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My iPod semi-crashed
My iPhone crashed
My iPod nano doesn't work
My MacBook Pro crashed

Eesh.

My course is over. Soon, I'll be headed... overseas. Then, ORD. Then what.
Transition is the word. To describe National Service for most.

There is nothing wrong, at all, with being alone. Though it should be kept in balance. That itch, where you ask yourself why aren't you outside with friends 'like the rest of them', it's usually overstating the reality. The truth is, there's plenty of perfectly normal people by themselves right now, and you can accept that and just be happy. Be happy to have time to yourself to read a book, or watch a movie, or listen to music, or blog. In an age of instant connectivity, it can seem like lost opportunity that you aren't text-ing your old friend right now, or prowling facebook/twitter etc. but perhaps it's all perspective. Who is to say that really, we need to be on the social web 24/7? Perhaps, one feels like they'd be judged, when others share their weekend experience filled with funtastic outings, scuba diving lessons, clubbing, etc. but really, when other people say they just spent the weekend alone (or don't share anything at all), do you really care? Do you immediately judge and say "wow this person needs to go out more." And if you do, it's time for a bit of soul searching eh? And if you don't, well hey that's precisely the point; ironically, people just don't really care how you live your life right? You're not the center of the universe. When you're sitting alone at a hawker center or cafe, you could very well just be background to others, just a passerby. Nobody's really looking at you and going "wow this person must be really lonely", especially not strangers. That'd be pretty screwed up of them wouldn't you say?

Wow. That paragraph went on a little longer than I envisioned. I talk a lot. Inside my head. Or maybe, I'm just more outspoken about it.

#94 tumblrs
I always check back, maybe once a week or so. It's really strange, I'm no longer close/in contact with the people whose blogs I'm still visiting, yet I can feel a connection to what they post... it's surreal. A theatre group once did an act whereby members of the audience were given 15 minutes with the actors or actresses, completely private conversations. In some cases, the hugged or gave light kisses, and the point of the show was to show, how between complete strangers, there can be real intimacy in a few minutes. I love it because I do believe in the maxim, strangers are just friends you haven't met yet. I have once again, digressed.
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#95 Sonder

n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.

My current favourite word, from the dictionary of obscure sorrows.

Socrates

"If someone tells you to listen to a song, listen to it.  It may be the worst song you have ever heard but they wanted to share it with you.  That is really special.  If it makes them feel a certain way and they are so adamant about you hearing it, take 5 minutes to hear it.  It shows a lot about someone. "

From Jaren's reblog.

#97
A bit of randomness
A bit of quaint humor
buttersafe.com
Something that catches you off-balance
My sec 1 & 2 english teacher did always say, a good story makes you think. 

#96
This quote:
"All I know is that I know nothing"
FAVOURITE

Imagination

Somethings I wish I could get away with stuff like this:
http://www.smbc-comics.com/?id=3454#comic

#98: Naruto
You know that routine you have? No not brushing your teeth. I mean like when you were a kid, and you obsessed over something, and then the crazy enthusiasm kind of died away, but the routine stuck around. So now, I'm still reading Naruto, though it's been wayyyyy past it's prime and I'm no longer the person back in the day when I watched Naruto the anime and read the manga and played the PS2 game at Gabriel's house almost every day (like not all at once la. But each maybe).

But it stuck around and now it has this nostalgia-tingling going about it when I think back. And I love it. I love keeping the kid in me, because that was something I told myself I would do when I was young. (I also said I'd go for every Runescape seasonal event though I'd stop the main game, but that didn't work out haha... maybe one of these days) And though it's coming to an end (finally... I hope), well I know it'll have a little compartment in my head. Just for never going back on my word.

#99

Local Indie Music that's Goooooddd
Great Spy Experiment
In Each Hand A Cutlass
Cashew Chemists
Electrico
Stopgap
Inch Chua
A Vacant Affair
Wyd:Syd
Caracal
Amateur Takes Control
Run Neon Tiger
Pitch Feather

The list goes on.

Killing Time

Always seemed so trivial to me.

I dislike the notion that I'm wasting even a minute at every moment. And no I'm not against downtime. In fact I fully support it because it is necessary. But I also believe you can have productive downtime and unproductive downtime. The latter is when you should be resting but instead you're being distracted, or not maximizing that downtime with music, or reading, or enjoyment and instead just stoning and feeling sleepy in general.

Inspired by a friend, divided by ten.

A 100 happy things

#100

Talking to a friend, one on one.

The kind of conversations you can only have on a 11.30 pm train home.

Or once good (still good) friends after a long time not seeing each other.

Or just that random moment, of letting your guards down, and sharing about your vulnerabilities (which usually leads to being good friends)

Past 12

So it's really after 12 and I have to stay up cause a soldier in my unit just reported sick and has to be evacuated from our camp. Don't take it as complaining, rather a chance not missed.

A minute past 12
A quiet adventure
Through the near empty streets
A while to ponder
Music in soft steady beats

At this late and curious hour
I saunter in strange breezes
Remembering incandescence
Taking in a life's moment

Moments are in abundance
But a moment so obscure
This late and curious hour
A precious fragment.

TIME SKIP!

I'll write more coherently now. (Yet I'm still using a conversational tone?)
This week has been extremely tiring. I had to skip lunch and dinner several times and have been staying up and taking shorter breaks. This probably culminated in my 12 hour nap yesterday without eating dinner.

Before reaching home and hitting the sack though, I had a little quiet adventure through what I can now safely term as 'old town'. Marine Parade or Parkway Shopping Mall is the oldest mall in Singapore. To my family, it has served an even greater role in terms of nostalgia. Since my parents moved to Amber Park before I was born, it has been the go-to location for dining and shopping, the little city in our suburb. My family has always stayed in this part of Singapore and Parkway has always been our weekend trip, that NTUC location.

Yesterday, in a very long time (all things considered), I made a solo trip through Parkway. I visited the re-opened market and old 2nd hand bookstore and was hit hard with a sense of nostalgia and calm. The entire week had been so fast paced that I was bewildered by the slow pace of the evening. Believe me when I say I have not walked this slow for a very long time. I was really happy just being alone and taking a stroll. Watching the harsh evening light seep through the openings of the market and watching the old storekeeper going about. When I saw the old man, I saw in him a fountain of wisdom that comes from old age; all his stories and life journeys, struggles and finally peace. Nevertheless, I could be over-dramatizing it.