"fuck the teacher la" an irritated student complained. "wow. i didn't know that you have such a quirky sexual orientation. you get aroused by people who failed your maths?" i clarified. "..." speechless
its amusing how people use vulgarities just for the sake of using it. maybe i the last person on earth to find it funny. oh well. and i definitely don't get why some people have the incessant need to make a reference to one sexual organs or parents. just want to say thanks for the concern, they are fine.
last day of 2009 - Asian Civilisation Museum for countdown.
first day of 2010 - Sherlin's house. and on the way, a really weird guy sat beside us in the back row when there are ample seats at the other part of the bus. love the salmon sashimi. national museum.
the 20th year of my life. looking back, 19 years aren't very long, yet it is of a considerable amount.
the teachers of my life. no, not just the one constraint to the classrooms. the threads of events that interweave to show me who i really am. i believe everything, no matter how minute they are, happen for a reason. through every incident, a connection was established, be it a reverberation or just ripples on the surface of the water. and the connections form a network. and the network becomes my playground, my universe, my everything - it is me.
preparing myself for the 2010 REVOLUTION :D
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" The only calibration that counts is how much heart people invest, how much they ignore their fears of being hurt or caught out or humiliated...and the only thing people regret is that they didn't live boldly enough, that they didn't invest enough heart, didn't love enough. Nothing else really counts at all."
- Ted Hughes
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