The difference

Boring Sunday, 12.35pm. Mary was all alone at home, and feeling bored. She picked up the phone and started scrolling through her contacts. She decides to call her close friend Ivy out to do some window shopping, waste away the boring Sunday.

Ivy steps into the bathroom and took a bath. Put on some makeup after bathing, and starts choosing clothes from her huge collection of clothes. It was already 1.26pm when she is all ready to go out. She looks out of the window and saw some dark clouds. She ignored it and put on her shoes, opens the door and steps out of the house.

She reaches the bus stop and saw a young boy together with his grandmother standing in the bay, waiting for the bus. She proceeds to stand behind them. Just as she passed the boy, she heard a loud crash. Turning around, she saw a huge truck coming towards her. The truck knocked down both the boy and his grandmother. Ivy wasn't spared.

They three died on the spot.


Sad story? Hold you thoughts first and read this other version:

Boring Sunday, 12.35pm. Mary was all alone at home, and feeling bored. She picked up the phone and started scrolling through her contacts. She decides to call her close friend Ivy out to do some window shopping, waste away the boring Sunday.

Ivy steps into the bathroom and took a bath. Put on some makeup after bathing, and starts choosing clothes from her huge collection of clothes. It was already 1.26pm when she is all ready to go out. She looks out of the window and saw some dark clouds. She ignored it and put on her shoes, opens the door and steps out of the house. Her phone suddenly rang. It was Mary. "Its going to rain soon, do you want to bring an umbrella?". Ivy reaches out her hand to take an umbrella, and steps out of her house.

She reaches the bus stop and saw a young boy together with his grandmother standing in the bay, waiting for the bus. She proceeds to stand behind them. Just then, she heard a loud crash. Turning around, she saw a huge truck coming towards her. The truck knocked down both the boy and his grandmother. The truck missed Ivy in just a few centimetres.

They two died on the spot.


Okay, my point here is not about how jinx Mary is, for giving Ivy such a close shave with death. Its about how that split second of reaching out for an umbrella saved Ivy's life. Of course, I don't mean that you have to reach out for an umbrella every time you go out.

Some small differences in life can actually make a big difference. However, we never know how the future will be, how things will evolve. We can't avoid any of this mishaps if we didn't know at first how it will end.

What you think and do may not be what you will get, for some small differences can result in some totally different results.

Now, the moral of my post? There's nothing you can do at all, really. (Okay, that was lame, wasted my few minutes of life to blog.)

Also, poor boy and grandmother, died in both scenarios.

Pig Floor

J~u!d{y J#u$s%t^u&s A*b(r)a_h+a\m

Now she has to take classes irregardless of whether she has calls to make or counselling or wants to eat (makes that popular "wtf" hand signal).

Apparently, this overseas concoction from India pushed away classes at the last minute just to mess up our schedule. Now, she has no authority to do that. Muahaha.

Everyone is happy at the end of the day, maybe except for the piggy floor.

And the point?

China players, China trainer.

Medal is Singapore's.

Singapore still have to give money to these China players.

So what did Singapore gain?

A medal.

Generosity, by giving money.

Shame, of Singaporeans being so happy over that medal which doesn't at all belongs to Singapore.

The line

The boy picked up the phone, and was greeted by heartbreaking news - his father was found dead. (I sound like some story teller at this point.)

Police received a report at 12.35pm, in which a man was reported dead. Ambulance arrived bit too late to save the heart attack man. Upon reaching the scene, the boy understood everything. With arms around the boy's shoulder, the police officer consoled the boy, for each man has to die one day. The boy didn't like the kindliness at all. Not for which that his father is now dead, but for he was found dead in Geylang, in one of the houses. The report was made by the prostitute.

Sobs and tears from the boy were not for the unfortunate event. Rather, it was for the once admired dad, whom had sheltered all dangers, and rained love and care for the family. Geylang shop house was the last place his son would ever wanted his dad to be found dead.

During the wake, relatives and friends came forth to speak of his respectable character. He was a good man; that was the line (this line is not the line in the title) that hummed through the boy's ears the whole day. They praised how good he was before he had died like they never knew he died during an intercourse. The boy was perturbed, from the first second that his father's death was linked with Geylang. He had wished for relatives and friends to stop labeling his father as a good man. Geylang he abhorred.

With reluctance, the boy stepped into that very shop house, and looked for that very prostitute. He was seduced the very moment he stepped into the room. (For you out there, this has nothing to do with HornTail at all.) The long slender hand moved up his shorts, only to be stopped by the boy. (So, you are thinking of something else...) That was not the reason he is sitting on the bed his father died on, rather, he still had the hope of retaining his father's image. His hope vanished the moment he sat on the bed.

He walks out of the room with heavy footsteps. The good image of his father is now gone forever.


Now, was the father a good man like everyone claimed, or was he a bad man like how the boy found out? That is the line of the post. The thin line between good and bad. That is how the world operates. What may seem correct may seem wrong in other person's eyes. That line, is defined by you.

What's your line in life?

Out of post: Currently, there is a man in the carpark, with a piece of towel around his neck, and balancing a filled waterbottle on his head while walking up and down the carpark. Now, this is the line between sane and insane.

Sadists vs Spasms vs Determined players without spasms

Ever played one of those games that is a top-down shooting where u control a small plane, hold on to the fire button, and dodge bullets? If you haven't, here's one for you to try.

Can you even manage to complete the first stage? Most people can't. You thought that was hard enough, see this:



Sadistic Japaneses.

Even more sadisticy:



Crazy sadistic Japanese game programmers.

How about this?:



I would have to say, that gamer pwned that sadistic programmer.

Its a great blessing I don't play Japanese games.

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First, I have to give a reason for not coming on for so long. I was kind of carried away by my job due to the number of shows, and sleep debts.

Next, I have to say, they realised their mistakes. "Dentist-like ingredient" doesn't show on Colgate Total Professional Clean anymore.

Finally, I am still alive.

Ok the truth: I have nothing to blog about.

Not what you want it to be

Ask this question, describe biology. There are bound to be answers like: its factual and its just all facts that you remember and memorize. Agreed? Agreed.

The brain controls your everything through the nervous system. It controls your speech, your limbs, your emotions, it controls you. Agreed? Agreed. You agreed, I don't.

Just because:

When you do something, people stop you.
When you say something, people scold you.
When you need something, no one gives it to you.
When you give something, no one wants it.
When you want it to stop, it continues.
When you want it to continue, it stops.

In short, nothing goes according to the way you want it.

So, do your brain control you? Or people around you that is really controlling you?

Biology sucks, or rather, people hindering you sucks. I wish to live in a world where there is just me. Yet I can't! SEE! It just doesn't goes the way you want it.