Starry Starry Night

Today, I found out that the title of one of my all-time favourite classics (woah semantics) is actually not called "Starry Starry Night". MLIA.

Title is, well, go figure.

What? I also used to think That Beyonce's Song was called "To The Left" lor. Don't get these people. If that's not the title then stop repeating it so many times lah! Be like hei yan dou dou and just sing it like it is eg Po-po-po-po-kah face!

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Today my ah yeh recited 朱子's 黎明即起 洒扫庭除 blahblahblahblah in Cantonese so quickly, Emin*m and Ush*r would call him see foo lor.

Nappshot!

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Isn't it ironic how they always say blood is thicker than water, yet your closest blood relations (to this I mean extended family - not your immediate nucleus) are the ones to know you the least?

Do you realise that at weddings, usually the loudest, longest, most honest and sincere yam sengs are definitely from the buddies' tables?

Yet, there is this syndrome that most adults usually suffer from, called the 自以为是-itis. They think they know you best because they "watched you grow up", and as time passes, formed all sorts of opinions about you and seemingly have every right to stand by those judgements.

I hate every bit of that.

Deep down, I know I am moving along the road of I-Don't-Give-A-Shit-Anymore. Perhaps I only have myself to blame, because from Day One, I have never stopped myself from putting up that facade. Perhaps that is also me and not a facade, but I am twentyfuckingfive for crying out loud. It is frustrating me so so much. Very exasperating.

Really think you know me?

You cannot be more wrong.