Tuesday, September 14, 2004
Chuggin' with some muggin'
Me..working my arse off (yea right). Chem test coming up this thurs and i'm still no where to be seen....from the book's eye view.
Long long black monday.
Simply loved the movie Memento which was shown to us during film&history class. And whoever you are reading this, if you're in a country where illegal downloading is *hush* not-so-very-illegal, go download this masterpiece directed by christopher nolan starring guy pearce and carrie-ann moss. Basically, it's a drama cum mystery cum thriller with a M. Night Shymalan-esque twist at the end of it. Everything is chronologically backward...the coloured scenes i mean. And there are also b&w scenes which is chronologically
correct' and it comes in from the front and the both time frames meet in the middle. Yea...this is the stuff they feed you in NUS, force you to swallow, digest and miraculously come up with a report at the end of the week. I mean, like, am i wearing my red underwear outside my blue tights?
Chem test coming up end of this week and it covers 5% of the final evalution. Sounds insignificant but somehow, everything here is blown out of porportion and the fever rages on. I count myself lucky if i have a sufficient 5 hour rest every night, and i consider myself 'da bomb' if i can wake up in time and not miss classes. Dorm life is extremely detrimental. Everyone here is either nocturnal or 7-11's (24 hour service). It's insane!
mug mug mug mug mug mug.......
Saturday, September 11, 2004
Le Invasions Du William
Ecxerpt from Channel New Asia (11 Sept 2004)
American Idol reject William Hung arrives in Singapore; Sunday concert at Esplanade
SINGAPORE : William Hung, the American Idol reject who took the world by storm, arrived in Singapore on Friday.
He flew into Changi Airport this morning
"Hello, hello.." a waving William said.
Not even the 20-hour flight from Los Angeles could stop William from looking his very best for his adoring fans
And who can resist that famous toothy grin?
Diehard fans can catch William in a charity concert this Sunday at the Esplanade.
Word has it that he will be singing his infamous cover of Ricky Martin's "She Bangs" and the Village People's "YMCA".
He will also sign autographs at the IMM Building on Saturday afternoon.
"Hello Singapore, I'm William Hung, I'm here and I'll see you soon, bye bye," he said. - CNA
What - the - heck ??
Since when was the william hung granted a concert right and why, why the esplanade in *gasp* s'pore? Does he *gasp* have the largest fan base here? (which is a scary thought i might add) Was he *gasp* invited?
******
i wanna go watch...
Friday, September 10, 2004
Slowcoach
We m'sians spend 6 years in primary school and another 5 (and in some useless pathetic cases, 7) years in secondary school and another 2 more years in college. Which, in s'porean terms, is si be chia lat lah. Come on, let's face it, it is waaaay too long. Wanna know why the "malau"-sian government never really made it to the top of the economic strata? Well, let me tell you then. It's simply because they produce the oldest people to ever graduate from unis in the world. And by the time they actually do graduate and acquire some recognised degree of some sort, ohhh....it's time to settle down, make some babies, clean some diapers, chase the kids around the house like a madman, shouting "oi! eat your cereal you @#$&! "(it's fool proof, they will never figure out what you're saying, unless your kids are like some freaks from 'Baby Geniuses' or 'Looks Who's Talking' which i tell you, they make me wanna go sterile once and for all). So..there's never really much time to explore the 'yuppie' age. Never really much time to work our asses off. Never really much time to care about anything else.
At age 20 :
Singporeans - 2nd year uni
Americans - 3rd / final year
British - 3rd year
PRC-ians - 2nd / 3rd year
Indians - 2nd year
M'sians form sixers - noobs
I mean, it aint a level playing ground here. S'porean kids learn and master algebra during their primary school years. We only begun to understand our abc's in form 3. That's a massive 5 years apart! We've got like a whole lot of catching up to do and when you're getting old(er), running too fast is detrimental...to say the least.
Friday, September 03, 2004
Dog Eat Dog
Today is friday, the fifth (or sixth, whichever religion you are) day of the week, which.. gives me ample excuse to summarise the week as a whole.I had the worst week ever. Not just one day. Not even two. Three would have been just right but nOooOoo.... instead, it was 5 freakingly shitty days in a row. It doesnt rain but it pours, whoever was the smart alec who came up with this phrase, it's such a pity you didnt win the Nobel Peace Price. Instead those blind rats decided to award it to that eternal optimist with round specs and white loin cloths whom i suppose dont even know rain exists. Great. Just great.
Do i look like a blockhead to you?
Do i look like i have 'Loser' embossed on my forehead?
Do i look like mongrel who goes around begging for people to "take me in, oh please, take me in sir"?
Do i? Huh? Do I??
Monday's always shitty, they say.
Tuesday came along and said "It's my turn today!"
Poor little Wednesday too wanted to play
So he went to ask Thursday if it's ok
And Thursday thought it would be great
If Wednesday and Friday all cooperate
To search a girl across the straits
And place a bomb atop her head
So soon they came upon a place
N-U-S : its name ablaze
Full of twiggies in a craze
Thursday Friday Wednesday raced
As they came upon a wooden door
"SueAnn SueAnn!" Wednesday roared
Ginga-ly emerged, she placed her feet ashore
On the feet of Time she crumbled once more.
Argh.
I feel so much like quitting. Nothing seems to work for me anymore. Can someone teach me the art of eating alone and not feeling like an uber-loser? This is one skill that will certainly come in handy especially in hostile places like these. I sick of being obliged to smile at just about anyone simply to be accepted into the 'scene'. How do people do it like it comes naturally? How they fit into the social strata like a glove, a second skin? I simply cannot comprehend why it has (always) been this hard for me to be part of something , or someone for that matter. It is this sour aftertaste that creeps up when an event has finished and you end up feeling like you've sucked up enough and now its time to melt. You heave a sigh of relieve and along with it, trickles a bitter tear, that soaks up your entirety and envelopes the meaning of life. "There you go" it tells. Yes, I know. Then, you'll have to settle with the fact that this is nothing BUT life and there's nothing we can do about it. It's the way things go.
Dog eat dog.
