the first half was okay i suppose, a semblance of fun that we used to have. what brought it was actually a literal regression of our childhood; we went to the playroom on the pretence of baby-sitting the little ones but oh oh the ball pit was just to tempting. so in we went laughing feeling like we're 10 again and i think hey, maybe it'll be fine after all.
sadly, the next day was near disasterous i think. ah well. if it helps, i somehow managed to take a 5 hour nap! something quite impossible at home with mother who just hates to see me stumbling off to SlumberLand, the selfish woman that she is hurhur.
meanwhile, i am in a general state of un-mirthfulness because of:
a. the impending Exams.
b. the prospect of coming up with decent choreography and making sure they all will be able to 'dance' by next um, tuesday.
c. the monstrosity that singapore idol was.
you know what i want to know?
which strings were pulled or who slept with who so that the bloody radio producer woman was made judge. pfft! pathetic. you were awful..awfully good.
*CRINGE*
it's not that the other judges didn't sound painfully scripted as well but shit, the person who wrote that line should be condemned to an eternity of watching reruns of Living With Lydia, Daddy's Girls or hahaha VR Man.
yeah. that would teach the bugger.
its just that there is something seriously wrong when i'd rather watch spongebob. although i would not be quite sure which to pick if it was CatDog. painfully lame vs. painful?
i was arguing with my father dearest who was in his usual style, defending singapore's incompetency which somehow lead to the topic of he-who-will-be-hung and the media people guilty of leading him into the life of a a media clown. the manipulation that the Eville Creatures took part and it would be very much amusing and not so disturbing to visualise them wearing dark hooded cloaks of heavy black cotton around a fire of a worrying shade of emerald plotting Schemes for World Domination.
and i want to take mass communications?
i am not quite sure whether i want to join this cult or not. first off, hoods are like, total no-nos for hair and geez, who can look good in that shapeless sack of a thing?
haha.
NOT.
the thing is, i definitely forsee compromising of principles and manipulating needed to succeed in the media, whether tv or press. and i don't want to do that.
maybe i'll become a kindergarten teacher. but then again, my short return to the ball pit has reminded me that some kids, like the people belonging to the media cult are just born EVILLE. some kids are just frocking assholes! and see, if they were kids my age, i would have hurled scathing sarcasm or at the least, good ol' profanities and vulgarities. but no, can't do that because of watching (and ironically, oblivious) parents. my restraint was leading to an increase of volume for the voice in my head. it was telling me to kill the nasty little bugger! i honestly felt compelled to sit on him, pin him down and stuff the bloody balls down his trachea. better still, stuff it up his head where there is an obvious cavity.
i hope that kid will grow up fat and ugly and miserable and unloved (easily done).
hence and therefore, i do not have the patience to handle these hell minions and cannot be a kindergarten teacher lest i end up in jail for first degree murder of an underaged youth.
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yesterday's national day did not [surprise surprise] leave me bursting with patriotic spirit or tearing at the sound of our national anthem. i am proud to say that yes, the latter has happened to me before! oh oh i was standing watching the flag being pulled up the rusty pole and hey, whaddya know? a dust particle decided to take a tour of my eyeball. the goodness of foreign intervention to leave one all patriotic.
doesn't count because it was caused by an external factor? you saying that *gasp* i am NOT patriotic?
well, there was that time i yawned and gee, i weeped! so there.
*snerk*
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ah yes. i've wanted to rant on this for quite sometime.
this blogger has been featured repeatedly in the newspapers. recently, in the New Paper i think. if this be true, it is quite expected seeing what is published in Singapore's No. 1 [and ONLY doofus!] Tabloid. If i am mistaken, and it happens to have been in the Straits Times, i am seriously doubting the judgement of the reporter then.
in your duty as a journalist, are you not supposed to be in search of truth and expose and condemn falsehood? *rolls eyes* i suppose someone is not doing his job then, because clearly, said blog is NOT the best in singapore and if said reporter [since that is all that he does - report] thinks that is our standard, well, shame shame SHAME ON YOU.
her's looks like it was written by a 7 year old compared to say, karen's. and no, *wags finger* i am NOT not liking it just because it's pink okaaay.
of course, i am not condemning the blogger. it's not her fault that others are amazingly competent at misjudging. the more disturbing underlying current here is that where has all our talent gone? we KNOW it's here. where art thou where art thou save us quick from the disaster that thy disappearance has condemned us to.
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