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    [–] Question about NS checkup? yeboibadboy 1 points ago in singapore

    think so! Great good to know thanks!

    [–] Question about NS checkup? yeboibadboy 1 points ago in singapore

    400 degrees both sides there

    [–] Question about NS checkup? yeboibadboy 1 points ago in singapore

    Was in a sports cca but in jc decided to pursue other stuff, maybe resume after ns. Wasnt nats team but not that far either

    [–] Question about NS checkup? yeboibadboy 2 points ago in singapore

    idk lah i know the idea behind the course is to make me want to die but maybe it will make me a better person???? or it will fuck me up inside : "D

    Yeah I just not sure if not enough sleep make my heart test do random shit

    [–] Question about NS checkup? yeboibadboy 1 points ago in singapore

    Yeah i never had any health issues so does this checkup mean i gg or maybe its just to make sure

    [–] [Weekly Critique Thread] Post Here If You'd Like Feedback On Your Writing yeboibadboy 1 points ago in writing

    Title: Quantum Faith

    Genre: Sci-fi (Quantum)

    Word Count: 900

    Type of feedback: I am submitting this for a quantum sci-fi competition, which requires me to include the phrase "There are only two possibilities: yes or no". I have done writing before but this will be my first competitive piece, so I will take any criticism, be it in language, style or narrative! Even if it hooked you or not.

    Link: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1GjZsZV8Fn-k7XCvd14e2cgBofopaacXNovOM2xODno8/edit?usp=sharing

    Link of Competition (in case you want context): https://shorts2017.quantumlah.org/

    Thanks <3

    [–] Begin, Son Trinh, Digital, 2017 yeboibadboy 7 points ago in Art

    I have just fallen in love.

    [–] TIL that excessive stress over a long enough period of time can have detrimental effects on the human body and permanently alter the architecture of the human brain. This effect was coined "Allostatic Load" yeboibadboy 1 points ago in todayilearned

    because I feel like your comments attack me personally, so me telling you that you are not important to us is really a form of self-interest. No one has any innate instinct to care for you, if you want to go deep about this its simply an indoctrinated, universal culture that tends us to want better for someone than worse. But, if you are going to reject it so vehemently, then really no one gives a shit about you.

    [–] TIL that excessive stress over a long enough period of time can have detrimental effects on the human body and permanently alter the architecture of the human brain. This effect was coined "Allostatic Load" yeboibadboy 8 points ago in todayilearned

    Not sure if this is bad news, but no one here cares about you enough to want to hurt you. Like, we have better things to do then try to tear down an internet stranger. Maybe it will be more productive to deal with your real enemies rather than fight imaginary ones. That being said, i hope you find some light in the tunnel.

    [–] Our genes lock us into the planet we evolved on. The further away we are, the more our genes toggle on and off. The longer we're away, the further we change into something else.[MP] yeboibadboy 185 points ago in WritingPrompts

    “ Houston, I can’t feel my legs.” The wall of silence, crushing on me. The banal solitude, inching upon me as every second crawl by, wriggling down my throat, suffocating me. The...the measure of death, for every inch I stray from my land, my Earth, the closer Death looms towards me. The mission, a total failure. Rover-12 was a twin-linked shuttle, designed for 2-way trips to Mars. What it was not designed to do was to experience explosively decompress mid-chamber, deviating from it’s trajectory by 19.21 degrees, now hurtling into the void of space, wandering into the grip of death. Martha, Sto, Lewis, Bren. My friends, my family... my departed. The crew of five violently shrunk to one when shuttle’s mid chamber bore a breach, and pressure within dropped by the folds of a million times. Their problem was that Man was Matter, and whatever life my fellow meat-beings were, it was violently ruptured and ripped as their body disintegrated, their essence becoming one with space again. I, in the cockpit, have not tread inside yet even after I stabilized the pressure, for I fear, not that what I see shall repulse me, but compel me. The only reason I still cling to life, is the frame of my daughter, resting against the control panel.

    “Roger, Tang. Can you specify? Houston out.”

    The only hope, only glint of survival on the horizon, is that I slingshot across Phobos, and hurtle back to Earth, where my escape shuttle can be more easily picked up and retrieved.

    But something is happening. I feel it. As the thread of my body to the lands of soil and fellow kin thins, it...it reacts. Twelve days ago I lost my hearing. And then, after 3 days of silence, it came back. But it was not the sounds of machinery, of active processes, the presence of the living. All I hear is the noise of death, the static of space. I feel like I am communicating with the rocks, the stars and the dust, the cold penetrating light that exposes me through the glass. I had to switch to text-based radio uplink with Houston. And then, I stopped breathing. I thought death has came for me, but no, my body somehow responded normally, that even though I feel my lungs waste away in my chest, hollow empty useless, my being is bathed in sustenance. No choke of deprived air. Queer.

    Houston said that it was purely hallucinatory. Focus on getting home. We’ll make you better.

    Now I peer at my legs, and I know that they were lying. The human, ripped from the womb of Earth, cannot last in the harsh space, the wilderness that devours the baby. The organism responds, adapts, overcomes. The primal gene locus rises out of slumber as long as human civilisation, it recognizes that human, is not enough.

    My legs, my feet, painlessly shrinking into my leg, then my knees. From behind the kneecap, a welcome itch. The birth of a new appendage, razor sharp, of bone and flesh equal. I open my mouth to shout, but all that escapes is an alien scream. My hearing registers the presence of kin. I hear scratching from the room of the dead, the lying place of 4 dead humans and 4 hungry comrades. I yearn, I yearn.

    Earth has no idea what is coming back.

    [–] This is the peak of my Tinder game yeboibadboy 3 points ago in Tinder

    am i the only one who thinks she’s acting interested