sudden. Poof. Just like that. My life, gone. All I've come to know, taken away. Change. I'm afraid. But I'm also relieved. It happens in two days. What do I do? What will I say? How will I prepare? At every end there is a new beginning. Oh what the heck. Can't wait to see what happens anyway. Alarms are going off, sprinklers exploding.

My family is coming back.

and the winner is....

Pragmatism and Practicality.

Maybe one day I'll write a book on this.

clarity

I did it, I think. I stopped the internal dialogue, or at least a fleeting glimpse of how it was like to do so because the moment I realised it was happening, it was gone.

I could see, perceive, everything, but I saw that in the everything there was nothing. But the nothing turned out to be everything. Although I saw, I still don't understand. Maybe one day.

That's like, the only cool thing that happened today. And freakonomics is really just about us surrounded by people determined to rip us off.

the doubtless

We won on Friday.

I told you I wouldn't have cared if we lose because I never really had a doubt that we wouldn't win. You called it arrogance, I called it faith. Faith in other people because I didn't win. We did.

kbye.

blame game FTL

So I was like, who's to blame? I mean, it would be much easier to pinpoint the blame if getting C was a minority, I would just have to point to myself. But Noooo. Almost everyone else had to get a C too.

So does it mean we ALL suck? While others elsewhere all freaking PwN? Oh wells, whatever, like nobody cares anyways.

Came up with a song riff, which I sent to Daniel. Turns out it sounds freakishly similar to some song called golden hair sister by America, which I have never heard, at least consciously. Bleh I'm throwing it away.

Another flan

Coming up soon. No cream cheese this time.

+ I learnt a lot yesterday.

words from the foreign talent

I, S8917525I, TAN MING TUAN understand that being a permanent resident of Singapore, am liable for National Service and once enlisted for full-time National Service, will be required to complete it even if I were to renounce my permanent resident status.

alrightyz.

no doubt derric will have something to say about this.

flanflanflan

its 11.45pm and i'm baking a flan and there's school tomorrow.

Mark Twain defines work as "anything you'd rather not do"

I'd rather not go to school and I'd rather bake a flan.

But I'm going to school anyways because most of the time, life is about work.

poof!

And I Did It. Now I'm just looking forward to what's gonna happen next.

Disgusting People

I'm talking about litterbugs. The kind of scum that can toss a can or bottle into a bush, or onto the side of a path, without even batting an eyelid. I witnessed one such incident last night and the sight of the act really disgusted me. Is it really that hard to find a bin around town? Is it really that inconvenient to carry an empty bottle with you until you inevitably get to one? It doesn't matter who the person is, but the display of such a lack of thoughtlessness and consideration is what annoyed me.

So I reprimanded the person through a mixture of frenzied physical and verbal assaults, hoping to get my point through. However, maybe I didn't present myself as serious enough. The response? Not even an "oops." It was a more of a "So?" So you're already aware you're an ignorant, self-centered prick? Even if you aren't, that makes you one anyway. You might as well have said "So? I have no respect for anything beyond me because YEAA! It's all about Mememememememe!"

"What's wrong with littering and being an inconsiderate prick?" you may ask. Well, stupid questions deserve stupid answers. Here are some of the hazardous effects of litter on our society.











As you can see, this once beautiful beach got pwned by litter.



















These critters look really peeved. Don't EVER go to Virginia because they're are gonna f*cking rip your face off.















The grass here used to be nice. Until it got FREAKING PWNED by your litter.


















Everyone thought Bubbles was cute. But then one day, he decided it's PERFECTLY FINE to throw this pink SHIT on the floor while looking like a damn FAG. The result? His mom disowned him soon after. 6 months later, the butterfly got its revenge.














The figures for number of dyslexics were grossly understated.















Uh-uh. THESE KIDS aren't gonna put up with your bullshit too. Just try messing with them and see what happens.


You know what really grinds my gears? Litterbugs. However, that being said, I can be called a hypocrite too. After all, in the heat of the moment, I forgot to crawl into the bushes later to pick up the bottle. I'm filled with regret.

Thank God it's Christmas (Queen)

Oh my love, we've had our share of tears
Oh my friend, we've had our hopes and fears 
Oh my friends, it's been a long hard year 
But now it's Christmas, Yes it's Christmas 
Thank God it's Christmas

The moon and stars seem awful cold and bright
Let's hope the snow will make this Christmas right
My friend the world will share this special night 
Because it's Christmas, Yes it's Christmas 
Thank God it's Christmas 
For one night

Thank God it's Christmas, yeah
Thank God it's Christmas, Thank God it's Christmas
Can it be Christmas? Let it be Christmas 
Every day

Oh my love we've lived in troubled days
Oh my friend we have the strangest ways 
All my friends on this one day of days 

Thank God it's Christmas, Yes it's Christmas
Thank God it's Christmas, For one day 
Thank God it's Christmas, Yes it's Christmas
Thank God it's Christmas, Oooh yeah 
Thank God it's Christmas 
Yes, yes, yes, yes it's Christmas
Thank God it's Christmas, for one day

A very merry Christmas to you all.


This must be like, the most irrelevant, redundant, unnecessary, pointless post ever.

Or IS it?

nub pics

These are from the most awesome night ever, which was a few weeks ago:

The baldie is Sasha Bach. He is part of the Sasha Bach Band. There's also Brandon, the fan who's never heard them.
















The long-haired dude is Paul. He plays guitar and sings. He also plays super awesome guitar.
















I once again feel myself caught in the drudgery of school, except now I'm actually trying to do my work, which makes it worse. I still have so much stuff I want to accomplish outside of school, stuff that I don't mind working hard for, stuff that I see myself being able to immerse in for a lifetime (no not world of warcraft, that sucked.), but these are just flung aside by the education system. Leave the system? There'll be consequences. So I guess for now, I'm stuck in lots of ruts.

If I had to use one word to describe my day, it would be "meh?". Whatever I lost today, I have yet to find it again.

a weekend at the races

Today was also the day I fell off a truck.

It really hurt. Because I had one leg still on the truck, and one on the ground. This meant that I was suspended in what you could consider a vertical leg split for about a second. After my feat (or a stunt as the others called it, which I was quick to clarify later as completely unintentional), I found myself half-sprawled on the road because half my body was lying down while the other half seemed to be in a kneeling kind of position. I dragged myself up a kerb where I reflected upon how I had gotten myself into this mess and ways in which the mishap could have been avoided. I could find no answer.

For the third time today, I was a victim. A victim of circumstance.

At least I got a free T-shirt today.