Stereotype? Why, That’s a Type of Radio!
Happy Birthday, Yong Quan! [For the 137th time today]
God, Chinese is such a gone case.
I managed to get a negative mark for cloze passage. -2
Hah! It’s not just a zero, it’s a -2! I suck that damn much.
A trainee teacher is teaching us English now, Miss Tan.
She’s been looking sort of stoned, or maybe just bored while studying how Ms Puja taught us.
And she wears *GASP* fake eyelashes! Either that or she puts on a ton of mascara.
It was then I realised that Yong Jie has this remarkable ability to link 2 totally opposite things together. Somehow cheese will be connected to black testicles. He also knows what ‘annihilate’ means, but when when I told him to stop doodling, he said,
“What’s doodling?”
When Terence mentioned the word ’stereotype’, Yong Jie spoke up,
“What’s stereotype?”
Terence explained and spelt it out for him, but he protested,
“Rubbish. Stereotype means a type of radio! I go home check dictionary!”
Yeah, he’s my classmate.
Mwrhawhurhawhurhaw.
Okay lah, this post eats rubbish.
Mood: Shitty
Oh and
Happy Birthday, Pecky.
The day has come.
At last, the day that has never ever occured before.
I’ve been waiting for this day.
I’ve been wondering when it would happen. Alas, it was today.
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I lost my wallet.
I knew I’d lose it sometime. KNEW IT.
After 14 years of not losing my wallet, the day was bound to come.
At least nothing really important was in it except about $20.
Calvin said, “Look on the bright side. At least you can get a new wallet now.”
And I say, “With what? No money!”
Yah, I cracked myself up with that line. Laughing at my own jokes.. Sigh.
I’ve also lost my calculator. Left it on my table in school and POOF, it ran away.
And another thing I lost: My chinese shou ce. I had to borrow Amos’s one.
I really have no idea how I’ve lost these things, because I put them back at the same place as I always do. It’s like being careless without being careless?
Sigh, apparantly if I lose something, I lose everything. Be it objects or well, everything else too.
I was screaming around, “Godamnit, some loser just stole my calculator!” but then I realised, who would steal a calculator? Unless he/she truly was a loser.
I told my family and they got huffy about it, especially my dad.
I guess I’m known to be careless like nearly-dropping-his-camera-but-didn’t-drop-it back when I was primary 3 in China, and losing my keys 10 times.
I Not Stupid Too made Lizard and me cry like gaaaah.
I kept wiping my tears away with Eunice’s jacket and Lizard was sniffing constantly.
Eunice was just laughing because she’d watched it before. So it was a little weird to cry and see Eunice laugh at the same time, because then you’d be laughing while crying. The dudes didn’t cry. I wonder what’s this dumb emotion hormone thing that is in women.
It got a little corny sometimes, but when Jerry stealing money thing just to buy time with his parents scene came on, Lizard went like, snniifff.
And the other time when the dude’s father fended off the guys who were beating up his son and fell on his head. Bloody hell, I thought he died then and there. Tearing all over. But he lived. And then died, of course.
Jerry pretty much looked stoned throughout. I wonder if he’s meant to look like that. But he looked really stoned, on heroin or something. Even when he kissed the girl, he somehow just managed to keep his face with that ready-to-drool expression.
Plus, he looked like one of my kindergarten classmates.
His name was Yan Bing, or Yan-something if I’m not wrong.
He used to pick his nose, even out the wrinkles on my bedsheet with his hands [come to think of it.. Gross] when I was in the toilet and taught me how to swim without a float.
In other words, the only non-obnoxious and not-too-gross dude in my class who was my friend. I wondered what happened to him while watching Jerry onscreen. Kindergarten was fun.
Anyway.
Colin talked the most. He’s actually pretty entertaining to talk to. Back then, when I said hi, he’d mumble some shit I couldn’t hear. Now he’s jumping all over the place, talking about horror movies and joking. I was thinking, Oh my god!
He has this funny paranoia that he thinks he looks fat and ugly.
Hello boy, fat and ugly will equal to um.. Let’s see..
C’mon lah, don’t tell me you look like that.
Then, wallet was lost. Doom music.
Eunice actually seemed more panicked than I was.
She’s such a good friend that way. Is so nice to talk to Lizard, Eunice and Dee whenever you’re upset because they can put things in perspective, because usually when you’re upset, you’re pretty much hysterical and not thinking straight. Plus, they care. Thanks for talking to me when I was pissed off that day.
Okay, that was out of the blue. Back to the mission of finding the lost wallet…
Eunice, Calvin and Pecky went back with me to find it. That woman kept making me walk back and forth, god knows why. But didn’t find it anyway. So, what could we do. Oh wells. Shit happens.
We kinda tried to sabo Lizard and Colin when we got back, but they spotted us. Aw shucks.
Saw a dog which looked like a mini lion. SO KEEWWWTTT.
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I’m trying to read Prozac Nation, and god does it suck. I can’t bear to read another page, it’ll just release another tidal wave of black gothy depression upon me everytime I turn a page.
I have to finish reading it because I paid for it, but aarrgghh. Maybe I require some sense of depression to understand the book, but I just don’t.
So all I’m reading is, “I don’t want to move. I want to die. The icy grip of darkness clutches me,” repeated throughout the entire book except with different variations of it.
There isn’t much of a story except about, well, the icy grip of darkness that clutches her.
What makes it so annoying is that the last few pages were the climax, where she attempted but failed suicide.
Thus, the last 2 pages stated how right after the suicide, she suddenly felt depressed no more! Due to Prozac and probably suicide, she states. I wasted my time reading the book only to find that she just snorted some new found drug which made her happy and everything was alright after all.
What’s she saying, that after suicide only will your depression go away? Only pills will prevent you from slipping into depression?
…..
Yeah maybe.
She’s wallowing in self-pity throughout the entire book, or maybe that’s just depression.
Her book on depression makes me depressed. Um. Hawhawhawhawhaw.
Speaking of which, I failed Chinese. 23/50.
Also, on the way to the bus stop, Aiyan, Julien and I saw a cat lying on the sidewalk.
We thought it was just sleeping, but we realised..
One of its eyes were popped out of its socket.
There were ants swarming all over the eye too. It’s dead, duh. God, what happened? Maybe a car drove over it and the pressure made its eye pop.. But then again, it’s lying on the sidewalk, not the road.
We were be-bloody-wildered.
I’m already pissed off enough with shit happening in my life, to top it all off I lost my stuff, saw an eyeball of a dead cat and failed Chinese.
Damn am I in a shitty mood.
Wonky Loser-ish Bozos.
Drats, Dad didn’t allow me to pon school. I’m a loser 
Now Mrs Yeo tells us some shit, she says if we didn’t paragraph our answers in the geog common test, she’ll substract 2 marks.
Hello blind bozo, you’ve never told us that before. First it was substracting 2 marks off if we didn’t highlight the key points [Not that it helps] and now it’s paragraphing answers. Full of rubbish, that woman is.
Another bozo is a girl whose blog I read the other day. I’ve hated her initially, I still do, except probably not as much because she hasn’t been bugging me, but still, she’s a bozo.
I know how people who receive complaints like, “YOUR BLOG SARKS LAH!” will respond by saying, “Then don’t read it. Press the ‘x’ button at the corner of the page if you don’t like my blog!”
In a way, that’s true. I do try to refrain from reading her blog because I loathe her with every fibre of my being, but she provides entertainment for me when I’m really bored. That is exactly why people read blogs which suck to them, I do it too. Hey, doesn’t everybody? Except Xiaxue’s, because that one’s just bad.
Anyway, back to her.
I chanced upon one of her entries where she got really emo-ly depressed over mediocre results.
So she sobbed and sobbed and sobbed and actually went to bang her head against the wall, and told everyone that she wanted to committ suicide
Furthermore, she proclaims it in her blog as if she’s proud that she went to the extent of beating herself up over this trival matter.
All these wonky bozos, such as Yeo and this results-crazy girl, they all are just.. So wonked up.
Yeo still holds a grudge against me ever since I was supposedly “unenthusiastic” during the NZ trip, probably due to that results-crazy girl’s complaints. No seriously, Yeo still gives me the look during geography lessons and whenever I speak to her. Get over it, woman.
Results-crazy girl has an unknown source of grudge against me too. Maybe if she’s egoistic enough, she probably thinks I ponned the NZ dance practices just to piss her off, thus the high and mighty attitude.
But what I don’t get is how can you possibly kill yourself over mediocre results. Banging your head as well. Banging your head isn’t going to help, is it. It’s only going to kill your brain cells which actually produce these mediocre marks, so killing them off will only result in even suckier grades. Killing yourself isn’t going to make the whole world mourn about how if only they’ve been fair to you for that paper, you would’ve lived. Boohoo.
Taking “revenge” on the world takes in a form of killing yourself? Wasting life away just to make people feel guilty, are these bozos actually serious? Most will think you were plain stupid. Perhaps some will feel awful, they’ll go like, if only I’ve done this and that, she would’ve lived. Alright, accomplished your motive. Now what? You’re not going to know whether you managed to succeed in your dumb goal, because by golly! Guess what? You’re dead.
I know she probably just did and spew all of that rubbish to attract attention to herself, maybe gain some sympathy in hopes of receiving pity marks from her teacher. What really irks me is this perverse facade which teachers and people actually fall for. Yeah, it’s the teachers like Yeo who fall for this dumb trick.
I can’t understand how people’s lives revolve around grades. Such losers. Getting an F or an A doesn’t determine life fulfillment or not, or whether that empty space in your heart is going to be filled. Heck, it doesn’t even judge how intelligent you are! It merely grades you on how well your regurgitate. Like that’s commendable.
Ah well, who knows, I can’t possibly fully understand the mind of another, maybe there’s more to it.
But since I’m unable to comprehend their wonky minds.. I say they’re losers.
Ah, Yeo. There are teachers I just don’t get. I wonder why teachers become teachers. I asked my dad, and he said it’s because he likes to help. Who can forget Ng Thai Sheng. Why be a teacher when no one understands you? Or a more specific question, why did the school hire someone whom no one understands?
Erm. Off point. Anyway, if helping and having a heart is the case, why are there irrational teachers who scream at you till the school collapses and tells you to copy the textbook 10 times? You don’t do that unless you loathe someone, you don’t do that if you have a ‘heart’.
If I were a teacher, I just can’t imagine scolding the hell out of a poor student who forgot to bring his textbook. You’re going to create a bad day for this poor kid, all because he was in a rush in the morning and simply forgot to bring his book because he’s too focused on getting to school on time to avoid a scolding. Ironic, when you actually do receive a scolding after all.
So I’m wondering what these teachers are thinking when they scream and punish you endlessly. What ARE they thinking? The teachers always say they do this because they’re passionate about you learning from your mistakes or whatever, but it really serves as nothing except as an irrational scolding from a teacher. And for some, it really affects them.
I guess it can’t be all smiles all the time being a teacher. But if there are such.. Well, generally put, nice teachers who never give a horrible deadly scolding, why can’t they [the grumpy screamo teachers] be like them [the smiley teachers] too? It’s pretty much equivalent to asking us students, if there are others who can get 20/20 for a test, why can’t you too? It’s such an irritating question, isn’t it.
Arh blah, I’m rambling.
So. Today was half-day. Aiyan, FL, Julien and I went to watch Pink Panther.
Ivan said he’d buy the tickets for Final Destination 3 for us because he’s 16 and we’re not, but realised that when we enter the cinema, they’d check for IC.
We decided to watch Pink Panther and it was 12.15 already, it started at 12.10. Aiyan helped herself by tearing the tickets from the box-thingy and the woman told us to take the elevator.
We ran away laughing like mad, because we thought the cinema was just 2 floors above, why’d she ask us to take the elevator?
So we ran all the way up like crazy idiots, only to be told by the ticket-tearer [I dunno the proper term lah] that we had to take the elevator up to the 9th floor.
We cursed and took the elevator, and entered a whole new world we never knew existed in Cineleisure! It looked amazing, fatass TV screens for you to play XBox and computers and all that groovy shit.
Pink Panther was.. Eh. Drats, I thought the culprit would be the bad-guy inspector himself, but it was Whatevername The Trainer Who Trains. Hah, okay, that was funny.
That’s about it. Tomorrow’s a Saturday, whooooooooot.
Friday Is Pon Day.
Mr What’s-his-shitname [Shit, I don't even know his name after 3 years], Mr Koh I think, informed us that half-day will be on Friday.
Rubbish.
If that’s the case, PONN AHH! Friday itself is already sort of a half-day. Okay, 3/4 day. And now they half THAT, thus it’ll be 1/4 day. 3 hours in school.
Wake up at 6 just to sleep and daydream for 3 hours in school. Also, literature lesson has been cancelled on Friday for god-knows-what reason, which leaves me with no reason to go to school.
They should have the half-day on Monday, the longest day of the week. A math lecture up till 2.30 and probably extra lessons after that. My god, speaking of which, last week’s lecture was a bloody mess. Mr Kang was teaching.
Aiyan and I were laughing most of the time because
1) We didn’t bring the worksheet [Forgot to bring pencil box and brought the physics book instead of a math. Hoho, dumb.],
2) He looks exactly like Justyn Kang and
3) He sucks at teaching. It was just that instant when he suddenly looked exactly like Justyn, his eyes and face. Except the white emo specs.
He’d spent 10 minutes trying to explain why (x-1)(xsq - 9) is equal to (x-1)(x-3)(x+3). We geddit lah, we really do.
Anyway, this post is pointless. Can’t go to Oasis concert because FL’s brother isn’t giving away his free tickets. Blasphemy.
Come to think of it, my last proper concert was Jay Chou’s concert.
SNORT! I can’t believe I went. What was I thinking? I don’t even listen to his stuff. Not like I can understand even if I tried. But ew. 3 hours of mumbling. What was I thinking.
We had sexuality education today. It was hilariously redundant. It was “DO YOU REALLY KNOW YOUR FRIENDS?” and there were groans everywhere because we all thought the topic was “IS SEX REALLY TOUCH AND GO?”[And we're girls, weird]
We kind of made fun of that topic, like poking someone is considered sex already. So we were pushing each other around and running away screaming, “Sex really is touch and go!” or something stupid.
So we had to get into groups of 6 and come up with a skit. Paula, Sarah, Imma [I think?], Fiza, Aiyan and I had to do our skit based on Social issues.
Here it is:
Sarah, Imma and Fiza are the cool kids. They’re upturned collars, flipping of noses and saying stuff like, “I’ve got da props man” and swinging their purses over their shoulders reeks of coolness.
Paula, Aiyan and I are the nerds. We button our first button, we carry fatass files filled with math notes and tuck plastic water bottles under our armpits. Nothing says nerd more than that.
Sarah, Imma and Fiza walk by us nerds. They snigger.
Sarah: Hehe, let’s trip those nerds.
*sticks out foot*
Aiyan: *”falls”* MAI BOOOKKKSSSS!!!
Paula and me: *gasp* AIYAN! *hands fly in the air in shock, thus drop books* AAAHHH MY BOOKS.
Nerds: *sob uncontrollably* My boooks. NOOOO. My life! WHY? WHY? *cry and die on the floor*
Cool dudes: Like, sO-rie lah!
*they are then struck with guilt. Nerds are still wailing.*
Cool dudes: Oh my god. I feel so horrible. Let’s be friends, okay?
Nerds: Really? Really? *attempts rock-on sign which ends up looking like dead frog legs* Yay!
-The End-
But of course, it’ll never happen in real life. For some reason it seems funnier in life. Oh wells.
It’s Food. I Eat It. Everyone’s Happy.
My sister bought back a whole lot of Dirge of Cerberus - Final Fantasy VII - stuff from Japan.
Ooo.. Vincent..
She even bought the game on PS2 even though we don’t own a PS2. Geez.
Plus, the video by Gackt on Redemption reeks of awesomeness.
His hair looked gay, sure, with the golden locks and everything. But he’s still cool.
Drats. Physics common test, as Shi Xiang said, was gay. Excreted nothing but evilness.
After the test, everyone started screaming, “I’M GONNA FAIL. I’M GONNA FAIL. FAAAIIILLLL.” and then jump out of the window. God, it’s annoying, even though it’s true this time. But squacking like a headless chicken isn’t going to help, is it.
English was good. Wrote on Justice. I basically copied and paste the story I wrote about the spider in the MRT but with the twist at the end that a little boy stepped in and saved the day. Gogo powah rangerhs!
Tomorrow’s geography elect, social studies and e math. Let’s all say it together: Eeeww.
The more I read that damn social studies textbook, the more convinced I am that it’s simply filled with propaganda shit which all directs to one main point: All hail Lee Kuan Yew. Then occasionally they’ll throw in a couple of faults by the PAP to cover up its true propaganda intentions. Hah, you can’t fool me! *slams book*
Geography is nonsense. High technology farming, GM foods, waah?
Like what everyone else says: I don’t care.
It’s food. I eat it. I know some farmer in Cambodia farmed it. I buy it. He earns money. I earn a full stomach. Everyone’s happy.
I’ll bet you anything I won’t remember what GM stands for when I’m 20. Now, that’s not going to cost me my job, is it.
So. It’s memorising and regurgitating time. It’s funny how they grade us how much we regurgitate. Like praising how much we vomit out if we have bulimia.
YES!
MWURHURHARHURHARHUR. VICTORY’S MIIINNEEE.
Finally. I’ll blog later.
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And I’m back again after half an hour. Drats, common test tomorrow. I don’t get that m = v/u thingy. Plus, focal point, big F. But there’s that other small ‘f’ which I have no idea what it represents. Oh damnit.
So.. Starting from the beginning:
Valentine’s Day
The day when dudes buy flowers for their girlfriends who will just let them rot, and buy expensive shit they’ll never use.
They’ve got events to expliot us on everything! On Christmas, to show that you share, you give presents. On Good Friday, you hail God more than usual. On Valentine’s Day, to show you love, you give expensive shit. On Chinese New Year, to show you’re not a kiasu auntie, you give hong baos.
No really, these events give you the pressure to act up.
Be mean to kiddies on Christmas, boom, you’re the grinch.
Join a cult group on Good Friday and they’ll stone you.
Valentine’s day, don’t give anything to your girlfriend = you’ll be dumped on Friday.
Stingi-ly give $2 to people on Chinese New Year and they’ll never visit you ever again.
Yah man, I was going to wind up as one of those bitter, single and love-less people who whine about how dumb Valentine’s Day is, anti-valentine. I still am though, gonna whine about how dumb it is. Hah.
It was like any other regular hot, sunny, boring day with the exception of some enthusiastic girls handing our candy and flowers and some lovesick dudes. Other than that, nah. Pretty normal.
I couldn’t really believe the trouble they took to buy candy and write notes and what not to people they’re not even close to. The occasion secretes so much cheesiness it’s a pain to celebrate it.
You don’t need an occasion to be obliged to do something, man. You should be doing it everyday, or well, no need for an occasion to do it if it meant so much to you.
The occasion seems corny by itself, with naked babies flying around blindly shooting arrows into people’s asses. And with people actually devoted celebrating it, ugh too cheesy for words.
Mm.. Cheese..
But what an unexpected turn it was. Out of the blue. Like Spongebob spewing out cows. I wasn’t expecting it to happen [No seriously, my face was "OMG" even while sleeping and bathing]
I can’t say I was upset. It’s always nice to receive good news. At least I didn’t wind up being a bitter, single and love-less whiner. Not yet.
Anyway, what a fatass turn it was. But still, VDay’s commercialised and overrated.
Plus, while you’re sitting alone somewhere on a sad little bench, just right next to you will be a hot guy presenting a diamond encrusted pigeon to his girlfriend. It only serves to make these sad people even sadder. And you know how sad it is to see sad people become sadder.
But hey, I got free food, who am I to complain.
My Birthday
Well as it turns out, several people are born on 16th February too.
I found out that the senior councillor who stands in front at the flag poles during assembly every morning shares the same birthday. Forgot his name.
Also, a senior happened to walk past to see the celebration and yay high-five, birthday girl too.
Plus, 2 random secondary 2 girls came up and wished me happy birthday, informing me that Steph had told them about my birthday and hey, one of the girls was celebrating her 14th birthday. Haha, cute.
Anyway, it was the best birthday I’ve ever celebrated. All thanks to Evonne, Fang Lynn, Julien, Aiyan, Rachel Bok and Paula. Damnit, you guys are fantastic.
They brought a cake box during recess. I was thinking, “Damn. Cool. I’m having cake.” Then Fang Lynn brought it over and “dropped” it and screamed! And I screamed too. Argh the cake is DESTROYED, life sucks.
But when I picked up the box and opened it, a cardboard popped out with big words, “Happy Birthday!” written on it, a chocolate bar from Rachel Bok and a note was inside too. Snort.
Then unexpectedly, they brought out another cake box. -_-’
I thought it was another prank cake box, but it looked heavier though.
Then they opened the box to reveal…
A homemade chocolate oreo cheesecake with a beeeg sugary heart
Oolala.
I was deeply touched man. They skipped geography elect lesson just to bake the cake and risk getting into trouble with Yeo Bee Ling, and baked into the night. Err, late afternoon.
It was so cool. The cake, I mean. It was huge and round and gooey with chocolate syrup all over, and one huge powdered sugar heart in the middle.
Plus, there were so many cracks in the cake that they coated it with loads of chocolate powder, syrup and the cracks coincidentally formed a heart shape, so they sprinkled powder sugar over it.
Couldn’t cut the cake because the cheese went all hard after being stored in the fridge.
So we each took a fork and just dug straight in. Aiyan was the most enthusiastic of all, she ate nearly one whole side of the cake. Haha, just exagerrating, but she ate a whole chunk. But the cake was so good, now my mom’s just eating it all up.
Hah, it reminds me of the time Dee, Eunice and I tried baking a cake for Lizard but it ended up tasting like cardboard. Switch around. Ah well. It’s the thought that counts man, not the quality. Use that as an excuse.
Okay. One huge breath:
Thank you Evonne, Fang Lynn, Julien, Aiyan, Paula, Rachel Bok, Edward, T.X, Eddie, Pecky, Lizard, Dee, Eunice, Yen, Kenneth, Shaun, Fiza, Stephanie, Jessie, Gerald, Afiq, Gary, Yong Quan, Wei Rong, Rachel Tang, Amalina, Alex and… Yah. Sorry if I left your name out.
Soo.. Yah people. Thanks.
The most surprising thing I’ve found out this week was that Eason listens to oldies too.
!!!!!!!111oneone. But then again, he listens to Macy Grey and Chicken Little songs as well.
And Sarah too. Listens to oldies, I mean, not Chicken Little. Damnit, so awesome.
Plus Yong Quan and I have similar drawing styles, all the goth-o stuff, except he’s better at it.
Hey, 3C’s getting better and better.
His drawings look flawless, as if he just used single strokes and conjured up a perfect picture. His stuff is flawless, really. He drew a flaming cross (I think) with the letters ‘HBK’ on it. I bet Shawn Michaels would love it if he saw. His drawings are beyond cool, they’re MEGAH KEWL.
All hail Yong Quan.
Now, back to physics.
Why Does TV Suck.
It’s 1.40am. Can’t sleep.
I bet it was the bananas.
Stupid [yah you know I don't mean it] T.X feel asleep at like what, 9.30 or something?! All of you! Freaks! Gnnaaahhh [yeah I don't mean it. I don't, really.]
I flipped through the channels and saw the Grammys. It was just a glance, there they were, The Black Eyed Peas. They were giving out the award for best R&B male artist.
Usher and blah blah were all nominated, but The Black Eyed Peas, one of the black dudes, went like,
“The first nominee, MY MAN, DA DAWG, XXX! 2nd nominee, oh, you’re MY MAN pal, you’re my homey, XXX! 3rd nominee goes to the biggest dawg, one of mah HOMIES! XXX! 4th nominee goes to, oh we’ve worked together before homey, YOU’RE MAH DAWG, XXX!”
How many variations of ‘homey’ and ‘dawg’ and whatever else he said has?
What on Earth does ‘homey’ mean…
Time to check www.dictionary.com!
Homey - Having a feeling of home; comfortable; cozy
Hmm. If you actually put that context into his words, it’ll sounds pretty wrong. Ahahaha. Never mind.
The award went to John Legend. Well at least it didn’t go to Usher, whose albums are just full of sex, sexy women, nonsensical rap, heartbreak, drugs, getting shot, Oh-Yeahs, having sex with sexy women and oh, sex again.
Literature test went pretty bad. All the dumb quotes from King Duncan I had memorised was of no use. Plus, 3 essays in one hour and ten minutes? Hello? Earth to Mrs Poon?
Yippee thing is that no one else managed to finish too. Hah, it’s her, not us. Knew it.
Since I can’t sleep…
3 Reasons Why TV Sucks
Cheap Thrill
Wanna get a kick out of seeing dumb people? Watch American/Singapore Idol. Singapore Idol’s particularly bad because it’s all about the TV show.
They put stupid, tone-deaf people on [like me, except I'd never go on Singapore Idol. What's wrong with you out of tune booboos?] TV for the sake of ratings.
They have to cheek to show us physically/mentally handicapped people trying to sing their hearts out but wind up pissing in their pants, with dramatic swelling music playing in the background to emphasize on their effort on singing without pissing. Touching, alright.
I don’t know whether it’s just me, but Simon’s gotten meaner. And no, he’s not sexy. I tell you who’s sexy: Jude Law. Saying Simon’s sexy is like saying I like to watch dog porn. Yucky, perverse, what the hell and untrue.
He used to give constructive criticism, but now all he has to say is, “You look like you just got pissed on by a blOody lunatic!” in his “sexy” British accent and floods of smses will be coming in saying how hawwt Cowell is.
Nothing’s better than reality TV, seeing humans at their worst eh.
Singapore Shows
Yep, like Singapore Idol. They churn out major booboos like Police & Theif, Tiramisu, Lifeline and god-knows-what, they all sound the same. Lifeline’s particularly hilarious to watch, even the commercials, because Gurmit Singh’s in it.
He’s the dude dressed up in tight shirts in Singapore Idol, and now he plays a fireman who’s in love with a married woman, or something. Sheesh, I’ve never watched the show in my life, and yet you can infer everything from the commercials, because it’s that bloody cliche.
One fat yucko is teenage dramas too. In every commercial, their stoned faces will go, “Pregnant? Smoking? Falling in love with 2 guys/girls/both? You’re not alone, we’re JUST LIKE YOU, join us in our never ending quest to find what is more to life than simply this! Feel my angst, moan moan moan.”
What do you take me for, a bozo?
I mean.. Seriously.
If I were pregnant, smoking and falling in love with lesbians/gangstas, I wouldn’t be sitting at home watching your show, would I? I’d probably be too busy finding the father of my child, filling my lungs with tar or making out with a lesbian, you know, things that are actually more important.
Another huge irritating fact is their acting. I’ve seen paralysed people and botox-injected women with more expressions.
Tiramisu, seriously, what IS that show?
The last time I saw the commercial was when Sharon was saying, “I’m going to Paris!” and the guy stomps off “angrily” and she started to “cry”. You couldn’t have picked a further place than Paris. Why do all these pseudo dramas end abruptly with airport goodbyes?
In almost every Singaporean production on television, they install this.. this weird thingy where people can sms for 50 cents per message and their message gets displayed on tv, which blocks out half of the tv screen.
Hell, I’m watching tv here, not to see people proclaim, “Cowell’s like, sooo hawt!” and “___, I LURBE EU! Togetha 4evah!”
Newsflash, Mediacorp: No one cares.
If I get a boyfriend, I’d never waste 50 cents on sending a mushy message to MEDIACORP to get my message displayed on a Singaporean show which he would never watch if he truly loves me, when I can send it to him instead.
So in other words, these twits who are proclaiming their love on Singapore Idol sms, they simply want attention.
Jackass-The-Movie-Wannabe shows
After the major success of Jackass The Movie, everything’s imitating it. And what channel’s best at it? MTV, duuhh. The Wild Boys, Viva La Bam, Whatever Things, etc.
It’s actually pretty amusing to me, like how WWE is entertaining. The Wild Boys are too.. Err, wild. Damn, they touch rhinos’ dicks and wrestle with anteaters. They’re gonna die early with all the sea urchin poison and rat bites they’ll accumalate.
But still, it’s pretty ouch. As I said, nothing’s better than reality tv to the masses. I don’t really know why, maybe it watching people suffer that makes them feel better of their lives, or maybe watching people have fun makes them jealous.
So you’re either sadistic or jealous when you enjoy/usually watch reality tv. I think I’m on the sadistic side. I actually find it funny to watch contestants pee while singing. Hey, it’s out of the blue, isn’t it.
That is why I watch Starworld and Nickelodeon.
Muse Emo-ly. Eeww.
Happy Belated Birthday, Paula!
And Happy Birthday, Eason aka Yong Jie/Yong Chee/Yong Ghee/Yong Gee/Gay.
Eason is.. Undescribable.
Maybe I should just state a couple of examples..
A couple of days ago during English lesson, Ms Puja taught us the skills for summary.
She asked us to get into groups of 4 and come up with just one summary, Paula, Terence, Yong Jie and I got into a group.
Yong Jie’s worksheet. Sigh. One of the points given on the paper was…
“Water used by golf courses contain harmful substances. The water is drained onto the coral reefs and kilsl them.”
When changed to own words, he wrote..
“Golf courses deprive coral reefs from water.”
My bloody god. And during lesson time, he sings Staying Alive from the Bee Gees. Not that I mind the Bee Gees but.. Wow?!
He also swipes his hair-coated chin on paper, making that sick brushing sound and claiming it’s a goatee.
Tell me that’s not being crappy.
School has been more lively. Lively with crap, but still, it’s funny and lively crap. The girls in class are seriously hilarious. The dudes.. They’re alright.
The only flaw I find is that this class has a tendacy to say, “I’m gonna fail lah!” after every test. The first time that happened, I was a little irritated because it’s pretty hard to fail such a test.
I was proved wrong, a little. Some people did fail. But what they keep saying still annoys me anyway. Usually it’s said just to attract attention from others and hoping they’ll say, “You so smart, won’t fail one lah!”
But it’s just a tiny flaw to pay. I hope. 3C’s gonna be gooooooood, I can feel it.
I didn’t know until a few days ago but T.X kindly informed me that my birthday is coming soon. Why look at that, it is! 9 days away. Whoohoo.
I don’t really need any presents. I was thinking of what to put on my wishlist and discovered I have none.
I can make do without the guitar because Aiyan has lent me one, and I can just download albums off the net if I want CDs. So. Most likely you guys won’t have to buy me presents this year. Whoohoo for you.
Tickets to FF/ Oasis concerts and a guitar of my own are always good, but they cost a bomb! Definitely too much to expect. I’ll say it on the blog if I think of something practical. =)
All I want is to spend some time with friends, if you can spend time with me, that’s good enough.
This is the first time I’m actually happy with my life. Wowee. All the while I’ve been going all LyFe SuxKz when I didn’t realise what I actually had right in front of me. Hey, we actually have really good lives. Excluding the controlling system and all that.
I know later on at some point I’ll feel like crap again, most probably, no, definitely due to a love problem, but it’ll all be fine. I promise.
Anyway, I’m starting to realise that most of the people are starting to muse. Muse intelligently or emo-ly, I’m not certain. One day I’ll tell the difference.
Eeeww. Muse emo-ly.