Took a train around 10 minutes later than when I was supposed to. I guess that maybe peak hour was over by then, and the trains were not running every 1 minute or so anymore. Yes, the traffic had dropped back by then, but the reduction in frequency overcompensated for that, and the train was packed to the brim.
I wondered if I could go buy some SMRT shares, and then attend their shareholder meeting and tell them, "I'm willing to forego some profits. Please put a decent number of trains on the tracks, buses on the roads. Your profits are obscene and somebody needs to kick you in the ass. People like you who travel around in cars shouldn't be allowed to own SMRT stock."
It's true, if you want to ride on a subway it might as well be your subway. It should be of the people, for the people and by the people. This land is your land. This underground is your underground.
I guess in a perfect world you should be able to own stocks in your own company, and if you were upset about how it was treating its own employees, you can attend a shareholder meeting, kick up a stink, and tell them to fire their CEO. It shouldn't be that some guy out there is holding your balls. Checks and balances in a system mean that people hold each other's balls.
It's too bad I can't own shares in the company I work for. It would be a pleasure to attend shareholder meetings and tell your superiors to stuff it.
"Judge said five to ten - I said double that again
I'm not working for the clampdown
Well no one born with a living soul
Could be working for the clampdown
Kick over the wall cause governments to fall
How can you refuse it
Let fury have the hour, anger can be power
Don't you know that you can use it
The voices in your head are calling
Stop wasting your time there's nothing coming
Only a fool would think someone could save you
The men at the factory are old and cunning
You don't owe nothing so boy get running
It's the best years of your life they want to steal"
"Clampdown", The Clash
Saturday, 12 January 2008
Thursday, 10 January 2008
Pass it forward
Pass it forward? Yeah of course I pass it forward. I mean I was born with my dick at the front of my human anatomy right? It's pointing forward, so I pass it forward.
Lyrics
A nice night out with the friends. Apparently they din know it was my bday but just as well we had something to celebrate. Well I am now as old as Franz Schubert was when he died. (I'm also 10 years older than Evariste Galois who managed to scribble all his algebra theories on a piece of paper before he died in a duel.) Had a great time.
And the great thing too about Facebook is that it tells the whole world about your birthday and you get ppl who you thought had long forgotten about you popping up to say hi. That's great too.
Now I had written a few melodies last year, no lyrics. Couldn't figure out what to do with them. Maybe I will in the end try my hand at writing the lyrics myself. It just so happened that I had had a few mugs of beer earlier that night and this time when I sat down to think about what to write it became a little clearer than before.
There was 1 song that I had previously decided was going to be about a guy breaking up and listing down the reasons why the relationship has to end. I came up with a few more lines, although I wonder if "You don't have to make it up to me / Tell your point of view of things to me / Just get out of my face before I count to three" sounds a little harsh.
There's another song, kind of frantic, and the only thing I've come across that made me really frantic was last minute studying. Guess it will be a "let's bitch about the education system" song. There are lots of syllables on each line so putting the words in should be fairly easy. "It's a little hard to see how learning all this stuff will help me get ahead in life / I got ninety marks and it's not good enough because the other guy has gotten ninety-five".
Another one, I decided, will be about a guy knowing he's about to fall in love and thinking out loud about his hopes and fears.
Another one was going to be loosely about a song about vampires, but I think I will put a slight variation on the main theme. Sometimes he's a vampire because when he's with people he makes them a bit more depressed. Other times he's a vampire because he's in an unhappy relationship and it's taking a toll on the girlfriend. Or he could be a sadistic army drill sergeant who whacks his trainees left right centre upside down but gets depressed because he's not enjoying it as much as he thinks he should.
Music can convey emotion, that's true. But words are something more tangible and solid than those abstract emotions. I think one of the hardest things is you get a piece of music and then taking that first step of imagining a situation that will suit the music. The other way around, where you have words first, and then the lyrics I haven't even tried, although apparently that was the way Burt Bacharach wrote "Alfie".
I read a tip about writing lyrics: especially pop music, you want them to sound like something that will come up in casual conversation. Not everybody subscribes to this of course. Some want their words to end up sounding like poetry, but I never did understand poetry, so I think I will say things very direct, in plain English. Because I won't be able to dress my words up in pretty language, I need to think of interesting content to put in there.
Now ppl who know stuff about Chinese culture (and a few who don't - like me) know that Li Bai is THE MAN. Like he can't write stuff when he's sober. Maybe other people are like him too. (Although they are not THE MAN.)
Random thought of the day: A very likely result of seeing the light for the first time is that you go blind.
And the great thing too about Facebook is that it tells the whole world about your birthday and you get ppl who you thought had long forgotten about you popping up to say hi. That's great too.
Now I had written a few melodies last year, no lyrics. Couldn't figure out what to do with them. Maybe I will in the end try my hand at writing the lyrics myself. It just so happened that I had had a few mugs of beer earlier that night and this time when I sat down to think about what to write it became a little clearer than before.
There was 1 song that I had previously decided was going to be about a guy breaking up and listing down the reasons why the relationship has to end. I came up with a few more lines, although I wonder if "You don't have to make it up to me / Tell your point of view of things to me / Just get out of my face before I count to three" sounds a little harsh.
There's another song, kind of frantic, and the only thing I've come across that made me really frantic was last minute studying. Guess it will be a "let's bitch about the education system" song. There are lots of syllables on each line so putting the words in should be fairly easy. "It's a little hard to see how learning all this stuff will help me get ahead in life / I got ninety marks and it's not good enough because the other guy has gotten ninety-five".
Another one, I decided, will be about a guy knowing he's about to fall in love and thinking out loud about his hopes and fears.
Another one was going to be loosely about a song about vampires, but I think I will put a slight variation on the main theme. Sometimes he's a vampire because when he's with people he makes them a bit more depressed. Other times he's a vampire because he's in an unhappy relationship and it's taking a toll on the girlfriend. Or he could be a sadistic army drill sergeant who whacks his trainees left right centre upside down but gets depressed because he's not enjoying it as much as he thinks he should.
Music can convey emotion, that's true. But words are something more tangible and solid than those abstract emotions. I think one of the hardest things is you get a piece of music and then taking that first step of imagining a situation that will suit the music. The other way around, where you have words first, and then the lyrics I haven't even tried, although apparently that was the way Burt Bacharach wrote "Alfie".
I read a tip about writing lyrics: especially pop music, you want them to sound like something that will come up in casual conversation. Not everybody subscribes to this of course. Some want their words to end up sounding like poetry, but I never did understand poetry, so I think I will say things very direct, in plain English. Because I won't be able to dress my words up in pretty language, I need to think of interesting content to put in there.
Now ppl who know stuff about Chinese culture (and a few who don't - like me) know that Li Bai is THE MAN. Like he can't write stuff when he's sober. Maybe other people are like him too. (Although they are not THE MAN.)
Random thought of the day: A very likely result of seeing the light for the first time is that you go blind.
Monday, 7 January 2008
sperm and eggs
So today I drove out in search of food. I bumped into my cousin 1 year ago at a roti prata joint, and I knew it had been taken over, so I decided to go to the same place, to keep with tradition as to where to get my first post sports day dinner of the year.
I took my father's car, the one that I had seriously damaged over the last year. I drove to that ex- roti prata joint, not very far away, and then I tried parallel parking. Well I was better at it this time and didn't have to take 5 minutes. Which was a relief. But I had just gotten that car out from the workshop less than 2 weeks ago and I was really really afraid of damaging the paintwork, so I went around to inspect the car. And that was when I saw this huge dent, right over where I had placed another dent 6 months ago because I backed into a white pillar that I didn't see because it was white on white. And I saw a lamp post nearby and assumed that I had backed into a lamp post.
My heart sank. I thought, well then, this could be the last time I would be allowed to touch the car.
Then I thought, hold on, this isn't right. First, I had made exactly the same dent before. And I knew that for a dent that size to be created, I would have felt the impact from inside the car. Then that lamp post was too near to the neighbouring car, and it would have been quite impossible to hit the lamp post without hitting that car. (And to make sure, I got back into the car, and drove it right up to the neighbouring car to see whether I could possibly have hit the lamp post. It seemed really improbable.)
I thought, well, my mother was being careless, I guess. So I called up my home, and found out from my father that he was the careless one, he had hit a bollard. So I was relieved that it wasn't me, although very annoyed that we had left the dent there for 6 months while I was allowed to make all my budding mistakes that I needed to make with a car, and before the car is out of the workshop for 2 weeks he makes another big dent. When I saw that dent for the first time I thought that somebody was screwing around with my head.
Then I got really scared, because there you have it, conclusive proof that your father's getting old. He's around 60 years old and yet he's living the life of a young crusader ridding the world of injustice. (This is not far from the truth actually.)
Yes, he drives a lot more than me and is therefore more prone to accidents than I am. I choose to drive when there's little traffic as heavy traffic makes me nervous. Even driving to Orchard Rd and back which is like a distance of less than 5 MRT stops, it also makes me nervous. But he has always been a careful driver and I can count on 1 hand the number of accidents he's been in.
I think of 1 year when he had 2 major accidents - he crashed the car, and then he crashed the workshop's car as well. That was crazy. But he was under a lot of stress. It was the Pan Electric recession and he was some senior finance executive in a SME and didn't really know whether his company was still going to be solvent in 3 months' time, whether or not the bank was going to recall the debt. (Luckily he was able to help pull out of the mess.) I remembered years afterwards that he spoke to my grandmother in Cantonese a lot during this time and it was probably to hide things away from me and my sis. (We don't understand Cantonese.)
So when my father gets into 2 accidents in quick succession I get worried because I treat this as a sign of stress. Incidentally those accidents both took place at Paterson Road near where Borders would open shop 12 years later. Actually the other one was down the road at Scotts Road. Well you know those are dangerous places and I get nervous driving around there, and you know why there are always double zig zag lines around there.
Remember how Stanley Kubrick died just after completing "Eyes Wide Shut"? It's very much like old people to deteriorate a little when they think that things are all right and they're letting their guard down. I don't know, is he thinking, "oh the kid is growing into real adulthood so I can let my guard down now"? I don't know what to think. Yes, in your 20s you are in adulthood, but maybe it is fake adulthood, like you assume duties but people allow you to fuck up. 30s is real adulthood where your balls are really on the line. Like spring is over and it's the beginning of a long hot summer.
This is the same father who taught me how to ride a bicycle, how to swim (actually how to hold my head under the water, since he doesn't really know how to swim properly), how to bathe. He didn't push me to study, since that was my mother's job although he did deliver that final kick in the ass I needed in order for my "A"s to be of a fairly decent standard. He didn't teach me how to shave because he uses an electric shaver whereas I like rotating between electric and razor. (Razor is cleaner but electric is easier on the skin.) I had to learn myself - didn't realise until I was 25 that if you don't wet your face before you put on the shaving cream it doesn't work properly - fancy that! He didn't teach me how to get over heartbreak because he never experienced the end of a romantic relationship - my mother is his first girlfriend. This I had to learn through exchanging notes with my sister. I expect that I will learn at least 1 more important skill from him - how to maintain a portfolio.
And now it's my turn to hold his hand while using Microsoft Office because he's really dim when it comes to computers. But there is really still a lot more I can learn from him of course. Thing is, the day when he will rely on me as much as I do on him is getting closer and closer all the time.
Is a person's vitality like egg or is it like sperm? Do you have a fixed endowment of energy which you can use up when you're young, or when you're old, but if you use too much of it when you're young, you won't have much left over for old age? (This is egg). Or if you're a really capable person you're that way and you have that extra vitality throughout your life? (ie like sperm). There are old men who run marathons but they are precisely the people who never did running when they were young.
I am not my father's eldest son. He was already a father to his younger siblings, in a way. He was that sort of an elder brother. The most I can say is that I'm his second youngest kid.
I took my father's car, the one that I had seriously damaged over the last year. I drove to that ex- roti prata joint, not very far away, and then I tried parallel parking. Well I was better at it this time and didn't have to take 5 minutes. Which was a relief. But I had just gotten that car out from the workshop less than 2 weeks ago and I was really really afraid of damaging the paintwork, so I went around to inspect the car. And that was when I saw this huge dent, right over where I had placed another dent 6 months ago because I backed into a white pillar that I didn't see because it was white on white. And I saw a lamp post nearby and assumed that I had backed into a lamp post.
My heart sank. I thought, well then, this could be the last time I would be allowed to touch the car.
Then I thought, hold on, this isn't right. First, I had made exactly the same dent before. And I knew that for a dent that size to be created, I would have felt the impact from inside the car. Then that lamp post was too near to the neighbouring car, and it would have been quite impossible to hit the lamp post without hitting that car. (And to make sure, I got back into the car, and drove it right up to the neighbouring car to see whether I could possibly have hit the lamp post. It seemed really improbable.)
I thought, well, my mother was being careless, I guess. So I called up my home, and found out from my father that he was the careless one, he had hit a bollard. So I was relieved that it wasn't me, although very annoyed that we had left the dent there for 6 months while I was allowed to make all my budding mistakes that I needed to make with a car, and before the car is out of the workshop for 2 weeks he makes another big dent. When I saw that dent for the first time I thought that somebody was screwing around with my head.
Then I got really scared, because there you have it, conclusive proof that your father's getting old. He's around 60 years old and yet he's living the life of a young crusader ridding the world of injustice. (This is not far from the truth actually.)
Yes, he drives a lot more than me and is therefore more prone to accidents than I am. I choose to drive when there's little traffic as heavy traffic makes me nervous. Even driving to Orchard Rd and back which is like a distance of less than 5 MRT stops, it also makes me nervous. But he has always been a careful driver and I can count on 1 hand the number of accidents he's been in.
I think of 1 year when he had 2 major accidents - he crashed the car, and then he crashed the workshop's car as well. That was crazy. But he was under a lot of stress. It was the Pan Electric recession and he was some senior finance executive in a SME and didn't really know whether his company was still going to be solvent in 3 months' time, whether or not the bank was going to recall the debt. (Luckily he was able to help pull out of the mess.) I remembered years afterwards that he spoke to my grandmother in Cantonese a lot during this time and it was probably to hide things away from me and my sis. (We don't understand Cantonese.)
So when my father gets into 2 accidents in quick succession I get worried because I treat this as a sign of stress. Incidentally those accidents both took place at Paterson Road near where Borders would open shop 12 years later. Actually the other one was down the road at Scotts Road. Well you know those are dangerous places and I get nervous driving around there, and you know why there are always double zig zag lines around there.
Remember how Stanley Kubrick died just after completing "Eyes Wide Shut"? It's very much like old people to deteriorate a little when they think that things are all right and they're letting their guard down. I don't know, is he thinking, "oh the kid is growing into real adulthood so I can let my guard down now"? I don't know what to think. Yes, in your 20s you are in adulthood, but maybe it is fake adulthood, like you assume duties but people allow you to fuck up. 30s is real adulthood where your balls are really on the line. Like spring is over and it's the beginning of a long hot summer.
This is the same father who taught me how to ride a bicycle, how to swim (actually how to hold my head under the water, since he doesn't really know how to swim properly), how to bathe. He didn't push me to study, since that was my mother's job although he did deliver that final kick in the ass I needed in order for my "A"s to be of a fairly decent standard. He didn't teach me how to shave because he uses an electric shaver whereas I like rotating between electric and razor. (Razor is cleaner but electric is easier on the skin.) I had to learn myself - didn't realise until I was 25 that if you don't wet your face before you put on the shaving cream it doesn't work properly - fancy that! He didn't teach me how to get over heartbreak because he never experienced the end of a romantic relationship - my mother is his first girlfriend. This I had to learn through exchanging notes with my sister. I expect that I will learn at least 1 more important skill from him - how to maintain a portfolio.
And now it's my turn to hold his hand while using Microsoft Office because he's really dim when it comes to computers. But there is really still a lot more I can learn from him of course. Thing is, the day when he will rely on me as much as I do on him is getting closer and closer all the time.
Is a person's vitality like egg or is it like sperm? Do you have a fixed endowment of energy which you can use up when you're young, or when you're old, but if you use too much of it when you're young, you won't have much left over for old age? (This is egg). Or if you're a really capable person you're that way and you have that extra vitality throughout your life? (ie like sperm). There are old men who run marathons but they are precisely the people who never did running when they were young.
I am not my father's eldest son. He was already a father to his younger siblings, in a way. He was that sort of an elder brother. The most I can say is that I'm his second youngest kid.
Saturday, 5 January 2008
ICT
I can't believe that time flies. I'm halfway through my ICT requirements. Actually considering that I've only completed 3 highs out of 7 it is maybe not really that, but well already collected my 5 year medal.
We had chemical warfare training. I guess they're going to whack me for saying this, but I don't really think it's a secret. It probably was 10 years ago but not anymore. Chemical biological suits are great for comic effect. Had a hoot during practice. They even taught us how to pee using a chemical suit, which I thought was funny, but based on what I've read about real war, peeing and shitting are serious business because neglecting your hygiene in war time is not a good thing: in a prolonged conflict, disease kills more soldiers than enemies.
I'm not going to describe the steps here but it is very very mafan. You got to be careful about just about everything, where you put your gloves, about whether the inside of the suit touches anything on the outside, what you do with your hands. Then again, once you've kenna'ed nerve gas, you won't have to worry about anything because all your shitting will be done for you automatically.
There was also this combat shot, where you would have a section of people engaging targets appearing at random (the only thing you know is that there will be the same number of targets as shooters, and that they are either figure 12s or figure 11s). Scoring would be done on a section basis and so would marksmanship be awarded. The day shoot was deceptively easy with everybody doing very well on targets which were really easy. (Compared to what we were used to, we were in an easy position, targets were large, and distance was small.) However when we had to do the same thing at night, things were different. Most of the comments I heard about the night shoot were one of these 3: "Kuah boh", "bor marksmen liao" and "kanina".
We had chemical warfare training. I guess they're going to whack me for saying this, but I don't really think it's a secret. It probably was 10 years ago but not anymore. Chemical biological suits are great for comic effect. Had a hoot during practice. They even taught us how to pee using a chemical suit, which I thought was funny, but based on what I've read about real war, peeing and shitting are serious business because neglecting your hygiene in war time is not a good thing: in a prolonged conflict, disease kills more soldiers than enemies.
I'm not going to describe the steps here but it is very very mafan. You got to be careful about just about everything, where you put your gloves, about whether the inside of the suit touches anything on the outside, what you do with your hands. Then again, once you've kenna'ed nerve gas, you won't have to worry about anything because all your shitting will be done for you automatically.
There was also this combat shot, where you would have a section of people engaging targets appearing at random (the only thing you know is that there will be the same number of targets as shooters, and that they are either figure 12s or figure 11s). Scoring would be done on a section basis and so would marksmanship be awarded. The day shoot was deceptively easy with everybody doing very well on targets which were really easy. (Compared to what we were used to, we were in an easy position, targets were large, and distance was small.) However when we had to do the same thing at night, things were different. Most of the comments I heard about the night shoot were one of these 3: "Kuah boh", "bor marksmen liao" and "kanina".
Friday, 4 January 2008
Resolutions 2008
Another year of resolutions. Last few years, the resolutions have tended to be the same, and have tended to be a list of tasks to do. But this year a few will be more general. I also try to be forgiving of myself. I will be happy as long as I accomplish a few of the resolutions. If I make a list of 10 and get 3 it is OK, because each year I will do the easiest ones, the ones where opportunities avail of themselves to me, and it's more likely to happen when I cast my net wide. That is OK.
You carry your resolutions over from the previous year, I think that is not really an admission of failure, but rather that you know you will not easily give up on them come what may. That is OK. In fact that is great because we know that it is persistence and luck which create success, much more than mere talent.
This year I ran a half marathon, I learnt driving and I wrote new music. That is good. I did not produce any demos, which is unfortunate. I didn't get any girlfriends, but it is never easy making the transition from a life of solitude to a more social one, and finding a girlfriend is but 1 small component of this bigger and more complex task.
I won't bother to rehash some of my old resolutions, some of which I shouldn't really be saying out loud anyway. Just a few that are on my list:
1. I want to be a good person.
There was a time when I wanted to be a good person to a greater extent than I am today. I think it ended, coincidently (or maybe not) around the time I got over my first (and so far only) major heartbreak. In a way a harder attitude towards life is called for: this is the male way of doing things. If you are not sensitive enough you will miss out on life a lot because it just passes you by without making a mark on you. If you are too sensitive you will not be outgoing, you will not get that much done in life, you will also in a totally different way miss out on life. The best thing is a good balance between the two.
If you have just had your heart broken, the first time you react is vital. You never ever go for rebounds because it's like drinking cold water when the chilli is burning your mouth: it makes things better in the short run but doesn't help. What you need is hot water. (Sorry, even as fucked up analogies go this one is especially bad.) When you have broken a bone you should never be in a hurry to break it again, but rather give it time to heal. I don't envy the ladies because they are always in a hurry, they know that time is more cruel to them than to men, and sometimes they end up lurching from wrong guy to wrong guy, and they form the wrong patterns of behaviour. But there must always be fallow time in between your relationships. I took too long, of course, but getting my sanity back was really so important.
2. I want to be less lazy
I am not lazy in certain ways. I don't think I'm a lazy thinker. There are certain things I always want to top myself in. Is it mere talent that makes me a crazy guy? (I left a facebook application where people go around clicking adjectives for me. Only 1 was clicked so far: crazy) No. Being outrageous is serious business for me. If I say something that is not crazy enough I am not happy with it. I get kicked around, beaten up in playgrounds for my craziness. But I will persist in part because that is who I am and also in a small way making people laugh is one of the best ways I make friends. So yes I work hard at being crazy.
Other things - a thirst for knowledge, although a very specific type of knowledge, book knowledge. These are things I am driven in. But I will look for other things I am not driven in - there are things which are actually more useful to be driven in. Maybe like making money, being a nice guy, contributing to society.
3. I want to be less of a procrastinator
Yes this has always been a problem, I tend to want to mix business with pleasure. I used to feel real guilty about it but now I just call it multi-tasking. There's nothing wrong with taking a break every 20 minutes or so. But it's a problem when you forget to go back to work. So I'll just watch myself a little more closely for now.
Yah, only 3 resolutions. They are big big resolutions and only 2 of them are enough for me. Plus the rest left over from previous years of course.
People typically spend their youths uncovering their strengths and their older years making up for their weaknesses, and naturally since the latter is more difficult. And therefore it is typical that older people are more well rounded than the young.
You carry your resolutions over from the previous year, I think that is not really an admission of failure, but rather that you know you will not easily give up on them come what may. That is OK. In fact that is great because we know that it is persistence and luck which create success, much more than mere talent.
This year I ran a half marathon, I learnt driving and I wrote new music. That is good. I did not produce any demos, which is unfortunate. I didn't get any girlfriends, but it is never easy making the transition from a life of solitude to a more social one, and finding a girlfriend is but 1 small component of this bigger and more complex task.
I won't bother to rehash some of my old resolutions, some of which I shouldn't really be saying out loud anyway. Just a few that are on my list:
1. I want to be a good person.
There was a time when I wanted to be a good person to a greater extent than I am today. I think it ended, coincidently (or maybe not) around the time I got over my first (and so far only) major heartbreak. In a way a harder attitude towards life is called for: this is the male way of doing things. If you are not sensitive enough you will miss out on life a lot because it just passes you by without making a mark on you. If you are too sensitive you will not be outgoing, you will not get that much done in life, you will also in a totally different way miss out on life. The best thing is a good balance between the two.
If you have just had your heart broken, the first time you react is vital. You never ever go for rebounds because it's like drinking cold water when the chilli is burning your mouth: it makes things better in the short run but doesn't help. What you need is hot water. (Sorry, even as fucked up analogies go this one is especially bad.) When you have broken a bone you should never be in a hurry to break it again, but rather give it time to heal. I don't envy the ladies because they are always in a hurry, they know that time is more cruel to them than to men, and sometimes they end up lurching from wrong guy to wrong guy, and they form the wrong patterns of behaviour. But there must always be fallow time in between your relationships. I took too long, of course, but getting my sanity back was really so important.
2. I want to be less lazy
I am not lazy in certain ways. I don't think I'm a lazy thinker. There are certain things I always want to top myself in. Is it mere talent that makes me a crazy guy? (I left a facebook application where people go around clicking adjectives for me. Only 1 was clicked so far: crazy) No. Being outrageous is serious business for me. If I say something that is not crazy enough I am not happy with it. I get kicked around, beaten up in playgrounds for my craziness. But I will persist in part because that is who I am and also in a small way making people laugh is one of the best ways I make friends. So yes I work hard at being crazy.
Other things - a thirst for knowledge, although a very specific type of knowledge, book knowledge. These are things I am driven in. But I will look for other things I am not driven in - there are things which are actually more useful to be driven in. Maybe like making money, being a nice guy, contributing to society.
3. I want to be less of a procrastinator
Yes this has always been a problem, I tend to want to mix business with pleasure. I used to feel real guilty about it but now I just call it multi-tasking. There's nothing wrong with taking a break every 20 minutes or so. But it's a problem when you forget to go back to work. So I'll just watch myself a little more closely for now.
Yah, only 3 resolutions. They are big big resolutions and only 2 of them are enough for me. Plus the rest left over from previous years of course.
People typically spend their youths uncovering their strengths and their older years making up for their weaknesses, and naturally since the latter is more difficult. And therefore it is typical that older people are more well rounded than the young.
Wednesday, 2 January 2008
Arsenal vs West Ham
Should have been a simple decision for me. West Ham just beat Man U in the middle of the week. They don't have the energy to beat Arsenal as well. Bet on Arsenal to win. Why do I bet when I'm not supposed to and not bet when it's in front of me? Goddamn.
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