Timing

Ok, it may seem that I'm posting at funny times for my previous posts, because, all the while last time, being the IT-illiterate person that I am, I did not have any idea on how to change the time from American to Singapore's UTC/GMT +8 for the blog/place for incessant ranting.

So, being so not-tied-up all of a sudden (there's always a first for everything), I explored Blogger for the first time today (hurray for me). Anyway. This is just to quash those thoughts out there that think I blogged during school (although they should know my URL if they checked). Never.

Another irrelevant one.

Has eternity gone by yet? Really? That was fast.

(My my, not paying close attention, eh. That's what my posts do to people. Refer to last post, 5th paragraph.) Anyway.

So here we are, at the (not so) awaited sequel of the aptly named "The Most Irrelevant", where readers, or rather victims, are hurled into a mess of disconnected thoughts, disoriented rantings, and the ever-so odd moment of truth. Here are some questions, now. Let there be megrim!

1. Why do online dictionaries have female speakers to enunciate, and not males?

2. Why do calculators sometimes refuse to have an "off" button, or refuse to do so when there's one?

3. Why does it take 43 muscles to frown and 17 to smile? I mean, doesn't gravity help one bit?

4. Why is 70 - 80% of all Singaporean land state-owned?

It'll take at least a while for the dust to settle, but the age-old question, which defies all comprehension, (even logic): Which came first, the chicken or the egg?

what now?

There is always a period in one's life where one asks self: "What now?"

So, "What now?" I asked myself one day. Of course not out loud, that would be mad. "What now?? a voice in my head whispered. Remember, I am not mad, just mentally unsound. So began a debate in my head.
Anyway, hogwash.

So ya, there will come a point in time where one is uncertain about life's direction. Where one is in need of navigation, and where one needs a rudder to do so. And a compass. Now that's important. Very.
Again, hogwash.

Whenever all this happens, it's just because one is disoriented, thrust into a situation so alien that E.T. couldn't even phone home, and that Manhunter couldn't wriggle himself out of. Well, it so happens that MIB couldn't even handle it.

You see, when one is disoriented, this is what happens. Blog posts become totally irrelevant, and readers will have to skip this one, and wait for eternity for another. Another totally irrelevant blog post because thisbloggerhasnothingtowriteandpostsinceheleads atotallymundaneanddisorientedlife,asIhavedisorientedlystatedabove.

Oh well, as they say, what porridge ate John Keats?!

when life hands you lemons, make lemonade.

When life hands me lemons, I must make lemonade. So, who wants some?

I have made plenty, and I'll have to continue making more.
Is this what I'm cut out to be? A lemonade seller or whatever?

Me and my bemoaning.
Anyway, on to a lighter note.

I like the people I am around now, and I hope that I will also come to like those I am soon going to be around next time. Hopefully.

So, 50 c per cup, anyone?

Hopefully,

Hopefully, I'll enjoy the holidays.

Hopefully, I'll be able to focus on my work.

Hopefully, I'll be able to do better next year.

Hopefully, I can get along better next year.

Hopefully, I'll be normal next year.

Hopefully, I'll be me next year.

Hopefully, they'll be nicer next year.

Hopefully, my entries will get more relevant next year.