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a bad weather friend.
It's really not a friend at all come to think of it.
Sadly, such is life, and I'm still doing it ('life')
The beauty of the army is the moments of freedom you never had before
when life is so pointless that theres no pressure to make a point
such that you have the freedom to choose the point you want to make.
understand at your own pace. train your own pacing. And realise
and realise that for once in your life, you can plainly see,
plainly see that passion is the driving force of improvement
intelligence is the gift of having a passion to resist failure, and persevere in making things better.
WELL, that's my quote of the month, to myself as usual.
On a side note, last night at 2am, saw triple X, which was exactly what you'd expect, except that there were a lot of explosions. A lot meaning more than normal... like for every major moment death or whatnot there was a setting changed to make it more explodable.
and So many one liners that each became forgettable.
And I learnt to bowl! for the first time, with scores of 44, 36 and 85.
and I tried out the ah-beng stride/mannerism that the people in my camp expound.
---> conclusion, I'm much to big foreign looking and apparently I've got a 'bouncer's stare' as they say, attracting one too many stares and police. *heh
fun.
On a Ray-Me-Fa, listen to the drums on Parachute Band... and weep at the unbelievable mastery of that guy. (On the slow songs especially)
It's really not a friend at all come to think of it.
Sadly, such is life, and I'm still doing it ('life')
The beauty of the army is the moments of freedom you never had before
when life is so pointless that theres no pressure to make a point
such that you have the freedom to choose the point you want to make.
understand at your own pace. train your own pacing. And realise
and realise that for once in your life, you can plainly see,
plainly see that passion is the driving force of improvement
intelligence is the gift of having a passion to resist failure, and persevere in making things better.
WELL, that's my quote of the month, to myself as usual.
On a side note, last night at 2am, saw triple X, which was exactly what you'd expect, except that there were a lot of explosions. A lot meaning more than normal... like for every major moment death or whatnot there was a setting changed to make it more explodable.
and So many one liners that each became forgettable.
And I learnt to bowl! for the first time, with scores of 44, 36 and 85.
and I tried out the ah-beng stride/mannerism that the people in my camp expound.
---> conclusion, I'm much to big foreign looking and apparently I've got a 'bouncer's stare' as they say, attracting one too many stares and police. *heh
fun.
On a Ray-Me-Fa, listen to the drums on Parachute Band... and weep at the unbelievable mastery of that guy. (On the slow songs especially)