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# Irreligion-
Thanks to wikipedia:
Irreligion is an absence of religion, indifference to religion, and/or hostility to religion.[1] Depending on the context, it may be understood as referring to atheism, deism, nontheism, agnosticism, ignosticism, antireligion, skepticism, freethought, or secular humanism.
So i learned some new words, together with some new beliefs. If i didn't speak english i'd never even know that there are so many different types of non-religious people!
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finally i did my 1st recorded arrangement! the recording was time consuming, cos it's surprisingly difficult to make no mistakes. maybe m just not made to record. haha. i wasted even more time trying to edit the sound, probably reducing the noice, but ended up uploading the original fresh copy right from my viewty, cos it seemed ok actually.
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when u're stressed and look for something to get it out of your system, go and run. I used to play computer games, till i came across dota which only made me frustrated after every match. I didn't realise that soon enough. but i moved on. then now it's the same with badminton. it'll do more harm than good if i'm in a bad shape and try to start a game. Just like dota, every little mistakes add up in my mind, but every little successful moves seem to come and go like a blink. The thinking about those mistakes left me feeling like an idiot, which is not helpful at all when i was trying to destress. so go run, cos there can't possibly be anything that will make you feel like an idiot. the result is somewhat similar to meditation, except this will keep your body fit too.
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He just cannot stand students enjoying their lives. Maybe he's confused about his job description, cant tell the difference between being a t**ch*r m*nt*r taking care of student welfare and a big fat idiotic swine who'll be struck by lightning if students can get away with 10 mins of curfew. Wait, he should be dead long ago if that's true. I pitty him. And his daughter. How sad to have such father.
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We are who we are, and we do what we do. It’s all defined, all written. We are here to find out and get to know that who, and understand why. Maybe after that we’ll be curious to see what happens during interaction with other already-defined beings.
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People ask for advice to help themselves making decisions. Opinions of the experienced or from another point of view sometimes do play a crucial part in forming the conclusion. Problems arise when bad advice comes in the picture. Bad advice may induce bad decisions. Then who is to blame? Should the advisor and his initial contribution be at least a little bit guilty?
What advisors usually only offer opinions. However he present it, it’s still an opinion. His input can only make the decision harder or easier, but the responsibility over the consequences should lie solely on the subject. If we made a wrong call after a bad advice, it’s our mistake not being able to dismiss the unconstructive view.
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It's never gonna be the same. Nothing's ever gonna be the same. It was one of my little conclusions i made about life; the Malaysia trip after the "O"s echoed it too well.
It all started as early as when i was still in good terms with Ngieb heang, Chhange and Pui Teang. We were still kids, excitedly collecting ang paos during CNY, dreading visits to distant relatives and their accompanying adult conversations, and secretly played arcade games in weekends. One afternoon, i was introduced the game of "reav bongkong". The first time i played it was just so engulfing. The next week when we met, and tried to play the same thing, it wasn't the same thing anymore. Maybe it was marginalised satisfaction. but whatever it is that was the first time i learnt that things can never be the same. From then on we had a new rule for a new week. though that didnt lasted for long and soon we moved on to other stuff.
Now i'm sure when i meet soonkiang and vidya, after so long, it's not the same kind of jokes we'll be telling anymore. I knew this all my life, the gone good old days are gone. There's no way to resurrect it, except in memories.
That is still too harsh for me, even though i knew it all my life.
So wad? we just try and make good new days?
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euu typedd*: stats
ll-urves*
+ Fingerstyle guitar
+ playing fingerstyle guitar
+ sleeping
+ taking my own sweet time to finish eating without letting people wait..(how??!!)
+ soccer
+ badminton
+ playing guiar
+ playing w drumstick
+ calculus(for physics only!!)
+ youtube
+ starhub prepaid
+ whatever
+ whatever
-hates*
- lectures
- lifei during lectures
- organic chem
- eating
- BACKSTAB
- phones w flat batteries
- coffee
- calculus in MATHS
- whatever
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