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littlemoosehungrytigers
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Location: Singapore, Singapore
Gender: Male
Interests: Interpol My Favorite K.O.C Guitar and all music. Punk rock and rebellion. Yes, and breaking free of the mold and all diabolical get-rich quick schemes at the expense of your soul.
Expertise: Absolutely none!
At least that's what they say....
Occupation: Military
Industry: Government
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Member Since:
8/9/2005
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| It's been quite some time since I updated this blog.
Many things have changed, and I have seemed to have matured as an adult. Reading my old posts brings a smile to my face.
A smile of secret understanding, and comprehension that I have grown as a person.
I will need to concentrate at the task at hand, and achieve my goals. Especially since I'm not getting any younger.
Have I progressed?
Only I know. But whatever it is, I'll give it my best shot.
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| My mind has been doing a lot of the above.
It has been wandering and dallying and flirting with anything non-related to work or things that are supposed
to be important to me.
All the things that were piled up nicely in a ladder of increasing importance have suddenly been disheveled.
They lie on the floor of my brain, except that I can't really bring myself to pile them up again.
Maybe it's a sign asking me to do them all at the same time.
Maybe it's asking me to re-arrange my priorities.
Maybe it's asking me not to do them at all.
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| I have the smell of cheese on my hand, after taking off some from my fridge.
I bought some blu and some brie about 2 weeks ago, and the sad thing is, I never got around
to savoring them. It's a real pity, cuz as I took a small bite just now, I realised how bad they tasted
after going stale.
What is happening to the yogurt and oranges in my fridge too?
Why are they going stale too?
Why did the chicken in my fridge go bad?
It's all to do with the P word.
Phuck it.
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| I have been pondering about the above-mentioned for days. Sometimes on and off, but mostly when I'm wondering
what this life is all about, you know.. like what the meaning of life is and what it has in store for me.
Yes me.
It's very interesting to put it down to paper, how much a human life should actually cost.
People like Warren Buffet are simply invaluable, while there are others who may not be as valuable, but in
their own ways, have their own special value and place in this world.
If it's purely monetary, I suppose a person should be worth a couple of million dollars.
But once you add in the other quirks and intrinsic stuff, then it kinda gets a bit tricky.
So, the bottomline is - Would you pull a trigger to someone else's head if you had to?
Could you? Now knowing the value of life?
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| It's 2 14 in the afternoon, and I'm midway through Oceans Thirteen. I can't really concentrate on the movie though, because I'm in such a listless mood. It's such a slow Sunday. As I stare at the Van gogh poster on my bedroom wall, I think to myself, "Can I do this for an entire year?" Assume that you're paid your salary for a year, and all you have to do everyday is nothing. Absolutely nothing. No work. Just play. My mind runs amok with the things I can do. Learn to cook. Art. Music. Read. Invest. Pursuits. Heart. Improve. I wish I could. I don't think I'll even mind sacrificing a delay in my career. It would be worth it. For all the things that have been denied to me. As the whir of the washing machine in the background comes to a slow stop, I press play and continue watching Oceans Thirteen. Knowing but refusing to hang the clothes out to dry. | | |
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