Monday, February 28, 2005
In other news, have accumulated a perverse amount of ECA points for some unknown reason. If only I could convert them to bonus marks to pull up my grades... sigh.
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Thursday, February 24, 2005
What is wrong with these people?! I mean, looking for companionship is one thing, but this is just... just... *mind boggles* It's like saying he wants marriage with the sex and minus all responsibilities - a completely weird relationship which ceases to be called "marriage". Watching him whine on TV in the interview, about how he really isn't asking for much, and I'm utterly repulsed. And he wonders why he's not married?
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Saturday, February 19, 2005
"To dance, clap hands, exalt, shout, skip, roll on, float on."
Concert is over! Joy! And we actually managed to pull off quite an enjoyable performace apparently... heh. Yay-ness. It's a bit weird... but I'm missing the choir people a bit already.
You know it's crazy, that's what all the people say~~
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Saturday, February 12, 2005
"Say I'm working at N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. So I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, 'cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people I never had a problem with get killed.
Now the politicians are sayin', "Send in the marines to secure the area", 'cause they don't give a shit. It won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number was called, 'cause they were pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some guy from Southie takin' shrapnel in the ass. And he comes home to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, 'cause he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks.
Meanwhile my buddy from Southie realizes the only reason he was over there was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And of course the oil companies used the skirmish to scare up oil prices so they could turn a quick buck. A cute little ancillary benefit for them but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. And naturally they're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic.
So my buddy's out of work and he can't afford to drive, so he's got to walk to the job interviews, which sucks 'cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin' him chronic hemorroids. And meanwhile he's starvin' 'cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat the only blue plate special they'r servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State.
So what did I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. Why not just shoot my buddy, take his job and give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president."
-'Good Will Hunting'
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the reply I have to Thomas Friedman's op-ed in The New York Times ('A Day To Remember', February 3rd, 2005). A reply I cannot possibly post on the edventure forums, unfortunately, because I think my lecturer is enamoured with Mr Friedman.
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Friday, February 11, 2005
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Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Yes, it's 1.38am in the morning and no, I'm not really doing that quaint chinese custom called "Shou Sui" where you stay up way past midnight to ensure your parents have long lives. Well, not intentionally, anyway... because this are my normal waking hours, I don't think it counts! Heh.
Chinese New Year resolution (yeah I'm weird, so sue me): No more swearing on my blog. I see how long I can tahan... =P
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Saturday, February 05, 2005
I should have just not slept last night, it would have made my life so much easier... But then again, I don't even remember going to bed last night! It's freaky really. I woke up to find I didn't switch off my computer, and didn't lock the door. My alarm clock was clenched in my fist. I don't remember turning off the lights even, everything after when I took my bath is a blank. O_o
If I go into Journalism, chances are, my working life is going to be just like that. Oh no.
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Tuesday, February 01, 2005
I don't care what race or religion or fucking delusions of grandeur you have - it's innocent blood that is being spilled, and these are precious lives that you are selfishly and violently ending. There's got to be better ways to control the spreading of this pestilence on the face of the earth that is the human race.
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