Fire and ice.

Chaos and order.

Starsky and Hutch.

Opposites like these can be found all around us. Most of the time, when those opposites interact, they are destroyed. Fire and ice can never coexist—fire melts the ice into water, which in turn douses the fire. Sometimes, though, the two actually enhance each other. Starsky was a great cop. Hutch was pretty good himself. Put them together and no one stood a chance. Not even Vince Vaughn. And he’s the man.

The man.

Sometimes, one of the opposites is stronger than the other. Take order and chaos, for example. I really don’t want to get into the first law of thermodynamics or anything else with five or more syllables, so I’ll keep my example simple. You build a house of cards. Apart from crying, “Don’t shake the table!” a million times, you have to spend a considerable amount of time making sure that every card is in place. Then your idiot friend bumps the edge of the table. An hour of work collapses in a fraction of a second. I’m not saying that you can’t ever get order from chaos; I’m just saying that it’s easier to mess something up than to organize it.

If I were ice, the world would be my Sahara Desert.

If I were Austin Powers, I would be facing down a world of Dr. Evils and Mini-mes.

I am the idiot friend when the world builds its card tower. I accidentally bump the table, and everything crashes down on me. Millions and millions of cards. Kings, queens and court jesters swirl about me. Yep, the world is coming for me. And there's not much I can do to protect myself.

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On a side note, other than school work, ecspecially PW, piling up like dead warriors in a Mortal Kombat movie, life has been brightening slightly as of late. But you know, the heavens have a strange way of doing things. They show you a ray of sunlight, you walk out to bask in it/ get a tan. Then it does a 180-degree turn and proceeds to shower you, with acid rain no less.

And I don't keep umbrellas handy.

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Random notes:

"Mr Chua is very sweet" - Amanda. I worked hard just to keep my response to mere laughter.

Daniel is moving house. I wonder if he's having a party. It's near my house too.

Apparently, Wilbur(yes wilbur) is famous among MJ girls. I felt a tinge of shock when they squealed about the possibility of him coming to MJ later in that afternoon. Followed by internal sniggering when they mentioned he was short.

In my quest to become a better(and hopefully less mean) person, I might start working with the salvation army, if time allows.

Quite a few MJ people live near me.

My complexion is suffering as of late. Time to go searching for new facewash.

Music is starting to have a greater impact on my life.

I have started reading dracula, thought I have yet to pull myself past the first chapter.

The new epl season has kicked off.

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Life is a bowl of noodles, and I've yet to pay for mine.