Friday, June 29, 2007

blah

My life so far:
Last wed - tea with friends
Last thurs - visa interview. where i was subjected to heat torture. then grey's marathon at nat's house, where i cried like a beeyotch.
Last fri - cafe del mar in the morning. reprieve before injection and facial.
Last weekend - was a homebody, not by choice.

Am now in the Business Times section of SPH, bored out of skull. there are 8 other interns. something tells me i am not needed.
Spoke to another intern, a Dartmouth undergrad. She has worked here for a week and as came up with, researched, pitched and written two stories. And i am here, indulging in what can only be described as the antithesis to hard-hitting journalism. i need to cultivate this little thing called initiative la. but so laaaazy.

ah well. this is probably why she is an sph scholar from the ivy league who is going to MIT to pursue graduate journalism course under MIT scholarship, and i'm not.

in other news, transformers on tues with fiends. transformers is SO AWESOME. it is SO AWESOME that it stirred up memories of me as a 12-yr-old boy, despite the face that i have never been a 12-yr-old boy before. that's how AWESOME it is.

i shall name my son optimus prime. or if i don't get to have a son (due to barrenness, lack of spouse, or a restraining order), my kahpuang shall have the honor. (dunno what the HELL i am saying here. fingers are just moving.)

i love shia lebeouf. he looks like a puppy and is named after food. how not to love.

Another Way To Say No.
Chris: Eh you know the Serangoon area not?
Emil: Yes. I know it as well as the back of my... back.

Kaveh, SPH intern: (sagely) Rihanna should be seen and not heard.
So true.


Ok just came back from hour long tea at canteen. is like school again, except with ppl who smoke.
I have facebooked my colleagues and read their walls. I am fast becoming a freak.
For want of something bettter to do before i can legitimately leave at 7, i shall write more.

but... i have nothing to say. i have no political views whatsoever. here is what i have said about politicians; what i can remember anyway.
on barack obama: wah, he's damn handsome leh. how old is he?
on monica lewinsky: ee, she so fat why bill want.
on gordon brown: dammit. i want to go to his school. (brown university, for the uninitiated.)
on tony blair: wah, he's damn handsome leh. how old is he?
on sarkozy: shit man he don't like foreigners. i can't go paris to study abroad alr.
on lee kuan yew: heehee. a***** go to his house before.

so you see. it's probably a good thing i have that last smidgen of self-awareness not to impose my ignorance on the world.

i love the fact that when ppl ask me about elitism, i can honestly say i've never encountered it because i have been in the thick of it for most of my life.

ok but in the real world, all this will mean nothing and i'll become one of those bitter old women who will have her grave engraved with an epitaph involving the words 'Raffles' 'pwn' 'bite me, suckaas' 'ORA debit card'.

if someone asked me to summarize this post, i wouldn't be able to. testament to my... eclectic brain processes eh.
omg. ok someone just asked me to summarize something.
fate is playing with me k bye.

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