Tonight, I witnessed not 1, but 2 七对子s.
The Good – It is proof that miracles do happen, no matter how low the probability
The Bad – I lost money
The Ugly – I lost alot of money
But t’was all in the name of fun =)
Tonight, I witnessed not 1, but 2 七对子s.
The Good – It is proof that miracles do happen, no matter how low the probability
The Bad – I lost money
The Ugly – I lost alot of money
But t’was all in the name of fun =)
Posted in mahjong
” Reality is an intentional, first person experience that you construct from the material of attention.” Am i dreaming now?
Posted in musings
It was a breezy afternoon in Singapore, a few hours after the rain. I walked past a pub at 5.30pm. An ‘OPEN’ sign was displayed. Peering in, all I see are empty tables and empty chairs. Then I thought of this:


(About how crowded and alive O’Neils was, even at 3pm.)
And then the next thought was this:
(About how it refreshes you, and not like the bitter chicken essence we have here.)
Then the following thought was this:

(About how Weijia’s place was 1 minute away from O’Neils.)
And then this:
(About how I must get this shit over and done with)
Within two seconds, I continued my breezy afternoon walk.
Posted in nostalgication

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens,
bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens,
brown paper packages tied up with strings,
these are a few of my favorite things.
Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels,
door bells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles.
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings.
these are a few of my favorite things.
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes,
snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes,
silver white winters that melt into springs,
these are a few of my favorite things.
When the dog bites, when the bee stings,
when I’m feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
and then I don’t feel so bad.
Posted in nostalgication

This picture is taken from a familiar-smelling mercedes (kinda smells like an old cupboard) cruising through a lazy evening, enhanced by a pair of sunset mode lenses. Sadly, it doesn’t measure up to this:

I want my glorious fiery orange sunset back.
As someone says, ” This is so unhealthy.”
Posted in nostalgication

How awesome it would be if I had sharingan to butt-kick all those assholes back to hell.
Posted in anime
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I do not wish to be a broken recorder on repeat. And sadly, its true that there’s nothing that has not already been said or left to be said. But no matter how overwhelming the tiredness is, or how lonely the alone-times seem, be comforted that it is a definite certainty that all these would come to pass, and that in the meantime, there are those who would always make sure that you’re never alone.
But frozen things they all unfreeze…
Posted in well-being