Alright, alright. I have no mood whatsoever to launch into deep-thinking, reflective entries right now. I do, however, like this picture alot, and as the old cliche goes, "a picture paints a thousand words". Soon, we'll be looking at "Battle Cruisers - When Imperial Tanks just don't cut it", "Storm Vessels - When Battle Cruisers just don't cut it" and "Chuck Norris - When nothing else cuts it".

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So, it's been a while since the A levels were over! The chains that held us back have been cut loose! The door to the open world of possibilities has opened, revealing with it a land for us to conquer! The Bollywood villain has finally learnt how to shoot! Kanye West is a jackass! I'm screaming random statements!

Aside from that, I haven't really been doing much. Along with graduation is the loss of an identity.(Apparently, you can't spell identity without tit.) And without an identity, purpose is lost as well, as life becomes a mash-up of random occurences in which people try to derive a definition of the meaning of their existence, be it a doctor, a pilot, an army general, a criminal, a voodoo-doll manufacturer who specialises in Courtney Love dolls, the imperial general, the vacuumer of the Rug of Existence, the guy who tells people that they're the last team to arrive, the tribe has spoken, and so on.

I have 2 months to find myself, before I run off to Tekong and proclaim myself the most reluctant soldier ever.