Who’s right, who’s wrong… Who knows?

Here’s why

It’s disgusting I tell you

Check out this cartoon/comic

Reflect on that

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I wonder if I can ever be normal

If you think I’m normal, then I say you don’t know me at all

How normal can I get anyway?

I mean, the damage is done already right?

The circumstances in which I was brought up in was hardly normal

The same circumstances which have made me who I am today

Individualistic, Unsociable

I don’t know how to explain it, but for those who have come close, or a little closer than usual would probably think I’m weird

At least if I knew someone like me, I’d find myself weird

I wish I was normal

I wish I had a normal everything

Normal family, real relationships (i.e friendships) normal ME

To you, I’m sorry if it seems that I’m trying to avoid your certain family members

It’s just that it’s a situation I’ve never been in before, and that makes me really scared

But then again, this could all be my fault

People will say, be more outgoing, speak up

If only it was that easy

And the day for unnecessarily long and redundant blog post title

I told you I was cursed on Thursday

And by “you” I really mean no one in particular, just in case people might be wondering who is “you” or someone may feel that they are “you” when really, it’s just “me” talking to “myself”

And apparently also the day for lengthy and suspiciously unnecessary clarifications on the meaning of “you” in relation to the day’s post

I woke up at 8:00 AM

Prepared for school

Prepared = Shower, change of clothes, pack my bag

Again with the suspiciously unnecessary clarifications

Cabbed to school

Total spent on Thursdays = $60 > x < $70

(Did I even get the signs right? *Shrugs shoulders until someone can confirm if I’m right or wrong*)

But at least the lady knows the proper way!

Proper way = Make U-turn from the taxi-stand at Redhill and head towards Adam Road, passing through Queensway on the way, PIE then BKE then SLE, go by SSS and Innova JC and a straight stretch then a right before finaly making left turn into the drop-off point at the OSC

SSS = Singapore Sports School

OSC = One Stop Centre

One Stop Centre = Glorified name for Information Counter

I can imagine the reactions from this post already

Okay, maybe just A (singular, one, 1) reaction

Since there’s only one person who reads AND reacts to the posts

For the title, imagine a whole stadium groaning after a player shoots wide

Was at the playground today

I know, we’re just playing for fun

But I really felt I didn’t play well today

No, I KNOW I didn’t play well

Got very tired, physically and mentally after like 2 games, 

And my mind was unable to concentrate

It was all over the place

Mistakes here and there

Missed balls, missed tackles, misplaced passes, wayward shots

A lot of “head-in-hands” and apologies

*Shakes head*

Some of you must think I’m crazy for analyzing a friendly kickabout so deeply

But it means that damn much to me

I’m still thankful for the opportunity to play though

So it’s a =) for being able to play

But a =@ for how I played (That’s the angry face smiley, check your MSN!)

Today was supposed to be another night at the playground

But it was cancelled, probably due to it being last minute and thus not many were able to commit

Oh well, maybe some other time soon

Nice song by The Raconteurs

You don’t understand me
But if the feeling was right, you might comprehend me
And why do you feel the need to tease me?
Why don’t you turn it around,
it might be easier to please me 

And there’s always another point of view,
A better way to do the things we do
And how can you know me and I know you?
If nothing is true?

What do you think that you are doing?
Who is the fool, the fool or the fool that you are fooling?
And maybe I just don’t see the reason
But in the court of my heart, your ignorance is treason

And there’s always another point of view
A better way to do the things we do
And how can you know me and I know you?
If nothing is true?

You think you know how I feel
It’s not that big of a deal
There’s no such thing, it’s not real
Ohhhh…

You don’t understand me
But if the feeling was right, you might comprehend me
And I don’t claim to understand you
But I’ve been looking around, and I haven’t found anybody like you

And there’s always another point of view
A better way to do the things we do
And how can you know me and I know you?
If nothing is true?

Raconteur - One who tells stories and anecdotes with skill and wit

The Raconteurs consist of long time friends Jack White, Brendan Benson, Jack Lawrence and Patrick Keeler. They are what the music industry dubs a “Supergroup“, on account that the members have already achieved fame and success in their own projects, although the only one I really know is Jack White, and all I know is that I like them

Some of my favorite songs by them:

Many Shades of Black

Hands

Consoler of The Lonely

Level

Some videos may not provide 100% audio quality

But I can always send the file!

Although not many people will read, so the above line is more like me talking to myself

But oh well, I guess that’s what a blog’s for, to me at least

A place where I talk to myself

My playground

What a night!

Played football outside the “old” Commonwealth Secondary site

(Although I feel that it’s the only CSS site)

Stuffing my bag full, sitting at Jurong Regional Library, waiting for football to start. It was all worth it

I got to see Soehendra, after so long

And of course all the others

I don’t know how to say it

It just felt good

It just felt so right

I could have gone on all night

I really could

I have my first “X” of the semester

That means I was absent for class

I was absent for Sports Law today

Because I woke up at 8.10 AM and never bothered to go

Last week, for the same module, I had to cab down just so I wouldn’t be SO late

I reached at 10.45 last week

A fortnight ago; Again for the same module, I had to cab down just so I wouldn’t be late for class

I know what I have to do to fight this problem

But knowing what to do about something

And actually doing it

Are two very different things

Now I have to run before grandma comes home