I seem to have a running commentary in my head all the time while alone. Maybe that's the reason why I seldom blog.
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Demori is feeling tipsy. Whee!
In unrelated news, I don't agree to the taste of Dewar's 12.
In yet more unrelated news, alcohol is supposed to kill germs right? So why are my teeth hurting right after I drank some?
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Malaysia is rural, dangerous and very relaxing for someone who has no responsibilities besides waking up, eating meals and bathing. You heard it here first.
While walking to the interchange from school for the first time, after tackling a class of restless, energetic 10-year-old kids, I found myself mildly lost. Looking around, I spotted a young Filipino lady walking towards my direction and thought to sought her help in navigating these foreign territories. With that in mind, I approached her and put a hand out to get her attention.
For some reason, however, her first reaction upon spotting me was to shrink back visibly, a faint look of alarm in her eyes. And I froze. Was she afraid? Did she have bad experiences with strangers stopping her in the middle of the day? Was she distrustful of strange guys? I wanted to find ways to reassure her, to tell her that not everyone had intentions to harm, that strangers are generally good people. Anything to remove the apprehension in her eyes.
Then I remembered the stories. Stories of strangers bringing harm to other strangers for minimal gains. Stories of what people can do to each other with very little provocation. The reasons why women carried Mace in their purses. And I put on my most reassuring smile and asked gently:
"Excuse me, may I know which way should I go to get to Bedok MRT station?"
Walking to the interchange from school, I walked past a petite 30-something year old lady rolling on serenely in a wheelchair. As I looked downwards at her, she peered up from under her hat and gave me the most pleasant smile I've ever seen from a passer-by. As fit and healthy office workers older and younger than her walk past hurried and frowning, eyebrows furrowed in contemplation, not seeing the people beside them.
So, my computer tower casing has a lousy layout, causing my graphics card to overheat due to the fact that it's heat sinks and fans are touching/blowing directly onto the bottom of the casing (ie: totally useless). The suggestion given by the repairman, short of changing the entire casing, was to do this.
Look at my Horse, my horse is amazing Give it a lick, *mmm* it tastes just like raisins Have a stroke of it's mane, it turns into a plane Then it turns like a game and you tug on it's winkie Oooohh, that's dirty! No your things are! Well I better not show you where the lemonade is made Sweet Lemonade, *Mmm* Sweet lemonade Sweet Lemonade, Yeah sweet lemonade
Get on my horse, I take you around the universe and all the other places too I think you find that the universe pretty much covers everything Shut up woman, get on my horse!
Help I can't stop listening to this... And the worst thing? It's techno/trance/one of those I'm not sure what genre it is!
In Singapore, where Scorpions are eaten most often, the bugs are usually fried and then skewered. Some eateries, however, will serve them on a chunk of battered white fish, tempura-style. -from Mental Floss.
Somehow, I managed to delete my entire collection of Muse (the songs they sang while they were still indie and underground, ya'know) without even knowing how. Thinking back, I don't even remember how I got their songs in the first place.
That is kinda scary.
In unrelated news... Muse's version of Feeling Good actually sounds good. Seewhatididthere?
Jonathan
16121986
Canada
Ai Tong
CHS
SP Multimedia
The Organisation - The Enemy
The Company
SCGS Primary
Ang Mo Kio Sec School Singapore Singapore
currently ;
Work T.T
High Society
Sirenia
Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann
American Gods
As The Crow Flies
Glikk
Facebook Games
WOW!
Phone???
Money! Lots of Money!!
Uni? Life?