Guess who's fucking back.

A pubescent, FHM flipping, chubby ass 12 year old who was waiting for his PSLE results started this blog on a Windows 98 computer that ran on those phone lines for Internet connection.

There was still secondary school, JC, Army, Uni and a whole lot of shit for that clown to go through.

Now, a 27 year old bill paying, ass slogging, dead man walking working adult is typing these words.

Where the fuck did these 15 years go to?

Eight months since the last post. Currently unemployed. Currently earning cash on the side. Currently enjoying life. Feel a bit guilty on the last part because people around me are all stressing out looking for a job, or have already secured a job. But damn if I love waking up and having nothing to do. Sometimes I think I wasn't meant to be born in fast as fuck paced Singapore. Think I was born to be on a farm, or a coastal town where I can do nothing but fish all day. But we're faced with the dice that's been rolled for us, so sian like dick.

Maybe by the time I post again I'll be employed and being sian like fk. 

I can't get these memories out of my mind.

Some kind of madness is swallowing me whole

Wah October liao nbcbccb. Final year has well and truly landed us in a shitstorm of FYP and futile worrying about our futures ie. next year. FYP sibei sian LEH so many things to think about until brain spoil. 

Then after that still need to think about job knn. If only my weekend part-time job dabbling in Singapore Pools is paying me dividends. But too bad never. 

To be sick, or to suffer is inevitable. But to become bitter and vindictive in sickness and suffering, and to surrender to irrationality, supposing yourself the innocent and virtuous victim of the evil intentions of the world, is not inevitable. The appropriate answer to the question, Why me? is the other question, Why not me?

My past haunts, my present impedes, my future scares

The futility of worry

"Supposing a tree fell down, Pooh, when we were underneath it?"

"Supposing it didn't," said Pooh after careful thought.

Piglet was comforted by this.

- Winnie the Pooh