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[Mar. 24th, 2009|12:42 pm] |
I slept at 9pm, woke up at 6am.
Now I'm sleepy again wtf let me study! No, I haven't had lunch yet. |
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| NTU Stabbing |
[Mar. 3rd, 2009|01:46 pm] |
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Yesterday they said it was suicide. Today they said he fell. |
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 28th, 2009|05:55 am] |
Iwan's Fantasia Musim Cinta keeps playing in my head, once in a while I'm compelled to sing out loud.
1) Damn JIWANG, can? hahaha
2) I feel old
I'd still like to have all the songs of this era... |
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[Feb. 17th, 2009|03:22 pm] |
Oh, and to anyone who would, let's play Tatsunoko vs Capcom! =D
..or Melty Blood. |
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[Feb. 17th, 2009|03:15 pm] |
Gah, i clicked on my own link to the Conservapedia article on Barack Obama.
Some of those people... I don't know what to say anymore. Anyone watch Elfen Lied?
... I tried and tried but couldn't come up with anything satisfactory to say. Just die please.
Drat. I can't even ARGUE anymore. |
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[Feb. 17th, 2009|10:48 am] |
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This was a very very happy morning for no reason... I just felt blessed. My emotions are weird.
Then the reasons came, lol.
Money, extended report deadline, nice food, finding a spot in the library etc...
That aside, I think for all its reputation of being strict and unforgiving, Singapore can actually be pretty (relatively) kind.
"Don't speed in the tunnel! We have cameras there!"
If it were up to me I'd be catching and disposing of as many offenders as I could. I guess LTA knows that people will always have their bad sides, but it tries to keep people as civilized as possible, if in a somewhat artificial way.
...or maybe I'm giving them too much credit and they just don't care enough (ie not as vindictive as I could be) to waste the time and money dealing with these people. |
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[Feb. 13th, 2009|07:07 pm] |
I'm rendered speechless by so many things nowadays. Example:
4-way junction near Tampines Central and Tampines Stadium. Really busy at times and very tight place to make a U-turn. So the green man had just lighted and we were starting to cross the road. Along comes this black car trying to make a u-turn, stopping short before a bunch of like 15-yr old boys. I don't remember if she had her windows down because I vaguely recall her grumbling to herself and TSK-ing the boys with that punch-me-in-the-face-and-then-cut-me-up-into-52-pieces face she was making.
What can I say? If this were a different world, I'd just sigh, shoot her, call my special cleanup squad to clear the mess and then be on my way. As it is, all I can do is sigh and wish her dead.
... I had intended to stereotype women as lousy drivers, but apparently it didn't come out. Am I developing some sort of automatic political-correctness checking mechanism? |
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[Jan. 28th, 2009|07:07 am] |
I cringe whenever someone says or types "...different than..."
Blast it. It's WRONG. Why? Because I say it is! |
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[Jan. 22nd, 2009|12:49 am] |
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It still takes me 2 hours to get home from school. |
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[Jan. 13th, 2009|04:19 pm] |
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Thank you, Saint Jude. |
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| You bring them in to help, you treat them like shit |
[Jan. 9th, 2009|04:41 am] |
It's a little long...
Link to Part 1
Link to Part 2
Gross injustice and negligence on the part a country which, I think, likes to think it is very strict yet fair and swift in punishing anyone who breaks the law.
This is truly despicable, even if we ignore the fact that the government will not allow anyone to even question the judicial system:
Link
(Q:But what if the judicial system has a tiny little problem with it?
A: Then you're all screwed. Fuck you citizens.)
(Q:But what if there's a disastrously huge mistake with the system?
A: Impossible. But if it were true, then you're all screwed. Fuck you citizens.)
Not that I agree they should have done what they did challenging the court that way.
Individual events may be forgotten, but slowly we may learn and go on to realize how unsafe even our own homeland is.
Seriously, man. Why are these people marrying and having kids? |
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| WTF is up, Livejournal?! |
[Dec. 22nd, 2008|11:20 am] |
For the first time in a long time, I viewed my own journal before I logged in.
There's a fucking advertisement.
On the right.
It has its own margin and everything, extending all the way to the bottom of the page; empty space doing nothing but potentially spoil my layout, as if the nonexistent left-right scrollbar at the bottom of my page didn't already meet and exceed the standard levels of ugliness. It'd be bad enough to put a banner at the top or the bottom, but seriously. At the bloody side?!
Yes, I tried to look for an official avenue to complain about this. I may have found one in the lj_biz community, but it already has 123 comments and the link they gave to opt out of the persistent cookies functions (questionable, because I say so, whether it actually does) by storing another cookie in your computer. While I look for something that's actually worth exploring, I decided to type out this post.
???
When I'm logged in, I don't see any hint of the advertisement when I look at my page.
Is that dishonesty or what?
Don't give me that bullcrap about shaving off the irrelevant elements from the page because we are logged in and not their targeted audience etc etc. Our layout IS relevant. Where the ads appear ARE relevant. What SORT of ads may appear, "customized" as they may be, ARE relevant and may be inappropriate or clash with the content of our fucking pages. |
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| Conservapedia |
[Dec. 21st, 2008|02:33 am] |
Conservapedia article on Obama
wtf?!
The Talk Page is even worse.
The page linked above may have been edited sometime between my writing and your reading of this post etc etc etc |
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[Dec. 20th, 2008|04:31 am] |
The Simple Truth
It's a parody of a type of arguments that take place far too often.
I must learn to look at those the way I did when I read this, instead of getting exasperated as I usually do. |
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[Dec. 13th, 2008|06:13 am] |
My dad has never said a word to persuade me to go with him to my mother's grave, but I'm pretty sure he isn't ecstatic that I don't go.
I never saw the point in it. I mean, if she's going to hang about, a boring graveyard would be the last place she'd be. Every time he leaves for the cemetery I'd elect to stay at home, and I'd imagine her in the living room watching him close the door behind him. |
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| To the zen masters, from a noob |
[Dec. 6th, 2008|05:32 am] |
When people don't notice what I'm doing for them, I get upset. It's because reality doesn't match my expectations of it. It is my own fault for expecting gratitude. But let's take an extreme case. You help someone and he turns around to spit in your face.
Whence comes happiness? |
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| In the still of night |
[Dec. 3rd, 2008|04:01 am] |
Lights out, lying in bed, ready for thought but not actually thinking, I heard a motorcycle go past downstairs.
It reminded me of nights spent sleeping over at my aunt's place in Marine Parade.
I was probably seven, and I enjoyed it every time we went there. I think it was the toys and games; My aunt and uncle seemed to regularly buy them for their two children, in sharp contrast to my own parents who, once I had learned how to speak, refused to buy me anything vaguely resembling a toy.
The younger of my cousins, the boy, was a big fan of Power Rangers, bigger than even I was, and got every zoid as soon as it was released. He could play as a power ranger for what seemed like hours without ever slowing down. Cars, however, had just as much power to keep him still. He had countless miniature cars in his room arranged in little pigeon holes, or just set in a row on top of a table. He'd take one, curl up into a fetal position on the floor, hold it such that the wheels would be at (his) eye level, start one turning with a finger and stare at it, completely fixated.
The days were fun. The nights were fun, too. The rules my aunt and uncle enforced were more visible compared to my own parents', mostly because there wasn't much to do at my own home besides watching TV and reading. It was all okay, though. I enjoyed every bit of it, even when they firmly told me I had to stop playing and go to bed. Every night, though, while I was listening to the sounds of night, wide awake but relaxed and waiting for the onset of sleep, I would hear a motorcycle engine being revved as it sped past on the nearby ECP.
And every time I heard it, anxiety would clutch at my heart. I wasn't just trying for the lame metaphor there. There would be a shiver and a slight chill a little below where my heart was (is), and I'd feel scared. I'd get a sense of, "I don't belong here", as if the background had faded away and gone flat, and there was only me left in the foreground. Exposed. I'd feel someone frowning at me.
This feeling didn't fade away slowly, it stayed with me. And it only ended when my aunt yelled at me to wake up the next morning. |
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