I once wanted to rule the world. Charge people for air and water. Then I realised that my brother had similar goals. And most other people have similar goals.
So there's some competition for that top spot. Gotta start early you know.
And now, in true megalomaniac fashion, I unveil my plans to the mindless hordes that are now within my grasp. The first step to world domination is joining FACEBOOK.
Every day, my reach of influence grows. It warms my heart to see the little email popup that says 'so and so president added you as friend, so and so hot model added you as friend'. It warms my heart some more when I think of how I will have 10 million friends. And it warms my heart again more when I think of how I will deactivate my account on 10 million friends, breaking 10 million hearts goodbye Mr Anderson heheheh
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Monday, June 23, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
10 000 cheering souls packed into a replica of the Singapore Indoor Stadium.
7 brothers huddled in a penguin-esque ball, in the middle of the floor.
The itchy little vibrating ball of tension in each one grown steadily over the last 4 days, now too large to be handled individually. Beyond itchy, it has grown to become an unbearable unsatisfiable ache. It shuddered like boiling milk, the atmosphere the spoon dipped into it that makes it overflow violently through our faces, our hands, our eyes. We huddled, and hoped harder than we had ever hoped before
7 brothers huddled in a penguin-esque ball, in the middle of the floor.
The itchy little vibrating ball of tension in each one grown steadily over the last 4 days, now too large to be handled individually. Beyond itchy, it has grown to become an unbearable unsatisfiable ache. It shuddered like boiling milk, the atmosphere the spoon dipped into it that makes it overflow violently through our faces, our hands, our eyes. We huddled, and hoped harder than we had ever hoped before
then in one consummatory moment the emcee announces, we win! and the tension, contained too long, explodes in the form of screaming jumping and for some, crying.
After which, we retreat in jubilance. The Vs congratulate and hug us, but it is an awkward moment. Their faces contradict their words. There's just too much emotion in the room, it would take an ubermensch to hide it from his countenance. We are tempered by the wretched looks on their faces.
Wrongly so. After all, we do not deserve to be repressed again do we? Not all the tension has been released yet; even the massive supernova cannot liberate all the star's energy in a split second. But we must have consideration for the crestfallen. We cannot celebrate in the same room as the grieving...
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