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This is not a post on whether I saw a cockroach today, eeeewwww.

I don't know what this post is about really, but this is in the aftermath of a really bad phone call.

After 25 years and 9 months worth of socialisation and up close astute observation, I have come to the conclusion that I am not suitable for this world and specifically am, what is commonly called, a black sheep, amongst the basic unit of society (only in Singapore) that I belong to. Can anyone say, baaaaaa....?

It is amazing that Alexander Bell Graham (or something) came up with the invention of the telephone system. Because of his invention, thousands and upon thousands of people have to bear the scars and heartaches inflicted onto them across the thousands of invisible miles.