Homework-ing
Quickie:
I’m totally frustrated and stressed out right now thanks to PW and the mountain-load of homework which is drowning everyone in class. Currently typing out a GP essay which I don’t think I can finish by tonight. Which is why I shouldn’t be typing this.
I particularly loathe PW by the way.
It brings out the misanthropic side of me.
On the bright side, I pulled my first prank in SAJC today.
Hopefully it succeeded, it could go badly. Shall find out tomorrow.
B.I.T.C.H.Y
Okay, sometimes the students in my school can be so bitchy.
Not just annoying or stupid, but just plain bitchy.
My (Julien’s and mine) locker got cleared by the student council today.
Complete shit, right? She had her graphic calculator in there, I had “Dante” and “Brave New World” in there. If these books are gone, I’m seriously going to give them hell.
Sometimes I really feel like slapping them in the face.
Okay fine, technically all the lockers which were being “illegally” used were cleared, which was like 75% of the lockers. But come on lah, there are so many lockers available and if you’re able to get out of paying for them, you would. I bet they would too. Don’t get all holier-than-thou on me.
I don’t understand the concept of paying for a locker. You don’t need any money to run these lockers, they just sit there, they don’t require electricity to work or whatever. So where does my money go? It doesn’t go to the maintenance of my locker, that’s for sure.
Anyway, the point is, they have no right to grab our belongings and throw them into a pile in a corner.
I’m particularly ticked off by their claim, “The Student Council will not be responsible for any loss of belongings.” What nonsense, you took our stuff and if it’s gone, that’s your fault. By claiming that it’s not your responsibility doesn’t mean that it’s not, if you get it.
I was feedback-ing to Renee, the new President (yay), “Hey Renee, here’s some feedback, they’re being really bitchy.”
So Julien, Jiexin and I went to the Student Center to collect our stuff but guess what, it wasn’t opened, even though the notice said that it would be open from 9am to 2pm today. It was only 1pm.
I’m ready to slap some faces.
Creative Writing
I think it’s funny how whenever Singaporeans are encourage to think outside the box and go controversial, they immediately turn to either a) Homosexuality or b) Some juicy sex secret. Which kind of defeats the whole purpose of thinking outside the box or going controversial.
My sister and I bumped into this hilarious looking book in Borders the other day:
I know I’m not supposed to judge a book by it’s cover… But alamak, LOOK at that cover! LOOK at it’s title too. It can’t possibly scream ‘cliche’ more. When I saw the title, I spat, “What the hell?!”
So, of course, seeing a hilarious looking book, I proceeded read the back cover, which served to emphasize its hilarious-ness even more:
A mother finds out her son is gay; a daughter finds out her two mothers are lesbians; a niece stumbles upon the body of her dead uncle dressed in his wife’s sarong kebaya; and an old man’s nascent feelings for a Filipino maid lead him back to his suppressed art.
First of all, “a daughter finds out her two mothers are lesbians”. Well girl, what did you think?! Your mother’s just living with her best friend? Your second mother is your aunt? Throughout the entire course of your life you never once suspected that your “two mothers” could possibly be lesbians? Maybe it’s your own fault then, your mothers probably expected that you knew already.
The rest of it is pretty self-explanatory in terms of its stupidity. It’s as if she tried to stuff as many juicy things as possible into a story. Kind of like a “controversial” soap opera.
Let me try making up a similar plot:
“A husband, after discovering that his wife is a transvestite, falls into depression and a whirl of confusion, and reverts back to his old homosexual tendencies by having an affair with his old lover, who works at a male brothel. A pedophile, after discovering that the last victim he raped was his own long-lost daughter, is washed over with horror and grief, hence leading him to make a human bomb out of himself and bombs up the whole of Ah Tock Street. A hawker, in a desperate attempt to salvage his business in order to pay back a vicious and menacing loan shark who is holding his gay son hostage, sneaks opium into his food to attract more customers…”
I can go on forever. I think my pen name could be something fancy like… “Adelaina Love Tang WanQi” (Can’t come up with a Chinese name so I’m sticking with mine) Then my protagonist’s name could be Wan Si or something, a variation of my Chinese name, which is exactly what this author did. And it must be a Chinese name because only then will the book overflow with local flavour.
I think issues like homosexuality are becoming safe, I mean, I would like to see someone write a book with its plot revolving around a protagonist who is a pedophile, or a necrophiliac.
“The Lies that Build a Marriage” *jaw dropping fabulous book*
Magic Looms and Bullets!
Lessons I Learned from “Wanted”:
1. There are magic looms which generate names of people who should be killed
2. People actually listen to this magic loom
3. Bullets can go round in a full circle, and have the velocity/force to penetrate about 10 heads while going in a circle. I’m know nothing about Physics, but something about that makes me think maybe that’s not very possible.
4. Morgan Freeman’s response to James McAvoy’s question (”Where do all these names come from!?”), “It’s been working for a thousand years-ears-ars…. *cut to scene: Hooded thousand-year-ago-men using the loom*,” is very informative and apt.
5. Bullets swerve at a 45 degree angle to the right, then swerve back to the left at a 45 degree angle. Again, no Physics God, but…
6. James McAvoy looks remarkably like Frodo or Spiderman.
i.e Elijah Wood or Toby Maguire
All in all, “Wanted” was a more vulgar/violent and less funny version of “Karate Kid”