Yes, there you have it... wait for it.... a reference to Gongfu Panda 2.
Latest update: I have just spent one hour watching TV by accident. What's more, it was random shows that i don't really follow. I finally realised how badly i was doing (in terms of newspaper reading, one paragraph in half an hour) and plugged my knuckles into my ears; they felt like they were on fire after a few minutes. I guess i accidentally obstructed the blood flow to them. I'm getting really agitated lately because of my inability to focus, do work, etc.
A few minutes later, my dad called me over. My mum wanted a ceiling fan with lights below the fan (and attached to it). Logical people ought to understand that the light gets 'chopped up' into little alternating bits of shadow and light- which can get really, really irritating over the course of a few hours. Now imagine trying to study under such conditions. Naturally, I protested, and we both stood our ground... It eventually lead to a huge row, raised voices, the works. What I truly want is a good ceiling light that can illuminate the entire room brightly, and a little drop-down false ceilling near my bed to house downlights to provide light to the area near the bed. Apparently, my parents do not get what i want... Perhaps this is called a breakdown in communication.
*note that the above has been removed from expletives to make it more paatable to the general public who views this humble blog, notably a certain little girl (last time i'm using this, i promise!) who like my friend Jialok, tends to give you a reproachful look whenever she hears you uttering swear words.
Latest update: I have just spent one hour watching TV by accident. What's more, it was random shows that i don't really follow. I finally realised how badly i was doing (in terms of newspaper reading, one paragraph in half an hour) and plugged my knuckles into my ears; they felt like they were on fire after a few minutes. I guess i accidentally obstructed the blood flow to them. I'm getting really agitated lately because of my inability to focus, do work, etc.
A few minutes later, my dad called me over. My mum wanted a ceiling fan with lights below the fan (and attached to it). Logical people ought to understand that the light gets 'chopped up' into little alternating bits of shadow and light- which can get really, really irritating over the course of a few hours. Now imagine trying to study under such conditions. Naturally, I protested, and we both stood our ground... It eventually lead to a huge row, raised voices, the works. What I truly want is a good ceiling light that can illuminate the entire room brightly, and a little drop-down false ceilling near my bed to house downlights to provide light to the area near the bed. Apparently, my parents do not get what i want... Perhaps this is called a breakdown in communication.
*note that the above has been removed from expletives to make it more paatable to the general public who views this humble blog, notably a certain little girl (last time i'm using this, i promise!) who like my friend Jialok, tends to give you a reproachful look whenever she hears you uttering swear words.
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