I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.

Some light entertainment
Yesterday KT stumbled upon this site which left us in stitches the whole day. Perhaps it’s an entire Asian thing, not just the Singapore thing. But it’s all too funny.

I hate it when the timings all wrong
Ever have the situation where when you want something and you don’t know if you’ll get it even though you should ‘cos of one shithead reason or another? So you try and psyche yourself for the worst. And enough time passes where you can actually give up hope that it’s ever happening, and you’re cool with it, since if no one cares, why should you? And then it will come to pass that the option again presents itself, this time when you’re not half as enthusiastic anymore – but you’ve to make yourself jump through hoops to justify having that something, now you don’t even really want it. Ever? Well. It friggin sucks. I know it’s not worth feeling pissed over that piece of crap, spawn of something gross, walking carcinogen (incidentally, that’s “WC” and he’s that too). But I just am. This feeling of futility is just killing me.