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Of course, it was said in jest, but it just goes to show, anything you say can and will be used against you.

Have a good night!

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Comic Relief #59 - Enchanted

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Of course, that was followed by the classic "Just get her hammered la."

Hmm. Tempting.

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I left my laptop unattended today for a while, and came back to see someone attempting to do what I do best, provide Comic Relief. As such, I've decided that becase you all love me so much, I'll accept these amazing "guest strips" from all you wonderful people.

The above is the actual complete thing, probably some invisible family or something. Oh well, you decide.

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You see, people putting undue pressure on my shoulders, sigh. I was wrong!

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Comic Relief #52

With Friends Like These

You can't choose your parents, they say.

But you can definitely choose your friends.

In the time I've spent breathing, I've been fortunate enough to have been surrounded by generally nice people to call my minio - I mean, people. I remember the ones I've long since lost touch with, those I went to school with before the Internet made the world such a smaller place. I'm talking even before IRC and ICQ. I'm talking Windows 3.1.

But I can say that the ones I still talk to, those from school, the army, random people, have made my world that much more interesting. Of course, we've all had our conflicts. I've yelled at friends in the past (and have been yelled at because of some friends), more than once, and other, less vocal but nonetheless more intense disagreements have occurred many a time. Still, I'm happy with what I have, I can't really complain.

I can hardly recall what my primary school friends look like. Perhaps it's got something to do with the fact that I didn't wear glasses back then, even though I needed to. I do remember silly games that boys played before they hit puberty, just when they were starting to learn the meaning of sex. No, not those kinds of games.

I remember running a friend's house, playing Doom and football in his study, breaking the lights. Engaging in the guilty pleasures of watching a particular Japanese cartoon and talking about how cool it was with a classmate. Going all the way to Toa Payoh about once a week to play single-player Counterstrike on the PC. Entertaining some who made it their goal in life to beat me at FIFA 99, not leaving my place till after dinner. Being surprised with a birthday present (and a little cake) on someone else's birthday because they missed mine. Sudden phone calls from multiple people when someone hears I might be upset over something.

Unfortunately, some try too hard to hold on to friendships. It's like pulling a cactus out of quicksand. The harder you try, the more you bleed. And eventually, you sink to the bottom as well.

OK, that wasn't very poetic, forgive me.

But friends are supposed to be the ones who make you feel better, the ones who give you something to laugh about, smile about, joke about, think about. Not the ones who annoy you to no end, who do nothing but belittle your beliefs, who put up a facade and spread insidious half-truths about their so-called "friends".

It's too bad some can't really see this.

Someone once told someone else that they were too nice "to a fault", and that "you've never really lived, until you've hated". While this might sound pessimistic, at best, it's kinda true in its own twisted way. Nice guys (and girls) finish last may not be the most accurate motto to build the foundation of your character on, but its true to a certain extent.

The term "you deserve better" rings truer than usual for two people in particular right now, and perhaps to more who are reading this.

Stop trying and hoping to salvage anything when there is nothing left to salvage.

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Comic Relief - Not

Again, Blogger chooses to hate me, so no Comic Relief tonight.

Don't worry, loyal fans, I'm alright.

That being said, Aston's has a tendency to never disappoint, an observation which I was reminded of so deliciously tonight.

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Wow, depth perception! Or at least.... a lame attempt at it!

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By the time most of you read this, it would be our 78 month anniversary. To the one who I celebrate it with, thank you, sorry and I'll talk to you soon.

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Rumpled Sheets

Staring across my checkered sheets, blanket thrown back over a strage lump which I assume is a collection of socks and books, I see the door of my room. And find myself wondering about things.

People change all the time. Be it for good or bad, change is the only constant in this big party we call life. I remember my first day at school when I was in Primary 1, Secondary 1, JC 1 and now here. Add the "school" on Tekong, and I've had my fair share of first day changes, which are usually some of the most traumatic someone can have.

Sometimes you don't realise how big a change something really is until you're on the verge of making it. Then it hits you, like a truck in the chest. Shit, really? Yeah.

You catch your breath, your heart skips a beat. But not the feel-good kind of heart-skipping breath-catching. It's more along the lines of fear and hesitation, confusion and depression perhaps. So you call off your decision, like how you've postponed everything.

And you sit alone, silent except for the incessant cackling of the air-conditioning, wondering.

Wondering about the consequences of going through with something you're so afraid to do. Wondering if it's all one big ungly mistake. But when you're stuck between a rock and a hard place, you're faced with but the illusion of choice. Hobson's choice.

We all make decisions, but in the end, our decisions make us.

I haven't made mine yet.

What does that say?

Comic Relief #43

Double Jeopardy

What do you do when you are wrongly accused, judged and punished for something that you didn't do? Do you come out of the whole ordeal and try to make amends for whatever had contributed to the whole situation?

Or do you go ahead and do what you are said to have done and be what you are called?

I loved the concept of double jeopardy that was the focal point in the movie of the same name. You can't get punished twice for the exact same crime once you've been handed and have served your sentence. Woman is accused of killing husband, goes to prison, comes out and sees husband. Plots to kill him. In public.

In real life, few such dramatics occur (You blow his head off in the middle of Mardi Gras and walk away) though it can be equally argued that life is but a play and we are but players in this huge drama.

When someone is wrongly accused of something, despite his denial, by someone supposedly close to him, what are his options?

When you judge someone guilty, you can only really do it once.

Writer's Block

I started off this post with a few cliche phrases and whatnot, knowing full well that I hate them. Since then, I've revised it about seventeen times, all the while trying to get rid of a bothersome itch between my shoulderblades and having the feeling of an important idea just at the edge of your mind, tantalisingly out of reach.

Fuck.

There goes another three annoyingly idiotic paragraphs.

Screw this.

Everyone deserves a second chance, I'm told.

But do they really?

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