Hoist Our Colors!

The morning after. I decide how to wake up i guess. Does waking up on the wrong side of the bed really mean anything? I guess it's a psychological comfort thing. Like how some people need a blankey. Or their lucky chainmail gauntlet or whatever. I guess you associate feeling in the morning as to which part of the bed you get up from. Maybe you subconsciously remember, and it has an impact on you all day. Are we just living the superstitions that we,ourselves make?

But i love those times in the morining. when you just wake up, and the world smells of Amortentia(Ref: Halfblood prince, harry potter and) and all your brain is in a pink bubble full of warmth and comfort. Then the world, like a really great pin, has to come and pop it. And you get out of bed. To live the life set out for you for the day. A guess, for the sad, competant people of singapore, it's nothing much. Yes, studies have shown we are a sad, competant people. Can there be anything worse? It's like getting stuck in a cycle of sadness, where by hereditory instinct, you're the best damn worker around. I hope the authorities are happy. Speaking of which, it's national day. Am getting afraid of the girlfriend's patriotism. She attempeted to stab me with a flag when i complimented a certain neighbouring country. Okay... My life is weird. But that's how i like it. It makes things interesting.

Remember the good people,forget the bad,possibly the jackhammer to get us out of the rut of sad competancy.

Have fun.