This can usually be found on Twitter.
Since I needs must write a blog post (because of the twin pressures of request and competition, as also a certain need to express myself in writing; that I am waiting for an e-mail of much importance also contributes to this need certainly), but ...
Good heavens.
I have to write. This is a need. I need to write, I feel it within me. I want to write, writing can be fun. But I also must write; I've been told to, and both my blog-friends are going at it, so I would feel both left out and a disappointment if I didn't. So here goes.
(Ah, much better. Go on.)
Oh my, the GRE draws near! It's going to (hopefully) be crazy for a while to come. My birthday comes too, this Friday - once in four years, but what can you do? I've also maybe got to perhaps starting thinking about well my err driving lessons, actually, although there's a good chance that's going to be pushed into the future. I might also be buying the camera-of-my-dreams next month perhaps maybe depending. My cousin brother is to be married at the end of April, if all goes according to plan etc. I had a rather strange dream last night; I can't be sure, but I think Michael Caine (sorry, Sir Mich. Cai.) wanted to beat me up. Nfznu was there, too, as a sort of narrator/guide type person thing, although I notice not doing much to stave off Sir Michael. Still, strange non-depressing dreams are probably the best, so I'm not complaining.
I deliberately (and quite cunningly, I should think!) did very little over the weekend, besides lying around and watching television and the occasional DVD (I saw I Not Stupid, which was a lot better than I expected! The first 30-50% was typical Singaporean farce/satire, but somewhere along the line it picked up heart and went with it, and you ended up feeling for the characters, which was nice). What this means is that I will have to do a lot more work after-hours on all matter of financial, emotional, economical, programmable and game-related madness. Oh, and the laundry, of course. There's always the dratted laundry.
Oh, quick additional: I spent last afternoon playing around with Adobe Lightroom, and had tons of fun with it. I put some of the processed photos online, so let me know what you think.
Goodbye, fair blog reader; fair blog reader, good bye.
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More links from the inbox!
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I've been pointing out these links to myself for ages, so there's a lot of those!
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In one window, everybody's unhappy with Singapore; in the other, price considerations keep platform walls out of MRTs. The funny thing is, if they do put them up, a lot of people I know will point to it as further 'nannyization' of the country. I wonder which way I'd swing if I had to pick one option.
Also, nasty going-ons in schools. Good thing I'm not planning on becoming a teacher. And then there's the drug-execution issue, in which I lean on the side of a no-execution policy - but in this case, at least, I think the court should be given the leeway to pick a lesser sentence. I mean, heck, that's what courts are for: to determine guilt and punishment. I'm a big fan of jury judgements; it's some sort of guarantee that atleast twelve other people agree that you ought to die. At least, you know.
Sorry for the ramblings, didn't really get much done today. So. Yeah.
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My new month resolution is to leave more messages on other people's blogs (possibly extend this to leave more messages and/or edits lying around on Wikipedia, too). Considering that Blogger is having intermittant server errors problems all day today, perhaps today wasn't the best day to start working on this ...
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"A beach house," he said, "doesn't even have to be on the beach. Though the best ones are. We all like to congregate," he went on, "at boundary conditions". "Really?" said Arthur. "Where land meets water. Where earth meets air. Where body meets mind. Where space meets time. We like to be on one side, and look at the other."