I was praying on Sunday night

What should I write my thesis on?

When should I go to India?

Must I get married?


I was quite shocked at my last question to God. That had never had been the question before. It's always been...

When will I get married? Or why must I wait? Or what if I never marry?


I've changed.


I don't believe in romantic love anymore.

I once had such faith in it.

But it's a false god.


I think I'm done blogging for a while.

How?

How does Hello Kitty...

...eat her vegetables?

Zoolander

It was one of the worst movies I've seen.

An absolute assault on the intelligence.



How long can you make fun of bimbotic male models' stupidity before the whole story falls apart due to a lack of logic?


But I'm not here to talk about the movie.

I'm here to talk about the reactions to the dumbest movie I had to watch.

It was banned in Singapore and Malaysia.

In Malaysia, this is what Wikipedia says,

In this comedy film, the title character Derek Zoolander visits Malaysia which is shown as impoverished and dependent on sweatshops. For this reason, Malaysia's censorship board deemed it "definitely unsuitable"

It's interesting. This makes sense why Malaysia would ban it... but why would Singapore?

Maybe it's cuz they portrayed Malaysia as a country of Chinese.

The prime minister of Malaysia was an old Chinese man.


Or maybe it's cuz the movie dealt with the issue of an assassination plot on the prime minister of Malaysia.


We'll never be sure. Though i think it should be banned for sanity's sake, if not for its potential to cause civil unrest.

Maybe I should have bought this badge.

This is probably true

Times have changed

So I walked in to Toys'r'us as my exams drew to a close.

I like to see how toys develop over the years. 

It reflects very much the world that kids grow up in.

The first thing that hit me is how similar the toys now are to the toys of yester-year.

But they have changed ever so slightly...

The new Nerf Vortex range shoots twice the distance of the previous Nerf dart guns. The latest range is transparent green, allowing you to see the inner workings of the firing mechanism. It looks cooler, because it seems more high-tech.

Technological advancement seems to be an ideal kids are taught through the toys they are given. In my time, we had floating boats to play with. Now even the fish have gotten high tech. In fact almost all the toys I took pictures of require batteries to function.

The darts fly further and the cars run faster... by relative scale at least. These little cars pack a punch, but of course like all high tech toys, they need a charger and batteries to bring them up to speed.

I guess toys like Tamaya cars in my day had a limit to the size of the track we could buy as kids. Those things were huge! So to cope with the demands of toys getting bigger and better and faster and more technologically advanced but still fit in a tiny flat Singaporeans live in, toy makers scaled down the toys. Now they can put in more loops than ever and make the same track seem more awesome while saving on material costs.

Evidence that bigger is better. The next generation doesn't play war with guns and rifles that make clicking noises when the trigger is pulled. They fight their imaginary battles with rocket launchers activating explosive effect sounds. 

I wonder what my childhood fantasies would have been like if i were to have fought my nightmare monsters with this bazooka rather than my bow and arrow. Probably much less scary... which meant I would have been much less brave.

Inflation!

From a board game to a card game, Monopoly is evolving to set the winning criteria higher and higher. Well at least kids will learn the importance of earning their first million before anyone else.

In my time, air guitar was played with air and the distortion was from my mouth.

Now they give you a pick that allows you to make sounds out of your "air guitar" without using your mouth. You'd probably never learn to imagine the whole thing on your own if you grew up now.

I'm beginning to think that at this rate, children are going to be conditioned to be creative only in the presence of batteries and power. No technology, no imagination.

Alright this is just pushing the boundaries. When i was young, spy gear was a periscope and a telescope pen. And maybe invisible ink. Now you have a real working night vision pair of goggles that costs a hundred and eighty nine Singapore bucks. This is incredible technology. But who would buy this for their kid?

Maybe this toy exists for richer kids to remind poorer kids that they are poor.

This got me excited. A remote controlled helicopter that fires disks. This is what dreams are made of. When i was younger we could not afford toy helicopters. Technology was not of a level that made toy helicopters affordable. But now... it is possible, and this toy, I think is so cool.

By the way, the helicopter is remote controlled, but the robotic surface-to-air missile dart launcher automatically tracks your helicopter and aims to shoot it down before you can use your disks to disable it by firing at its satellite dish. 

Words cannot describe the awesomeness of this toy. 

Man VS Machine. 

Technology is good, but it must also be reigned in. So use technology to fight technology!!!

This is where I draw the line.

This is a remote controlled helicopter with an adjustable camera that records using a micro SD card.

For goodness sake, this is not a toy.

Anyone with this box can be assumed to be up to no good.

Seriously.

But why are we selling it? 

After my walk through Toys'r'us, I realised how important technology is to our society. And we're getting our kids familiarised with it from young. Which is fine.

But irresponsible use of technology has serious implications, and I really think we should be careful with the kind of power we are entrusting to those without the responsibility or integrity to use it wisely.

PS: Sorry I didn't go to the girls' section. I'm not that sure what girls toys used to be like, but I'll take a look next time.

Sorry

I'm sorry I keep spamming post about what kind of girl I think I like ever so often.

I've been trying to figure myself out.

Still, no description thus far has been able to hit the nail on the head.


But i will try again. Sorry for spamming.

Want to know what I look for in a woman?

One word - Courage.

I'm looking for a woman of courage.

I don't care so much about her shape and size.
If she's a woman of courage, I'm turned on.


I'm looking for a woman with the courage to face her fears. I'm not looking for someone fearless, but someone who is willing to face her fears for the sake of the gospel rather than run from them in avoidance.


I like a woman who has the courage to try new things. One who is open to experience and has a passion for adventure, both abroad and locally. I like a woman who doesn't squirm at the first sign of mud and dirt. I like a woman who dares to break social norms when the time comes to show love to those the world overlooks.


I seek a woman with the courage to do what is right. A woman who is willing to do what is right in God's eyes at the cost of her money and time, her recognition and pride, her heart breaking and her image being tarnished, is a woman who has my absolute respect.


I desire a woman who has the courage to be alone. I need someone who is independent. Someone who does not need me to be complete. Someone who can hold the fort on her own when need be.


I love a woman with the courage to be submissive. Not one who follows blindly because society tells her to do so, but one who is aware of her feminine power, aware of the social construction of gender norms, but still chooses to submit to God and man for the sake of Christ's kingdom. I need a woman who can see my blind spots and have the courage to challenge me to be right before God and man, and I would greatly hope she could do that submissively.



I want a woman of courage, because i think that is the one thing lacking in the world now.


Most people know what is right and wrong.

But few people have the courage to take the difficult choice, even if it is right.


"But as for me and my household, we will serve the Lord."

When rock died...

Scissors and paper celebrated.

Everything went well till scissors gave paper a high-five.

Hadouken

If wrestling is choreographed...

Why not take it a step further?

Let's bring in some impossible special moves:

Yeah.

This is what I'm talking about.

I think it'll actually be really fun to watch.

Did you know?

In UK they don't sell whitening cream.


They do have stuff for getting darker though.

The whole industry is built on insecurities.

Do read this book

Dream.

I almost cried.

One year ago today

* Disclaimer: This post deals with the issue of death. *

I was walking through Lim Chu Kang cemetery alone on a cloudy afternoon.

(I don't often do this, just so you know.)

Sometimes I need to get away from people to clear my mind. 

I'd usually go for a late night roller-blade down Punggol Waterway. There are few people after sundown anyway.

Sometimes I feel I need to go even further to get away from things. 

That's when I'd go and spend a day at the Chinese Gardens.

But there are some times that I really need to get as far away from civilization as I possibly can. These are the times I am questioning the very core of my existence, and need to sort these issues out before no one but God.

It is times like this that I go to the cemetery at Lim Chu Kang.

I arrived at a lonely flower shop under a make-shift tent and purchase a small bouquet of flowers. I wasn't sure which grave I would leave it on, but I was sure I'll know when I see it.

I walked past row after row of graves as I climbed a small hill.

"Gone, But Not Forgotten"

This line was written on so many graves. It was a nice line.

When all is stripped away, when life is reduced to a single line on your tombstone, what really matters?

Yeah... we think about life more when we see death.

It was beginning to rain, and the rain got stronger and stronger.

Lightning flashed and I was a little concerned because I was on a hill and all around me was flat ground.

I put away my umbrella and headed for the relative safety of lower ground.

It was very different walking through this cemetery in the day.

The first time I had done it was at night; It was strangely peaceful then, walking between rows of crosses. I guess it would have been scary if I was here looking for ghosts. But I was here looking for God, and there was nothing but peace; Even when I saw the dark figure standing by the road in front of me that turned out to be an out of place bush.

Now I could see everything from far. And I could also see everything around me clearly.

And that was when I noticed a white fragment on the grass by the road.

I walked towards it and could not believe what i saw.

I also could not believe that I did not feel anything initially.

It was a human jawbone. 

Well... half of it.

I stood there at the side of the road just staring at it. 

Slowly, feelings began to well up in me.

It's not the kind of happy or sad feelings you get when you watch a movie.

This was the kind of feeling you get when you see the outcome of someone's entire life reduced to dust and bone.

No grave, no name, nothing.

It's overwhelming.

"Forgotten, But Not Gone"

There in the rain and on my knees I mourned.

I mourned for whoever this person once was.

And i was confronted with the hard truth.

Our graves, our final resting places... they are but metaphors.

"Rest in peace" is just a nice way for us to think of death.

When we die, it's not that we rest in a grave.

We're gone.

What then remains of the work of our hands? What have we achieved in this life that endures after we pass on?

Little. Close to nothing.

What then is the meaning in life?

I guess that's when I began to see things in the eternal perspective. 

Because anything we do that is of eternal significance is meaningful.

And the Kingdom of God is eternal. So anything I do with my life that furthers this kingdom is meaningful to me in terms of my existence, and is also significant in the eternal perspective. I have made a mark and my life was not in vain.

This dead person made his or her mark on me. 

If this moment inspires me to do great things for the kingdom of God in future, then this very moment was of eternal significance, and this person's death and bones being left behind were for a greater purpose than anyone could have ever imagined. 

I hope and pray that every part of my life can be used for matters of eternal significance.

I lay my bouquet of flowers down by the jawbone and paid my last respects. 

I got up, took a final bow, and left.

As I walked out of the cemetery, I hoped and prayed even as all the distractions got back into my life, that I would never lose sight of the eternal perspective.



It's been a year since that day.


It's been a meaningful year.

I've not watched TV in a while

I've not listened to love songs in a while.


I've stopped listening to the people with the louder voices telling me how to live.

I've started listening to the silent and voiceless.

The voice of the average overlooked person as well as the gentle whisper of God's word.


And for the first time in my life...

I found I'm happy with my weight

I'm happy with how my body looks


And I'm happy... to be single.

Woah

Soon.

Fear

During group bible study at the houses of one of my Sunday school boys, there was suddenly a woman's laughter from the bedroom. 2 of my boys were startled, while the rest figured it was just our host on the phone.

One of my boys who was startled said the woman's laughter freaked him out.


He was the same boy who like to watch horror movies and asked me if I didn't watch horror movies because I was scared.

Come to think of it, I don't watch horror movies because I am not scared.

And I don't want to train myself to be afraid.

My new hero

0:59 made my jaw drop.

Imagine going to a parallel universe.

You find yourself. But it is not you.

And you find someone who does not look like you... but is you.


That's exactly how I feel now.

(Not the going to a parallel universe and finding my lookalike part.)


But the thing is... that person doesn't realise it's me.

I'm up this late

Because I feel guilty that I've not completed my work.


I'm not actually staying up to do my work.

I'm just trying to cope with the guilt.


It's almost as though I can't work till the last minute.

I'm disappointed

After all that, they still haven't found a scale big enough to encompass my ego.

My Monthly Hint Fiction

Johnny didn't realise how loose the cap was before he started shaking the bottle.

The Last Ninja

A 63-year-old engineer: Japan's 'Last Ninja' by afpenglish

Kawakami is studying ninja history at Mie University in Tsu, and doesn’t plan to take on an apprentice who will become the 22nd head of his clan.

"Ninjas just don't fit in the modern day," he said.


So... there will be no more ninjas.

That's what he wants you to think...

Hint Fiction

A complete story told in 25 words or less.

I like these kinds of stories.

I think I'll start posting my own attempts at Hint Fiction on the first Wednesday of every month from now. It ties in nicely with my word-themed Wednesday posts.

I looked into the mirror today

It was just after fencing in the school changing room.

I had taken off my shirt and I looked at myself in the big mirror on the wall.

I took a deep breath and for the first time in my life...


I felt satisfied with how my body looks.


I had put on a little bit of weight this semester.

Not as much as I had wanted, but it was okay.

I was happy with the way I looked.


Around me were guys with really nice bodies, tone from much training in all sorts of physical activities. I had none of their chiseled frames or tanned skin or steel abs.

But I was contented.

And that felt rather liberating.

It's not her voice...

It's her.


A little bit Fluttershy, a little bit Luna Lovegood, and a little bit Brave.

I'm not a fan of her voice.

I'm a fan of her.

My frail heart burst smilingly

I'm struggling to blog now

Sorry I've not been writing much. It isn't just cuz school is busy. There was a lot I've wanted to blog about.

But I've been struggling because I'm finding blogging so... narcissistic.

It started when I tried vlogging. I just could not stand the sight of my face promoting myself. I never liked seeing myself in videos in the first place.

There are quite a few vloggers out there who make me feel so uncomfortable when I don't find their jokes funny. But they still keep making videos. They contort their face and try to make us laugh and it's just awkward. I don't want to be like that.

Then I realised blogging is not much better.

Here was a blog with my name on it. And my face was at the side previously.
And my personal flag. Like seriously. And I am talking about my feelings and my views.

Really, who cares?

It seems the hundreds of hits I get on the blog are google searches that lead to my essays on Batman, Pokémon and Social Class. But I still put out my heart here in a painfully self centred way.

I resorted to just reblog pictures and videos a lot more. It's better this way till I figure out this one question.

Is it possible to say what I feel without coming across as painfully self-absorbed?

Singa-Ball

For catching the wild Pokémon we find on our sunny island.

One of My First Attempts at Hint Fiction:

In the train sitting between two girls. 

Both texting and smiling to themselves. 

I notice the recipient's name on both their phones is the same.

I hate to tell you this...

But the ancient text of almost sacred value...

Is gone.

Idol

We went through this at church.

What is an idol?


Anything I put before my God

Anything I want with all my heart

Anything can't stop thinking of

Anything that I give all my love

Is an idol.


What is my idol?

It was so difficult to say.

But I knew it and I knew most everyone else knew it.


My idol is my search for a wife.

And nothing hurts me more than to let go of that.


If I don't let go, I'll get what I want.

But I'll not be satisfied.

The funniest video I've seen in my life:

Nuff said.

Written on my phone on the way home:

So I was about to sit down at the LRT station next to this lady who was leaning on one hand even though she was sitting down. I didn't think it was weird that she was leaning a little towards the position I wanted to sit at.

That was till I sat down and realised why she was leaning to one side. It sounded like cloth being ripped slowly. It was a slow and nasty fart.

I had just sat down. She had just broke wind. I held my breath as I desperately tried to think of what I should do.

The more I thought, the more I realised I was trapped. I could no longer get up just after I sat down because it would embarrass her. I held on to my breath desperately hoping the LRT would arrive and I had an excuse to stand. But it didn't. And my lungs were burning. I had to do the unthinkable.

Slowly, I took a shallow breath. I needed the air, but the tiny bit I inhaled contained a rancid smell. The air was still and the air around me was stale. I took a second breath, slightly deeper, and nausea started to overcome me.

By the third time I took a breath, I was ready to be called home away from this cruel earth. I knew I could take no more, so I got up and walled to the opposite side of the platform, hoping that the LRT would arrive and no one would find the only person walking across the station weird.

The announcement came on that the LRT was arriving. I was relieved. Till I realised it was the LRT on the side of the platform I had moved away from that was arriving.

Double Barrelled Question

Is that guy or girl my best friend?

To press or not to press?

Stitch

Possibly the best amateur music video I've seen.

I wasn't there when God created the heavens and the earth...

But I'm sure it was such an epic sight.




I'm actually quite glad I wasn't there.

A Bad Day

It's so sad it's funny.


via Threadless

I'm going to be really honest here

I don't really know what romantic love is.

In fact... I still don't really believe in romantic love.


I don't think it is that important.

I know what love is. Putting someone before myself. That's sacrificial love.


But what is romantic love and is it really essential to a relationship?


Arranged marriages didn't start with romantic love.

You jump in at the deep end and you play your part in the relationship. If both sides do their part, it works as a family unit.

So is romantic love essential to the success of a relationship?


I'm not saying I don't believe in romance- I do. More than most, I would like to think; I studied the ways of romance and learnt more than a thing or two on how to impress a girl.

But after the songs are sung and the piano is played and the last dance is over and the poems are read and the flowers are given and the presents are unwrapped and the letters that make the heart skip a beat are signed off...


Why do I still feel a vast sense of emptiness when I pursue romantic love?

Cannot be unseen

I'm studying Abnormal Psychology now.

It's been a while since I touched psychology.

And I'm shocked.


The textbook... is so subtly racist.


I don't know why I didn't realise this earlier.

Maybe back then I was not thinking like a sociologist.


For example.

To make themselves seem more multi-cultural, the authors of the textbook include pictures of people from all sorts of races.

This is a good thing.

But which races do you think end up portraying the negative examples?

Not the whites of course.

This picture above is nice. Racial minorities in America enjoying a meal together. They are smiling and laughing together. It looks so positive.

If not for the subtext that points to this picture as an example of substance use.

Are you kidding me? This is the best shot you got for the chapter on alcoholism?

Even when whites are used to highlight things like aging, it is done in a way that makes it seem like it is not that much a bad thing. The subtext makes all the difference.

"Studying people as part of a group sometimes masks individual differences."

I wonder what individual differences they are talking about. I'm pretty sure it's not an issue of height or gender, so... what could it possibly be?


And of course most obviously... Which race do you think the therapist will be in the book?

This worries me greatly.

Most of our psychology knowledge comes from America, and if it's so inherently racist, I'm worried about how students of psychology will see the world.

We're not students of psychology... We're students of American Psychology.

Easy listening

Jake Shimabukuro on the Ukelele.

To Land On Mars

Oh the engineering marvels of the 21st Century.

This is an incredible video about an incredible mission.

(And the soundtrack sounds like a cross between Inception and Transformers.)


All that effort.

Just for a chance to explore the red planet a little more.

Actually if they were looking for water could have found it in Singapore.

Okay maybe not in Singapore.

Zombies and Sociology

Doing a Google search on zombies let me find a lot on the topic.

Feminist Perspective

Tumblr Perspective

Science Major's Perspective

Here's my perspective:

Life at college got a lot more difficult for the students of Sociology after the second zombie outbreak.

Other than the regular evacuation and response drills that took up curriculum time, future sociologists also had to contend with the increasingly authoritarian nature of the school governing body while they studied about fascist states.

It was during the third evacuation drill in a single week that the students of Sociology started hypothesizing that the zombie outbreak could have been a moral panic that was engineered by the state to have an excuse to assert their authority. Such ideas of course did not please those in power, and when the rumours did reach their ears, the university nearly lost a department.

(Feel free to carry on the story...)

My sister was right

Mid-terms are over!!!

The highlights of a roller blading trip are the falls.

It's like life.

If everything was smooth sailing, where would the stories come from?

Quiet Time

I was outside the Chinese Gardens.

I was sitting by the lake.

I was journaling.

Behind me was a vast field. Really wide.

There was literally nothing behind me for a long way.

Yet twice I was creeped up on by different people who just appeared behind me rather suddenly. I only turned around when they were near enough for the rustling of the grass to alert me of their presence, which was quite close. I had no clue where they were coming from. There was nothing on my left and right either for quite a distance.


But what I wanted to blog about today was not what went on behind me.

Let me tell you a story of what unfolded before me instead...



Random girl in a Temesek shirt walked by with her dog on a leash.

She was in slippers, using her phone, and strolling along.

The dog was trailing behind and stopped in front of me.

It sat down and refused to budge.

She stood there and continued using her phone.

And so the waiting game began.

Here I was sitting alone and minding my own business.

It was a long stretch of at least 200 meters with only one set of benches.

The dog had chosen to stop right here in front of me.

And I could not ignore the scene unfolding.


He was not going to go any further.

She was not moving till he was ready to go.

I felt the tension building in every passing moment.

It was like watching waiting for Godot on mute.


The silence was deafening.

Both of them were not giving in.

And after more than 5 minutes... the tension proved too much.


"Does he need some water or something?" I shouted to her.

"No," she replied, "he's just lazy."


The standoff continued.


I noticed that the dog she was walking had one blue eye and one black eye.

I wondered who was the one walking who.

Finally, something did give.


She walked back to the dog, picked it up, and walked on.

This singer...

Will shock you.

Reminds me of my dad

He likes me to scratch his head.

What if Pokémon were more... real?

I had always wondered what a Pokémon feels inside a Pokéball.

Does time past? What does a Pokémon remember of its time in a Pokéball.

Then I took a module on Einstein's relativity and I found an explination that helps it all make sense: Pokéballs work by particle acceleration up to the speed of light (which turns the Pokémon into what seems like a red beam of light).

Under this hypothesis, when the Pokémon is speed up to the speed of light, would feel nothing. In fact, it won't feel anything between capture and being sent out because the time would be quite insignificant as relativistic notions come into play. Time would thus pass very quickly outside the Pokéball from the Pokémon's perspective.

So you can keep an injured Pokémon alive by getting it into the Pokéball.

Okay anyway, if this was true, can you imagine what Pokémon would look like in real life?

Some people did...

This Squirtle looks legit.

Ho-oh is incredible!!!

I never want to see this Beedrill in real life!!!

It looked cool in the cartoon, but how did Ash ride this Rapidash?

YEAHHHH!!!!!

Okay those were the good ones. How about the ones that didn't look too good?

Geodude reminds me of Voldemort.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.

The most powerful Pokémon don't look all that powerful.

I miss Pokémon! Okay maybe more like I miss the idea of it.

Dear people of my generation,

Can we all just agree to not judge each other by our kids in future?

Thanks

(I'm not saying this against the current generation of parents. I'm just really worried about my kids.)

I know most of you don't know much about Punggol...

I don't blame you.

This was taken at the LRT station closest to my house.

Turning Tables

This video looked funny when I first watched it.

Then I realised it plays into the notions of white-superiority.


In Korea, Psy is the biggest star of today.

Top girl-bands are merely his backup dancers.

But going over to America, he is but a back-up act to spice up an interview of a washed up star.


Psy was not given an interview even though he was bigger than Britney.

In fact, he had to interrupt Ellen to even be allowed to introduce himself.


-

Afterword: I wrote this a while back and queued it. Ellen just had him on her show putting up the performance properly. That's more like it.

Gangnam Style

Not that I understand Korean...



But if I had to judge this most random video by it's visuals alone...


I would say it's good to be a male k-pop star.

While the female stars need to go for gym and training and plastic surgery and dance classes and diets and what not just to look worthy enough to sing, all a guy needs to do is wear shades.

-O-O-

My friend was wondering if we could make use of the k wave to connect with youths in church.

I said it's difficult because inherent to K-Pop is the objectification of women.

If you remove the sexy girls from K-Pop, it's not K-Pop.

Sociological Nightmare

Most of our nightmares are psychological.

By that I mean our fears are manifested in the form of monsters or people trying to harm or kill us in our dreams.


But the most interesting nightmare I've heard of went beyond that. A friend of mine had a dream of a collective social fear, rather than a personal psychological anxiety. She was not even a student of Sociology when she had this nightmare.

She dreamt that Singapore's population had hit 8 million.

Less than a month after national day...

And this was the view from my window:

It's depressing.

The total number of people who put up the flag is 5.

The total number of people who put up the flag correctly is 4.

The total number of national flag streamers originally hung from the roof was 3.

The total number of national flag streamers still hanging from the roof was 1.


And that one streamer had gotten tangled up with the tree downstairs.

I really wanted to do something about it, but there were legal implications if I did something to a symbol of the state, even if my intentions are good. Alas, my hands are tied and I cannot restore the flag of our fathers to its glory.

See? Punggol people do care.

Woah

Showoff.

But still... Woah.

The dumbest thing I did this week...

Was to listen to two of Taylor Swift's albums on Tuesday night.

It affected me for the rest of the week.


I'm inherently allergic to love songs.

This is what epic is made of

When it all comes to this

When you know it is the end

How will you spend your last moments?

On Saturday, I wrote my 2000th Evernote.

I typed it, saved it, and watched my account hang and note-count reset to 0.

My heart stopped for a moment.


2000 notes worth of ideas just disappeared like that.

That's 2 and a half years of brainwork saved somewhere I've never seen before.


Maybe I have too much trust in technology.

But I still thought it better to have it saved somewhere else.

See even if I change computer, I'll still be able to access it online.


Anyhow, the notes reappeared after the next reload.

Phew.

Congratulate me for breaking the 2000 note barrier!

Yay!

And can someone help mark this occasion by buying me Batman?

I'm serious. (I'm just looking for any excuse to buy it.)

I actually really want this figure of Batman.

But I know it's expensive to buy on it's own, so I don't mind the keychain.

I want the Batman with blue cape and cowl, and the yellow logo on his chest.

$7.90, available at any Lego shop.


If you want to buy this for me, leave a comment below.

You are allowed to leave the comment anonymously, but do still comment if you're getting it for me so no one else does.

Question:

You are late for your friend's birthday party.

You didn't bring a present.

Do you go and buy a present or turn up empty handed?

I'm almost certain

That my lecturers arranged to make all the deadlines coincide this semester.

My left shoulder is starting to ache

It's quite bad actually.

Not a strain kind of pain, but a constant uncomfortable feeling.

The muscles don't have the sore feeling, but the joint feels funny.


It could have been because I used weights that were too heavy.

My right arm could take a lot of weight after being trained during fencing, but my unused left arm could not.


I might wear a sling to school today.

It was the day that all the women died

when the men realised they had

no one left to oppress but themselves.

I love how you compliment my eyes...

...as you clean up the vomit stains on the bathroom floor left from my bout of food poisoning.

Dinosaurs are the new Aliens.

Kimberly

"I think psychological things really drive me nuts."

I'm taking a module on Abnormal Psychology

Claire

Last Saturday, I met my cousin's daughter for the first time.

I thought that makes her my niece. Apparently not.

Technically, she's my cousin once removed.

It was the celebration of her first month.

She was the smallest baby I'd ever seen.

Her hands were softer than anything I've ever held.

She slept almost all through the party.

And I... got to carry her.

Something changed in me as I carried her for the first time.

There she was, fragile and delicate, yet trusting enough to sleep in my arms.

I think at that moment I began to understand a tiny bit of what it meant to be a father; There is nothing a good father would not be willing to do for the good of his child.