When it comes to the good, my gut feelings are never right. But when it comes to the bad, BULLS-EYE, everytime.

But in the words of the immortal Goo Goo Dolls,
When everything's meant to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.


On a separate note, Singaporean children are quite simply the most intolerable brats I have ever had the misfortune of sharing a concert hall with. They occupy front row seats, they cannot sit still, they mimic the violin soloist, they need to pee every other minute, and they make a hell lot of noise. And our government wonders why the birthrate is going down.
Also, it's interesting to note how Singaporeans think any brief pause in the music is invitation to start applauding and cheering loudly, even though the symphony is far from over. And after the applause subsides, there will inevitably be an idiot who claps three times, before it slowly spreads and the audience breaks out in rapturous applause again, while the orchestra politely waits to begin its next movement.

Singaporeans.

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11:46 PM