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  I’ve decided to stop talking in really broken English. It might  just rub off on my RJ’s. Sometimes, I really don’t know why people speak singlish. It’s despicable really. We’ve heard it way too many times and sometimes, I hear that language in TV shows. LOCAL TV shows ofcourse. It’s not helping Singaporeans improve their English. We shouldn’t be wannabe’s neither should we put ourselves at the lowest class of all languages. Singlish doesn’t even exist in the first place really.

  I think the government’s really contradicting itself. Or should we blame the media? Who would know? We’re only Singaporeans. It’s all silly really. Honestly, I think we’re all pussy’s. Mind my language but in a way, Singaporeans are afraid of each other really. We’re afraid of what we’re going to face in the future. Afraid of what we ought to become. Our lives are so sad. We need instructions for everything. We need a sign in MRT’s and buses that tell us to give our seat to old people, pregnant women, handicapped people and mother’s/father’s with kids. We need people to tell us what to do and what not to do such as where to smoke or where you’re supposed to throw your rubbish away. Are we really that inconsiderate? Most of us are nonchalant about others. Honestly, think about it. When did you last volunteered? (mind those who have volunteered for many things. Hats off to you~!)

  Another thing, what’s with everyone looking like everyone else and everyone trying so bad to be original? I mean, nothing’s original anymore. Just new and improved~! DEAL WITH IT! Stop complaining because what? You think you’re original? seriously? Only tell me you’re original if you wear animal costumes everyday (hands down). Seriously, each shop sells DOZENS of the same thing and don’t tell me only YOU bought it? Can you just live life and not be so narrow minded as to stereotype people as this and that? The only thing you can classify people correctly is either it’s a female or a male. The end. Stop poking into other people’s business based on your contempt excuses.

  What is with the auto tuning in every single piece of music everyday? Can’t be an orthodox can it? Hope not. It’s annoying! Everything sounds cybernetic! Where’s the original base of genre’s? Hip hop, pop, rnb. It sounds horrible with the auto tuning. Unless your piece of music REQUIRES synthesizers like electronic music and stuff. It’s like, every song is starting to sound the same.

  You know sometimes you want to start something and suddenly you see it everywhere? Well, yeah. It’s longboard season now. It’s very… well, generic. I see it everywhere and now, I’m thinking “screw this! I’m going to ice skate on cement!”. (oh uhm.. there’s this thing called rollerblading?) Oh well, I’ll stick to walking for a while until everything just dies down.

  Alright, I’m just going to head off for a shut-eye~! Dream about getting my backside-slide and 2-wake within four days before my IVP competition. I miss riding behind Riff’s scrambler. It’s soo bloody fast. :)

Ciao~!