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Monday, November 2, 2009, 11:35 PM

~Moving on

Ha. It hurts a little to type like this, with a scar, on my hand right now. Every now and then, I get that urge to just pop my finger, and well that's not the the only thing I pop. Ah well, I'll live through it. Just another scar to live with, right?

It's kind of fun to watch the people you laughed and smiled and cried with grow up, you know? I mean, you're no longer with them anymore, some may be miles away, some, may have long forgotten you, and some might just be right round the corner, but you know, they all have their own priorities now.

But I don't know. I like being talked to. As in, I like solving other people's problem. And the problems I faced last time, all those crushes and friendship problems and whatnot, they seem so trivial now, with all the marital problems, suicidal thoughts, and all those more serious things.

And I really want to just slap and scold some people to just shut up, bulk up, and move on.

But there are others too, huh? Who have already moved on and kinda just, left you behind? I mean, it's not their fault, but you know, sometimes a hello would be nice. Maybe I'm just jealous. Maybe I'm just happy for them. But hey,

life goes on.

10:33 PM

~The Mondays!

Hoorah! I survived Monday!

I'm so proud of myself. I swear I was so intimidated by my to-do list last week. Everything was due on monday, so I had to cram everything to the weekend. And I did. Well, not really, but hey, at least Monday's (almost) over!

Next up: Logic presentation! Hoorah!

Life,
T

Thursday, October 22, 2009, 2:38 AM

~Deprimental

Hello

Oh Karma.

Life,
T

Sunday, October 18, 2009, 11:40 PM

~Perpetual Motion Machine

It's a bit of a nostalgia, actually. It really is. I do enjoy helping people, but I don't know if I enjoy it that much. And here's the best part: I don't really get anything in return. Well, at least I usually don't. But you know, sometimes you just wish you get rewarded in some way.

I miss karma, you know that? I miss his antics, his humorous sarcasm. And him criticizing our failures. I miss him. Though it's a bit weird for a guy to miss a guy but...

I WANT TO PLAY WITH HIM AGAIN! :(

But screw what society says. I mean seriously, there is no guidebook for this. You make your own stories, you know. There's no point living someone else's story. But it's tough writing your own stories. I'm never a fan of fairy tales anyway. I'd prefer those kick ass 98 pages thesis on why the sun will rise again tomorrow. Of course, I'd prefer it if you condense it to just 1 paragraph, but hey, that's just me. So I shall just take a step forward, and leave a footprint behind. That's my story for you.

And the truth hurts, you know that. But you can't go through life without getting hurt. So I'd really appreciate it if you tell the truth more often. Don't mind hurting people for once. You're not some 6 year old who sees the word in sunshine and clouds. You do know how to get hurt, and how to hurt people. Sides, what doesn't kill you will make you stronger. So you're actually helping people become stronger.

But don't go overboard. Don't be the playground bully. Use the power of choice wisely.

Fudge crud. I'm giving some bad advice lately, aren't I? I wish we live in the 50s again. Life was so simple, you know, being Butcher Pete. He's hackin he's slashin he's just a dick.

Now shut up and eat your vegetables.

For Chaos,
The Inquisitor.

Saturday, October 17, 2009, 3:02 AM

~Vanilla

Hello.

I really think there's something wrong with security guards. I always have bad experiences with them.

First there was that rock throwing incident. Me and some friends were having BBQ at my place. Suddenly, while we're just sitting around and talking, some guy from up top suddenly starts throwing rocks. Rocks. Can you believe that? Throwing rocks at us from somewhere up high. That is just wrong. What if one of em hit us. A concussion would be the least of our worries. So when this security guard came up and we told our story, he just said, keep the noise down.

I was just filled with shock and disappointment. I mean, here we are, getting thrown at, and he just stands there idly, not doing a single thing about. I admit, we were making maybe a tad too much noise, but that does not justify someone to throw rocks down at us. And the fact that the security guard didn't do anything about it? Gosh.

Then after that incident, it made me think. Why does my condo hire old and dying security guards? Security guards who can't even think for themselves and do everything by the book? I mean, think about it. We hire security guards to secure and guard our property. If the security guard is not even capable in protecting himself, what makes anyone think that he can protect our property? It's stupid, it's useless, and I do not see the reasoning behind this. I think I'll actually feel more secure with them out of the way.

And today, another incident. Me, hm, jer, yx and simon were out at Orchard Central, finding a nice place to sit and play some good ol cards. We did find a nice place, a cozy little corner away from the crowd. We were playing half way, and I was just beginning to get comfortable, then this security guard comes and say we can't play cards. Why? "Because I said so." Dumbest. Fucktard. Ever. Like, we weren't even gambling, it was just cards. We were in a corner out of the way of everyone, and it was like 11pm, not like there were people there anyway. I don't see any reason why we shouldn't play cards there. He didn't say we couldn't loiter or sit there and chat. He specifically said cards.

What is with people and their perception of cards anyway. Playing cards has been here since the 9th century. It was a popular method to pass time, and it never had such a bad reputation. Nowadays, when people see cards, they quickly associate it with money and gambling. Just because cards are used in gambling, doesn't mean all card games are gambling games. That's just a illogical. And it's very sad to see people use this type of reasoning. Maybe we should all take some PHI1100 (Intro to Logic)...

Alright, I think I should stop complaining for a bit and write something that can actually be worth discussing.

As humans, we make decisions. Decisions are made through rational thinking, and a set of 'rules', 'rules' that we made ourselves through the lessons we have learnt throughout life. You know, "Bros before hos", "No man is an island" or, my personal favourite, "Curiosity killed the cat". All these little sayings, they all affect the decisions we make.

But some of these quotes, sayings or 'rules', you never really experience them before. Maybe you heard them from friends, movies, or the internet, but you never experience the lessons and hardship that contributes to their meaning. As such, you just accept them without considering their validity. This can be a very serious fallacy.

How did you know curiosity killed the cat. From my personal experience, curiosity never did kill the cat; it was stupidity. No man is an island? Tell that to the monks that spends decades isolated in the Himalayas. Bros before hos? Enjoy getting analed.

The point is, you can't use your little rules for everything in life. Each situation is different. It's all up to you to decide what to do, base on the circumstances of the situation. Use these sayings as a guide, but do not let it make the decisions for you.

Life,
T

Friday, October 16, 2009, 1:47 AM

~Remembrance

I remember the days when I used to worry about the coming O levels.

I remember the days when we study together at the library, and we'd draw lots to see where to eat dinner.

I remember the days where I'd wait 15mins for that 265 just to catch a glimpse of her.

I remember the days of eating McDonald's and looking out the window, wondering what things would be like in a year's time.

I remember the days when we'd surf for pornography and project it on the screen to let the whole class watch together.

I remember the day when you broke my mouse, prick.

I remember the day where I got chased by a dog.

I remember the day where I'd be so proud of myself for earning an eraser from you.

Yea, those days were great, but,

I look forward to the days where I can take her to the movies.

I look forward to the days where we'd all do shisha and laugh all night long.

I look forward to the days where I'd get so drunk I'd probably be put in jail for a day or something.

I look forward to the day when we'll see the setting sun together, and wake up to the rising sun.

I look forward to the day I earn my first million.

I look forward to the day where I'd hold my first child.

I look forward to the day when my children get married.

I look forward to the day I hold your hands in my deathbed.

You're right, the past was definitely better, but the best things lies in the future.

I probably have missed out some stuff, but, just remember: whether tomorrow is a better day all depends on your actions today.

Friday, October 9, 2009, 1:25 AM

~Mizts

Hello.

I do applaud if you're still following this blog, though it is very much dead and very much unredeemable. I shall try though, as much as possible, to drag its suffering for as long as possible.

So today was a thursday. We were all riled up for the results of our second econs test. Alas, Chitra disappointed us, making us wait and worry through the weekend, till monday, where we'll get back the results. And she even throw in our very first assignment. How admirable of her.

While normally Intro to Logic would follow econs on thursday, Burik was kind enough to give us a mid-term break, which means all logic classes are cancelled this week. This break was very much needed, especially after our killer logic paper. I'd never see a sentence as a sentence no more. Logic has permanently damaged our brains.

So without econs, I was bored, bored, bored. I wanted to go Kino to get the monthly PCGamer, along with other graphic novels. Hm, decided to wait up for Juliet since she wanted to go to the bookstore too. So I waited. From 1.30 to 6. In between was filled with flash games, napping, and cards. I swear, I love the student lounge more and more. It's the perfect place to just chill after class, whether it's playing cards, or just taking a (not so) short nap.

Somewhere in between, Bartles called, saying he wanted to hang with Poppish again. That means movie and Cineleisure. That's convenient for me, since I'll be going orchard for the books anyway. So a quick call to poppish and we confirmed the movie - 500 Days of Summer.

Now 500 Days of Summer was a special movie for me. I've been waiting for this movie to come out since I saw the trailer 3-4 months ago. One of my favourite actress (Zooey Deschanel) is in there, and its a rom com, one of my favourite genre. In other words, I was fucking thrilled to finally watch this movie, even though it was with 2 other dudes.

Ok, the movie was at 9.30, so we had plenty of time before that. After grabbing a couple of books (Jack of Fables #6 FUCK YEA!), me and Juliet met up with Bartles and Poppish for dinner. Japanese Pasta. How nice. No really, it was fucking awesome. The ingredients are so fresh (except for their Pocky sticks), and we shared quite a bit of laughter over the delicious food. Nothing like a great dinner with friends.

So Juliet left, since she wanted to go eat her mom's cooking. Choosing food over friends. Pfft! Shame on you! It's left with 3 guys and dessert. Fast forwarding the hilarity that ensured, we went to the movie theater, after Bartles wanted to go pee 3 times within half an hour. 500 Days of Summer.

Wow. All I can say is just how great the movie was. It was worth the wait. Definitely worth the wait. I think it has just became my favourite movie. Ever.

Well, we split after that. It was 11.30 and I had to chase the last train home. I manage to board it in time. I didn't manage to alight it in time. And it suck to miss the Yio Chu Kang platform, because the next station - Khatib, 8min ride away. That means its over an hour walk.

I arrived at Khatib, hoping there'd still be 855, a direct bus that drops me right in front of my house. Alas, 2339 was the last bus. I had the choice of cabbing or walking. Of course I chose walking. I love walking. So yea, without a map and a sense of direction, I embarked on my journey, at 12am in the night.

Walking was fun, especially at night. I've to admit, I was scared at some parts because it's all dark, dense vegetation, and sometimes I could see some lights among the leaves. It was freaky. But it was also... nice. It gave me time to think. Think about stuff I'd normally wouldn't have time to think about. And the smile on my face when I saw my house. Yea, walking was fun.

So here it is, another (not so) typical day of my now college life. School work, cards, poker, beer and other whatnots fills up the remaining days. Though the days have been great, sometimes I still miss my secondary school life. Sometimes.

Tokidoki.

To Life,
Tommy