It’d been a long time (2008, to be exact) since I was able to proclaim 天 助 我 也！, but I was finally able to on Sunday, the moment the barricades threw open and I stormed to the front of the stage.
The statistics on Flickr are very encouraging – I’ve never garnered so many picture views since Anberlin. After a tumultuous 2009, things are finally looking up in 2010.
Perhaps, the cataclysm of December 14, 2009, provided the kickstart I needed to leave several hopeless causes and embark on other less frivolous pursuits.
So to say the least, I’m thankful. In a stroke of poetic justice, whatever I lost, be it time or money, it is currently reaping dividends.
Nevertheless, if December 14 hadn’t happened, I wouldn’t have been able to work my way up to where I am today. I’d still be stuck in that very quagmire without a clue what I’m up to, ala American intervention in Vietnam.
December 14, 2009 – the day I finally got my act together. Ironically, the person who initiated that transition was none other than, the woman I once loved.
Spotted in our 133rd-ranked media – proof that you can get away with anything in Singabloodypore, even bloody murder, provided you’re an angmoh.
When an angmoh struts around naked, Sinkees find him " Extremely ENTERTAINING".
However, when chink-chink Chinese man attempt same feat, chink-chink Chinese man is considered an "UNPLEASANT Sight"
Double standards? Nay.
It’s becoming an everyday occurrence that we’ve accepted it to be a part of our lives.
In the words of Sao Feng,
Welcome to Singapore!
