Fuck.
Deep Shit
When all your mum can say is, “Oh. You’re in deep shit,” (or at least the Mandarin equivalent of such a phrase) when you tell her your problem – you know you’re in really deep shit. Especially when she doesn’t have any advice to give and says that you have to sort it out yourself.
The downside of confiding in people with this problem is that there is no solution or advice that can be given, so the look of pity and doom on their faces just makes you feel worse because you realize that you’re actually much deeper in the aforementioned shit than you thought you really were.
Eyjafjallajokull
Volcanoes in Iceland: 1, Us: 0
Flight to London got cancelled. What a horrible time for this dumb volcano to finally erupt after 190 years. MOTHER NATURE JUST HAD TO DO ITS THING RIGHT NOW? Couldn’t it hold in its crazy shit for a little while longer? I mean, it’s already been 190 years, what’s a couple more weeks… Surely there’s no God.
What kind of dumb name is it anyway – Eyjafjallajokull. Looks like someone just banged on a keyboard when it came to naming it. Pfft. Okay I’m just in a shitty mood.
And the unpacking commences…
I haven’t updated properly in a while, I’m just gonna list it out.
1. I dreamt that I was stranded in a strange, dilapidated store that sold everything from CDs to stationary. So I bought a really cool ruler that could bend in any way possible (hmm there should be one in real life, it would be great for drawing curves) and a couple of albums by Def Leppard and Metallica. Then suddenly I was in a huge khaki-coloured Cadillac. Levin was driving, ZW was in the passenger seat, Monique and I were eating yogurt in the backseat while I admired my ruler. We wanted to get out, but it was raining really heavily, so I grabbed an umbrella which turned out to be broken anyway, and we ran into a canteen and met the rest of the class. While eating, a humongous monkey (in my dream it was called a Sloot Monkey. Wiki says it doesn’t exist though, it suggested ’slow monkey’ wtf) climbed up a tree, jumped onto our table and ate all our food. We all screamed.
Can’t really remember what else happened, but I think I died at some point.
2. A conversation I had with my dad before my law interview –
Dad: You know, when the interviewers ask you if you have any questions, you have to ask a good question!
Me: Yeah I know, like what?
Dad: Hmm.. You should quote Aristotle! *ponders for a while* Ah! Say, ‘Aristotle once said, politics is the master of the land, well I think it can be rephrased to, law is the master of the land.’
Me: Uh, but that’s not a question (and besides, it’s an incredibly douchey thing to say)
Dad: Okay, ‘Aristotle once said, politics is the master of the land, I think it can be rephrased to, law is the master of the land, WHAT DO YOU THINK?’
Me: What?! I really don’t think they’re referring to those kind of questions…
Dad: You gotta be philosophical to stand out from the crowd! You can’t ask stuff like, ‘Oh what are my chances of getting into law’ (at this point, my mom piped up from the background, ‘NEVER ASK THAT!’) or what career options there are, you’ll sound superficial!
Me: Yeah but… Quoting Aristotle’s stupid.
Dad: Okay okay I know, you should say, ‘Hmm after this interview, I am wondering what exactly do I search for in the career of law, I guess this is a question that I should actually pose to myself instead of asking you.’
Me: *facepalm*
And my dad is a political science lecturer with a Ph.D.
Needless to say, I didn’t quote Aristotle during my interview.
3. I went for a few of my dad’s political science tutorials too, to beef up on my knowledge on Singapore politics. I was looking forward to it because he’s always telling me hilarious stories about his students saying stupid things, it always causes him “Brain damage” as he calls it. Plus, he insisted that his classes are “Awe.some.” (that’s how he pronounces it – stressing on both syllables to emphasize just how awesome he is)
It turns out that I think most of his students are actually pretty bright and passionate about Singapore politics, but I’ll just talk about the bimbotic moments because it’s more interesting that way.
In the second tutorial, where the majority of the day’s bimbotic moments occured, my dad was talking about street level bureaucrats and how they’re extremely important in portraying a good image of the government to maintain a good relationship between the government and the people. Whenever he threw out any questions related to politics to the class, the class would keep quiet and avoid all eye contact. But then the topic somehow meandered into the subject of the quality of service in Singapore, at this point sleepy heads tilted up upon sensing that a bitching session about Singapore was in order.
Dude with a motorcycle helmet: Yah, you know, whenever I get a parking ticket, I curse the gah-men!
Bimbo #1: Recently right, Zhang Ziyi came to Singapore and she wanted to go into one of the shops at like 10pm, but the service staff refused to let her in because it’s closing time already and Zhang Ziyi was very angry. So I think the service in Singapore is quite bad because they don’t even let the VIPs enjoy special privileges and it gives a very bad impression about Singapore. I think the service in Thailand and Indonesia is so much better.
Bimbo #2 (girlfriend of Dude with motorcycle helmet): *tries to be analytical* I think this is subjective. Personally, I’ve encountered very bad service in Thailand and Indonesia! So some people may get good service in Singapore, some don’t.
Rest of the bimbos: *nods their heads*
Me: *facepalm*
4. My Omnia has already run out of space for my music 
What the hell, this is already 8GB of music? This is only half of what I want to put inside! I hate having to delete songs to make space for new ones. I can’t fit in the discography of The Beatles, this sucks.
5. The Buzzcocks are awesome.
6. Getting a Formspring account seems to be the new trend – I see people incessantly posting on Facebook or on their blogs to ask them questions, which is getting irritating because it’s yet another medium for people to boost their own ego by satisfying the need to share every detail of their lives to everyone who is willing to listen, along with twitter and whatever else. Oh wait, I guess blogs are counted too. Oops. Haha.
Hooo, I haven’t bitched in a long time. It really helps to cope with the stress.
Law interview at SMU went well I think (the interviewers were such awesome and funky people), and just found out I got shortlisted for NUS architecture.
It seems that I’ve been getting a lot of shit lately about my two choices. I don’t see why you can’t have an equal amount of passion and interest in two different things. It’s not like they’re opposites, they’re just different.
Besides getting the aforementioned shit lately, seems like a lot of good things are happening recently, academically and otherwise. I ought to be happy.
But all these good things seem to have a flip-side to them, everything might eventually go down the crapper.
I hate having to make these awful decisions. Saying that I’m at crossroads would be like taking lyrics from a cheesy Britney Spears song, but I totally get the feeling man. Hah.
I think the London trip would be a good break from all this, and the weather too (Seriously, Singapore is practically hell on Earth. The Simpsons movie had the right idea – we should just whack a huge dome over Singapore and air-condition the hell out of it).
Anyway, recently I got addicted to watching South Park again. I didn’t use to like it very much because it seemed too crude and I didn’t get it, but now, I totally get it! And even though it does get crude sometimes, it can get brilliant too! Plus, when Shane said that all the episodes are on southparkstudios.com, I was like, WHOOHOO.
I want a cute Cartman plushie. I’d hug it to sleep.
Then when you press its tummy, it’d squeak the bunch of swear words and racist comments that Cartman always makes.
Sigh. I need to spend my time thinking about the serious stuff.
While rehearsing for the interview, I tried talking to thin air but realized that it’s difficult when there’s no focal point, so I chose the angriest looking head statue I could find in the house and talked to it instead…
So, I’m talking to a frowning Vladmir Lenin now about why I want to study law and about Thailand’s politics. I was deciding between Lenin and Beethoven because they both look so furious in a me-against-the-world way, but in the end, Beethoven was too heavy to carry down from the shelf. Plato looked too calm. I thought Lincoln looked a little funny. Hmm maybe I should just assemble all of them together, like a panel of interviewers…
Hopefully the interviewers will look less, uh, upset than my head statues do.
After splitting a Great Yankee Chicken Burger four-ways at New York New York… (That burger was MASSIVE)
Sarah: Ugh. I’m so full, I feel like I’m going to give birth to a bunch of little chicken burgers.
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Anyway, so my job-free days are now filled with exciting adventures around Singapore. Managed to visit the Quest for Immortality exhibition last week, but I’ve been too lazy to post the photos because it’s such a tedious process. I don’t know how other people can patiently insert the memory card into the computer, pick out the photos they want out of the hundreds, upload them onto a photo-hosting website (which takes an eternity), crop/resize/photoshop the photos, copy-paste the codes onto blogger/wordpress/livejournal and manually refer back and forth between the two websites to make sure you’re writing about the photo that you’ve just copied-pasted. I could study my entire A level curriculum again within that time-frame.
Eh ignore the dude over there, didn’t realize he was in the photo.
Origami section where you can fold your own pyramids, but I think they just look like cones.
My pyramid and Shane’s pyramid.
They killed and ate giraffes!
Shane figured that the symbols represented some kind of recipe, like knife/blade = kill, duck = kill the duck, frying pan = cook the duck.
Anyway the exhibition was a bit “meh”, but we found a really awesome book at the souvenir shop which showed all the vintage Singaporean stuff, like photos of cinemas back in the 70s and the advertisements and products sold back then. One of the other books even had revamped recipes of food that was often cooked during Singapore’s war-time. Was really tempted to buy, but somehow I think it’d end up like the Six Feet Under book I got – pretty and nice to look at for the first couple of times but will end up sitting on my shelf gathering dust.
We came across this creepy advertisement to promote vegetable-eating habits in children. What the hell, what kid would be enticed to eat carrots after seeing this creepy dancing old carrot?! Good grief, look at its/his(?) shoes! Look at the supposed beauty mole on his ankle! Anthropomorphism is just plain weird. But I thought it was funny that Doctor Carrot had a cleft chin haha.
We found out that there was an on-going exhibition upstairs on Singapore in the olden days, which turned out to be quite awesome and unlike those melodramatic museums of Singapore during war-times that they always make us go to when we were in primary school. Remember tutu cakes when we were younger?! Mmm.
Shane: What the hell, this is obviously a man in drag.
Me: Yah!
Then we watched the video that was located behind the painting, which was pretty what-the-hell because they didn’t explain anything at all about the painting except for the first 5 seconds when it simply stated that it’s actually some princess (oops) of Johor of Turkish descent, then it went on to show an interview of an old inter-racial couple. Heh?! But the old couple was quite sweet.
Massive camera
Awesome exhibition of the old plastic bags/paper bags used back in the olden days.
Places to explore or things to do next: Bird Park/Zoo/Underwater World, possibly Zorbing (looks hilariously fun, couldn’t stop laughing when Denise told me to check it out), and of course, London!
!!!
I am ^_^ and @_@.
I was excited at first, now I’m scared shitless. I have to sound worldly and knowledgeable at the interview, which means hopefully no bimbo moments will surface, like, “Ehh… [insert country's name]? Is that a kind of pie?” Sigh.
Annoying Technology
Ugh I just got an Omnia II to replace my phone that kept rebooting itself and iPod that has way too little space for all my music, and it’s driving me nuts. Maybe it’s a female thing but I’m totally not cut-out for all these technological thingies. I can’t figure out how to “Sync” my “device” with the PC and whatever shit, I just don’t get it. Both the manual and google don’t help either. The files appear in my computer, they “sync” in windows media player and appear in the Omnia file thing but it just doesn’t appear in the phone itself! Christ. Think I should have gotten a simpler phone to suit my technologically-impaired mind.
Solved by a tech-savvy friend! 
This isn’t going to end well…