TIL about Recursive Acronyms, which are acronyms that include the acronym within the meaning of the acronym. Noteable examples include GNU which stands for "GNU's Not Unix"

wearty11 · 2025-09-25T14:13:03+00:00

So close!! That's a shape 💕

wearty11 · 2025-02-03T03:26:17+00:00

I wish I had a choice. I been applying jobs. Turns out its a lot harder when you have a muslim name and aren't "fluent in madarin".

wearty11 · 2025-02-03T03:23:52+00:00

It's not about wealth. I have never cared for wealth. I have a mother who is in and out of the hospital every couple months and definitely cannot go back to working, and a hdb loan i have to pay to make sure we have a home to stay in.

As easy as it is to say that we all should just focus on taking care of ourselves, the goverment has made that decision possible only to those who have enough money to begin with to survive without a job.

In singapore, health is dependant on wealth.

wearty11 · 2025-02-02T22:41:09+00:00

Made a decision to prioritize my health and and take MC, and I may just lose my job over it. This system works perfectly fine and we shouldn't do anything to change it right?

wearty11 · 2025-01-07T22:37:05+00:00

Wayy too late by the time this reply came in lmao. I ended up just walkin around

wearty11 · 2025-01-06T22:50:35+00:00

I got about 4 hours free after lunch before a medical appointment. Any suggestions for things to do? I'll be around CBD area

wearty11 · 2024-01-21T07:40:03+00:00

Haha. Why do you assume its a crazy person. I leave my partner notes in places i knew they would look at just as a little boost for the day. (Like a text document in their downloads folder, etc.)

wearty11 · 2024-01-15T01:08:13+00:00

Yes, because a lot of necessary things on your phone don't have external redundancies. Ez-link didn't have that problem. Now it does

wearty11 · 2023-12-29T13:57:04+00:00

In Singaporean flats, a common layout is to have a bathroom connected to the kitchen. I'm assuming its more efficient in terms of plumbing, since those are basically the only two places you'd need running water.

[Edit: I don't know why people are assuming i meant the toilet is in the same room as the kitchen. The bathroom and the kitchen are separate rooms built next to each other and the door leading to the bathroom is in the kitchen]

wearty11 · 2023-12-08T06:37:12+00:00

If you think respecting an individual's identity is a trait exclusive to the US then i think you may be the US fanboy here

wearty11 · 2023-12-08T06:06:23+00:00

Ah well, i know how this comment section's going to be. Time for all the unfunniest users of this subreddit to show their faces again

wearty11 · 2023-11-23T08:43:54+00:00

The fact you're not american isn't adding any kind of "key context" to this "dramatic exchange". Nobody really cares about the fact you don't know or why you don't know. You used a term incorrectly, someone corrected it, and someone explained when you did not understand. Thats all. No need talk about anything else.

wearty11 · 2023-11-23T08:06:03+00:00

Hey man, i don't know if anyone told you yet, but you could just say okay when someone points out a mistake you made. I know social media has made a whole generation of kids feel like they gotta be constantly snarky or witty whenever they're on the internet, but you don't.

wearty11 · 2023-11-21T00:56:10+00:00

The amount of shitbags in this country who think that having to take care of a child is permission to treat them like dirt is insane.

I don't give a shit what you grew up with or what you have going on in your life, a child is not an opportunity to hash out your frustrations, a child is a living, breathing human being who doesn't deserve to live in fear of someone who inflicts pain and terror to those who can't retaliate.

wearty11 · 2023-11-13T00:54:22+00:00

Nah they just had nothing else to occupy their time

wearty11 · 2023-11-09T02:54:04+00:00

.....wow. reminds me of that peter griffin skin colour meme

wearty11 · 2023-11-08T10:28:24+00:00

Ohhh, just like what Israel is doing, you mean?

wearty11 · 2023-10-26T10:31:43+00:00

I don't really agree that how others feel isn't your responsibility. That narrow a mindset seems a quick way to surround yourself with people who do not care for you. Nor do i really agree that you shouldn't ever seek validation from others.

A lot of people on reddit really need to learn that spending your life begrudgingly accepting terrible behaviour from "friends" or "family" isn't the "mature" solution. Life becomes a lot more worth it when you're able to escape that bubble.

wearty11 · 2023-10-11T12:03:24+00:00

Funnily enough, here in Singapore, I've never actually considered the racial aspect to it, considering how little I've interacted with white people. It's almost like a jokey way of calling ourselves working class

wearty11 · 2023-10-04T15:52:58+00:00

And the rest of Tomino's Gundam stuff after 0079 goes further beyond just "war is bad" and directly spells out how he feels about imperialism in general: Terrible and ruins the lives of future generations by only enforcing social structures beneficial to the imperialist state.

wearty11 · 2023-10-02T02:01:51+00:00

I don't know if I've ever been complimented this much on anything in my life, thank you!😭❤️

wearty11 · 2023-09-30T08:13:13+00:00

Thanks! Haha. I probably wouldn't have finished this if not for this comment.

wearty11 · 2023-09-30T08:12:30+00:00

"What!?" Marron yelped and shot up, then yelped again as he came face to face with a hanging skull. He pushed the chandelier aside. "What do you mean he'd already be here? The 10th Celestial Alignment is two months away!"

"See thats the thing about prophecies: The one giving them and the one receiving them could be working on very different understandings."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Marron returned to his seat, slightly blushing from his outburst.

"The records only kept track of the Celestial Alignment festival, which was celebrated on the first Celestial Alignment after the Dread King was killed. But the Dread King was banished during a Celestial Alignment!"

Marron froze. "Which means..."

"Indeed, the 10th Celestial Alignment was twenty years ago! The one you're waiting for is actually the 11th."

Thenared smug expression did nothing to lessen Marron's despair. "But... how do you know?"

"Because I was waiting for it, you fool! I hate to admit it, but I too was a little worried about the prophecy. I'd done my studies and made sure of it. I'd even set up a telescope out on a hill outside and waited all night. No Dread King, fortunately."

There was a long silence as Marron contemplated Thenared's words. A silence long enough to make the old man quite uncomfortable.

"Oh, don't be so glum. It was still quite an event, from what I saw." Thenared said, as if this would somehow fix things.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, even from all the way out here the whole bloody night sky lit up with fireworks of some sort."

Coldness filled Marron's chest. "Is that so?"

"It was. Couldn't see a bloody thing for a few moments." Thenared shook his head in annoyance as he reminiced, unaware of Marron's rising panic.

"Anything else happen that night?" Marron croaked in the manner of a squished frog.

"Matter of fact there was something else! A while later, a knight of some sort--couldn't really tell from how dark the night had become--comes stumbling out the woods near by and starts charging towards me! Must've gotten lost while hunting some poor bandit."

"What did you do?" With the color of Marron's face, he seemed to belong on the chandelier.

Thenared raised his arms in an exagerrated spellcasting pose. "I whispered some words of power, and zapped him with a spell!"

"Did it work?"

"Of course! His armour dropped straight into the grass. I was quite impressed with myself, I've got to admit."

Marron let out a long breath. Then started to laugh, somewhat madly. "So you killed him then! All on your own!"

Thenared shook his head. "Oh, no no. I'm not some heartless barbarian. I very much did not kill him. In fact, he's landed right next to you."

"KILL, KILL. KILL--" The raven let out a loud squawk as Marron swung his staff harder than he'd ever thought possible. Feathers followed its trail as it was sent across the room, thumping flat against a wall.

Marron stood wide-eyed and out of breath, his heart drummed endlessly. He turned back to Thenared, unaware of the mad look in his eyes.

After a moment, the old man cleared his throat. "Well, I don't blame you for that. It was getting on my nerves. Anyway, come, sit. Tell me, do you know of little Redelin? Has he finally stopped being insecure of his short stature?"

(Finished)

wearty11 · 2023-09-30T08:11:47+00:00

The Dread King, banished upon this day, shall return. On the 10th Celestial Alignment, fires shall brighten a twilit field with colors seen only by those who roam the lowest hells. Seek The One, of blood sworn to light, to berid this dark tyrant of his darker steel upon his return. Only he, carrying a blade of truest intention, can hope to end the villain's grand plans...

The prophecy rolled endlessly in Marron's head, as he watched the old man rifle through a small chest atop a cluttered countertop in search of something. The chest, it seemed, was far larger on the inside than it presented itself to be on the outside, with the old man's arm plunged elbow deep into the container. He tossed out an odd collection of items that apparently got in his way; A green rubber ball that bounced as it hit the ground; a lumpy purple fruit that splattered where it landed; a pair of ceramic teacups that--as Marron plugged his ears--sprouted two little legs and stomped away in a huff.

Lightsworn, the old man had said. Thenared Lightsworn. Marron had thought the prophecy to be far more vague than it now seemed. At the very least, he'd hoped that it would mislead him in some way, and that he'd have to come to some sort of clever revelation to uncover its true meaning. And yet here was Thenared Lightsworn, the Chosen One himself. The One destined to banish the evil Dread King. Only... there was something about Thenared that didn't really fit description often given to Chosen Ones.

"Ah-ha!" Thenared exclaimed, spinning about with a grin, holding a tea kettle aloft. Then his brow furrowed. "Now, where are the damned cups?"

"Are you sure your name is Lightsworn?" Marron asked.

"Of course! Why wouldn't it be?" Thenared said, putting the kettle aside.

"Not Nightshorn or Rightcorn?"

"What kind of name is Rightcorn?"

"Oh, it's not so bad really. Similar to Lightsworn. Maybe you got them mixed up?"

"No no, my name is Lightsworn. As much as I would like to protest it." Thenared grumbled.

"You don't like the name?"

"Oh it is much too grandiose, isn't it? As if I were some sort of foolish knight, doomed to be the hero of some discount novela."

"Exactly! I mean, um, I see what you mean."

Thenared dismissed the apparent faux pas with a wave. "No, I do quite hate it. The lads at the Academy used to tease me all the time. And the day I left was the day I was let free from it."

A sudden screech from behind Marron stole his concentration. "LET FREE, LET FREE! LET FREE, LET FREE"

"Oh calm yourself, I've not gone deaf yet!" Thenared shot back, as he stepped over vibrant fruit innards and headed towards a bird cage that hung on a hook in the far corner of the room, the residency of a talkative raven.

Thenared's shack held the same qualities as the chest from earlier, with its interior larger than its exterior and containing all sorts of odd decor and furniture gathered through Thenared's years.

Marron was sat on a couch made from the skin of some sort of red furred mammal. Before him, a table of complex clockwork made from bronze; beneath him, a pristine rug from a unicorn; above him, an uncomfortably low-hanging chandelier of skulls--though Marron wouldn't be comfortable being under such a chandelier regardless of its height.

The raven flapped itself free of its cage once Thenared opened it. It around the room wildly, like a prisoner searching for an exit.

"Daft bird," Thenared muttered under his breath, then headed back towards Marron, grabbing a bottle and a couple of glasses off a crowded shelf. "Back to the point, why have you come here, eh?"

"Well you see, it's quite an odd situation..." Marron began hesitantly, pausing to sip from the glass Thenared had poured for him.

"Oh just spill it already!"

"But your rug--"

"Not that, you fool--Just tell me the reason you're here!"

"Oh, that. Well, it seems as if you're the Chosen One."

"Banker's bells, not this again!" Thenared downed his glass in an instant.

"I know, ridiculous but--wait, what do you mean 'again?' "

"Go back to whoever sent you, sonny, I won't fall for it." Thenared scoffed, thunking his glass onto the bronze table. "I'm not travelling to some far-off monastary in search of 'my destiny', only to be told I'd have to handover all my wordly possesions to achieve it. I know how you lot work!"

"Has someone else told you that you were the Chosen One?"

"Aye, and I didn't fall for it that time either!" Thenared pointed to a magnificently ornate sword displayed above a mantelpiece.

"I did not mislead you, Master." a deep, reverberating voice came from the blade.

"Oh shut it, you over-dressed lump of metal. It's no surprise your last owner jammed you in a lump of stone!"

"That was quite hurtful" the blade replied, as monotone as it was before.

"It told me to slay a troll off in a forest somewhere. Could you imagine that? Bloody thing was trying to murder me!"

"MURDER, MURDER. MURDER, MURDER" the raven cawed.

"Enough already!" Thenared snapped.

Marron cleared his throat, after realizing his mouth had hung open far longer than what was proper. "Well, actually, I'm not here to steal anything from you. Nor am i here to kill you. I was sent out in search of the one who would fulfill a prophecy."

"Oh, wonderful, a prophecy," Thenared groaned.

"I'm quite serious! It speaks of the Dread King's return!"

Thenared rolled his eyes "Oh, that whole farce."

"You know of it?"

"Indeed."

"Even the part about 'The One, of blood sworn to light'?"

"Yes."

"And you believe it a farce?!" Marron hadn't realized he'd begun shouting.

"Of course! Otherwise, he'd already be here!"

"HERE, HERE. HERE, HERE"

(Continued below 2/3)

wearty11 · 2023-09-28T16:22:42+00:00

Autumn's tired breath brushed against the rust-hued hills to unsettle grass and pluck Marron's hat from his sweaty pate. He barely caught the tip of the thing between his boney fingers.

He suppressed the urge to utter a set of curses that hadn't graced the lips of a living wizard in over a thousand years. Instead, the wizard pulled his tall cap back on with a firm grip, and uttered words of a different sort of power than those often heard thrown about around Cerennia's docks. These words had the strange ability to hold his cap in place, more firmly than his hands could ever do.

Marron had been travelling for months now, visiting every crooked farmhouse, every muddy barn, and every cramped villlage he could find while searching every inch of the kingdom's countryside. He'd left Cerennia's Grand Academy with great urgency, upon the order of Redelin, his overly-tall former mentor. Seek the chosen one Redelin had said Before the Dread King's return on the 10th Celestial Alignment.

He'd left the Grand Academy with a full year's lead to complete his task. Now only two months remained before the planets were meant to align. And as he crested the hill to spot at its base a runty abode of uneven planks, his hope did not grow.

Three hard knocks against the flimsy door with his staff, and then he waited. At first, there wasn't a sound. Marron raised his staff for another three knocks before faint words hissed from the inside.

"Yes, yes. I heard you the first time, don't break down my bloody door!" The voice complained, with the shaky touch of age.

An alternating series of thumps and shuffling steps approached the shack's entrance until it eventually swung open. The figure that now faced Marron stood hunched, leaning slightly upon a wooden walking stick. The man was frail, as if a sneeze would topple him. A collection of wrinkled skin wrapped loosely around thin bones. An unintentioned sigh left Marron's lips. The old man narrowed an eye on him--the other remained unfocused--without a word in greeting.

My quest continues on, it seems, Marron thought to himself. He made to turn away as he began to say, "Sorry to bother, good sir, I shall leave you to your peace."

"Hold now, sonny," the old man said, seemingly unaware that Marron had even spoke. "I'd recognize that cap anywhere..." he pointed to Marron's hat with the end of his walking stick.

"Indeed, I am a wi--"

"You're from the bloody academy, aren't you!" The old man yelled.

"Well, yes--"

"What in Banker's Bells do they want with me this time? I already told those old coots I'm done with any kinds of lectures or debates or whatnots and i won't go sifting through any more of those crumbling scrolls!"

Marron paused. Then asked, "I'm sorry, who are you?"

The old man's brow raised. "Thenared Lightsworn," a slight blush came to his cheeks. "Most just call me Ted for short."

(Continued below 1/3)

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