Thursday, April 12, 2012
The Return
Back to this place, eh?
Well, why not?
I don't know in what capacity, though, let me figure that out first.
Sunday, April 01, 2012
Temptation
Oh, geez.
Oh, geez, oh crapola.
Seriously, Google, you're tempting me so hard to come back full-time to this place.
The new Blogger Dashboard...it's BEAUTIFUL!
Friday, July 08, 2011
Blogger go bye bye?
Ok, so Blogger itself won't go away, merely re-branded. Still, I can't help but think it's the end of an era. I was thinking, perhaps I should use this place again. We'll see. In the meantime, I don't know when Blogger will become Google Blogs, but...thank you Blogger. You served me well for 3 years. Complimented Friendster and MySpace well. SALUTE!
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
It's time
TL;DR personal post. It’ll be nice if you’d still read it. :)
6 years ago, I was an utter wreck. I was at rock bottom. I didn’t even need to touch drugs and alcohol to get there, my mind did fine to mess with me all by itself.
Kicked out of school because I couldn’t be bothered anymore. I didn’t even fight it, I just sat there and…let the inevitable failure happened.
It was the worst I’ve ever felt. Because I felt nothing.
I got the letter saying I was out of poly. Felt nothing.
My mom and dad went apocalyptic when they found out. I felt nothing.
They made me swear never to tell anyone that I flunked out, not even my sister. Meh. I agreed. Felt nothing
(She still doesn’t know)
A full year went by, as I either sat at home, getting fat, or did some odd jobs, getting money for a future I was certain wasn’t happening.
You may roll your eyes at this, but it took my friend dragging me to a friggin beach party to actually make me feel SOMETHING.
Seeing all those happy, party people. Dancing like they just don’t care.
Well, I didn’t care. I just didn’t feel like dancing.
I thought that. Then, I realised.
What the FUCK was wrong with me?
So, after what I considered the turning point of my life in ZoukOut 2005 (an event I have never skipped since), I picked myself up, gritted my teeth through 2 years of compulsory National Service, worked to get some cash under my belt for one more year, before I had enough to get myself back in school.
Cue MDIS. The only school which didn’t take me down.
Rumours are, they’d take anyone.
I didn’t care. They had a stellar record anyway, and at that point I’d take anything.
That was two years ago. I now have a Diploma which I should have had 5 years ago, and an added Advanced Diploma to boot.
And now? March 22nd 2011. I took me a while to sink in, but it finally is: I’m about to undertake something me and my parents never thought I had a chance at: a Bachelor’s Degree.
-cue dramatic drums-
The next 18 months will be my most crucial. Conquer them, and the world WILL be my oyster. Or at least the Radio industry in Singapore. And maybe even the world of Trance Music.
There’s still the cash I need to fly to Oklahoma City to do my lessons there (and roam around the States and meet certain people from Tumblr), but that’ll be in a year from now.
In any case, if you’ve read this far, thank you for reading. Wish me luck, please.
Carpe Diem.
6 years ago, I was an utter wreck. I was at rock bottom. I didn’t even need to touch drugs and alcohol to get there, my mind did fine to mess with me all by itself.
Kicked out of school because I couldn’t be bothered anymore. I didn’t even fight it, I just sat there and…let the inevitable failure happened.
It was the worst I’ve ever felt. Because I felt nothing.
I got the letter saying I was out of poly. Felt nothing.
My mom and dad went apocalyptic when they found out. I felt nothing.
They made me swear never to tell anyone that I flunked out, not even my sister. Meh. I agreed. Felt nothing
(She still doesn’t know)
A full year went by, as I either sat at home, getting fat, or did some odd jobs, getting money for a future I was certain wasn’t happening.
You may roll your eyes at this, but it took my friend dragging me to a friggin beach party to actually make me feel SOMETHING.
Seeing all those happy, party people. Dancing like they just don’t care.
Well, I didn’t care. I just didn’t feel like dancing.
I thought that. Then, I realised.
What the FUCK was wrong with me?
So, after what I considered the turning point of my life in ZoukOut 2005 (an event I have never skipped since), I picked myself up, gritted my teeth through 2 years of compulsory National Service, worked to get some cash under my belt for one more year, before I had enough to get myself back in school.
Cue MDIS. The only school which didn’t take me down.
Rumours are, they’d take anyone.
I didn’t care. They had a stellar record anyway, and at that point I’d take anything.
That was two years ago. I now have a Diploma which I should have had 5 years ago, and an added Advanced Diploma to boot.
And now? March 22nd 2011. I took me a while to sink in, but it finally is: I’m about to undertake something me and my parents never thought I had a chance at: a Bachelor’s Degree.
-cue dramatic drums-
The next 18 months will be my most crucial. Conquer them, and the world WILL be my oyster. Or at least the Radio industry in Singapore. And maybe even the world of Trance Music.
There’s still the cash I need to fly to Oklahoma City to do my lessons there (and roam around the States and meet certain people from Tumblr), but that’ll be in a year from now.
In any case, if you’ve read this far, thank you for reading. Wish me luck, please.
Carpe Diem.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Attention! Attention!
I accidentally stumbled across some spoilers for the Harry Potter book. They look really legitimate. As in, pictures of the book itself. Anyway, I read a bit of the plot synopsis. A bit, but enough to see who dies. And the last word being "well".
If you don't want to spoil yourselves out of a good treat this Saturday, BE CAREFUL while surfing the net. That's all I'll say.
If you don't want to spoil yourselves out of a good treat this Saturday, BE CAREFUL while surfing the net. That's all I'll say.
Friday, June 22, 2007
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