John Cassidy and the Sundance festival

So as of yesterday, my poly life is about to come to a closure. internship doesn't count. So unless I have to stay 6 mths for failure to pass the exams, if not, I'm free. Its over.

So. Anyway, today's ramble involves teens of today. Teens. Angsty is a word often used to describe teens. And the whole "you just dont get it" phrase is understandable. It took me a good few years to get it to my mom that using dial-up internet and a hi- card won't work as well. And It'll probably take me a few more years to finally succeed at winning her over. Anyway, point is. To not get us, is the role of the parent. But kids have taken being angsty to a new level. Its that new age word called emo. I dont get how a person can cut themselves and be unhappy about life, with thoughts about suicide and all that.And the worse part is its over nothing. (why is the sky blue, why is the grass green. Ohhh my heart weeps blood) half of them have a roof over their heads, food in their fridge, a family that finds their presence enjoyable(if not barely tolerable) and friends. So whats the appeal in the whole sad phase. Attention? if its attention they seek, be an actor, or a stripper. you get attention. If its pain you want, put your hand in the mincer. sinces it's pain, why stop at cutting yourself.Go all out, lose a limb, cause a din, go wild! if its darkness you like, with the black and all, then live in a cave, with no lights, in a dense forest. Why go through all that hassle, and put everyone who cares through misery of trying to pull u out of it. stand infront of a truck, do a 60 story dive. Something glorious. Something new, creative. Anything, everything. But just stop wasting ypu life whining about how sad your life is, when it isn't actually all that bad.

Or if you think you can't do this on your own, I can help. I'll give you therapy. $180 an hour.
1800 - ima - dimwit.

ok. I think I'm done. haha.Ramble over.

End!

Great Jumping Mexican Sharks, What Have We Here

Anyway, exams begin tmr and Rev's birthday begins tmr. I think that just mean something hard is going come out for the question. Something like " If I was a bird and you were a tree, but in your contract with God, it said you were a bird, can you sue?" And if you say no, you're wrong. If you say yes, then you're pretty dumb trying to sue God. Well. This is as we're taking media law tmr.

Anyway, I hardly use the term "hot" with women. Ok I lie. I try not to. Its a derogatory term born of lust and shallowness no? Well thats what I think. like for example

A: Wow. She's hot.
B:Ok, so was that an innocent acute observation on your part?
A:Maybe.
B: Or were you implying she's so hot you want to grab her and bag her and use her instead of fire in your next offering to the gods of darkness, oh evil princeling.
A:

Well. I digress. But its like everything in society. with more convenience, comes more crudeness sort.Sort of thing. Like poems aren't as good as they use to be. And I need to learn how to turn notifications off on facebook.

Ok. Time to go procrastinate more on the studying.

Running Dry Like An Alcoholic At Church

So Exams are on tuesday. Andd I'm nowhere near done with studying, or started for that matter. But just because I'm in a holiday mood, I feel like winging it. Just saying.

Anyway, I went dinner with me mum. And While she was looking at desserts, I was looking at the entrance, and this couple was standing there. and I was trying to figure out if the girl was his friend or his girlfriend. Anyway, the waiter asked me a question, but I zoned out, and apparently(according to my mum) he turned to check what I was checking out, and began checking her out too. So. 2 guys at the table, looking at that general direction, while my mum had shout out she wanted chocolate ice cream to snap us out of it. Funny, but not very nice.

So Bloggers back up. AS YOU CAN TELL.which means you'll get pictures. And it sounds like its going to rain. Good. that'll make me want to study more.

Anyway, I think the reason, (and I say I realized, but I'm sure someone already figured it out) that Singaporeans are generally so unhappy with their lives is cause its mundane. work, home, out, sleep. Four basic things. how to spice it up? find things you enjoy. alot. even in this weather. like reading. or skydiving. or wasting money. something. You dont have to get it right now, but slowly you'll find something you like. Just cause you're all old and wrinkly doesnt mean fun shouldn't exist. A person should stop growing once you hit 17.Or trying to grow. like being all mature. that's all baloney. A pretence. LIES!

Anyway, ramble over. for now.

Muse like I'm on Booze.

I see the road ahead. a black tarred road stained with lines pristine and white, meant to guide us, straight as an arrow. Like a stained parchment of immense proportion, it stretched as far as the eye could see. No. I exaggerate. It stretched a mile. to a grass patch. No more, no less. The end, I thought. That was it, wasn't it? an end. A grassy knoll where everyone would, with the white rectangular guidings, reach? I remembered the saying I have long heard, and experienced many times through my own eyes. The grass is always greener on the other side they say.That wrenching feeling in the gut when you see yourself on this patch, and how it yellows before your eyes in comparison to that patch across the ravine.

But this grass knoll has no patch to compare itself too. Not yet. Not till you reach it. So I dropped the deck that progressively got heavier with each step I took. It yearned to be free. I dropped it, and it rolled, waiting, like a stallion awaits its rider. And I got on.

It was a ritualistic, blind road that is premade in an attempt to make us think we are going where we all should be. I swerved to the left when I saw a no entry sign leading to another road.That grass patch yonder would never feel my soles.

Melachony

Oh great. And I thought Blogger's interface couldn't get any worse. Now its bare minimal. Literally.

Anyway, I like the whole new minimal theme actually, forces me to type more and rely less on the pictures for substance. So, haven't been blogging lately. Not much to ramble about. Probably due to the lack of materials. Alot on my mind. like how to squash 2 mths of holidays in three weeks, and issues like that. But nay, I will not bore you with the details.

I have however, been sleeping 12 hour days.Which means my week is technically a 12x7 week. Or less. But it's all in good fun.

So here's some literature, for those who are all sad at heart.

...most pleasent it is at first, to those who are to melechony given, to lie in bed whole days, and keep their chambers, to walk alone in some solitary grove betwixt wood and water, by a brook side, to meditate upon some delightsome and pleasant subject,which shall affect them most...a most incomparable delight it is to melachonize, and build castles in the air, to go smiling to themselves, acting an infinite variety of parts, which they suppose and stongly imagine they represent. - The Freedom Manifesto

What it means, as stated above, is melachony is to be embraced not shunned. With all good there is bad, with all glad, there is sad. So when melachony strikes and thou feels all low, be bold, and go for a singular stroll.

Supreme.Day.Of.Weiners. WHUT?

Sorry about the lack of posts. It hasn't slipped my mind. But Blogger still hasn't fixed their customization bar. that means it's all still text heavy. With no pictures. oh the horror.

So I guess you'll be stuck with me. and my rambles, and babbles and thoughts about life, love and the occasional cookie jar theft.
Or rather, skateboarding and giving comments on any and everything that catches my eye.

So what has caught my eye as of late. Nothing. Nothing has caught my eye. But I can tell you what my eye has been catching. Nothing too. AHA! trick! ok. anyway, I have come to realize(as usual) that we all have tags related to us. Like google keyword search. Some people have "moron" attached to their forehead, while others have "badass" written all over it.

I look at a couple of my friends, I see words like "Charismatic, Pale, Guitar, Soccer" all attached to it. So I dont really have much to talk about this topic.Because my original topic was the over-stated use of words like bad-ass and cool and that sappy kind of love every girl wants.But I've got to stall that till I think of something more solid to talk about with that.

So like all my rambles, here's a question.What tag would you be associated with?

Tags From Craig and Stags

SO Blogspot is being stupid. My entire customization bar is gone. No more spell checks, no more colour change, no more small font size, no more font change. and worst of all NO PICTURE POSTING.

WHUT IS THIS?

In other news, the internet is screwy too. So I'll just answer tags in this post.

Jay: HEY! havent heard from you in abit. Its going good. depending on what it is. haha. Hows things on your end? back for the hols yet?

Sinee: I KNOW RIGHT! haha. then we have 3 weeks of free.free.freedom

Liana: Thank you:D Compass point banquet soon? haha

Rooshdee: 5..4..3..2..1 Annnnnd he's gone again. haha. hello Midgardian

The Bimbo Edition

So I've been thinking about something radical and different to write about. Something away from my normal ramble. Then I realized half the people reading this blog wont be too bothered about me inducing 3 cups of caffeine today to make up for my caffeine deficit the past week.But I just told you still anyway.

Still, I decided on a "how to tell what bimbo that one is" ramble. I think last year or so i came up with a 4 diff type of gansters one. yeah. this one is roughly the same.

So in all my years, and mind you, years is quite long. i was there when they launched the first few SBS aircon double deck buses.I have realized that there are 4 different types of bimbos. And they are as follows.

The Wannabe - This group consist of people whom actually have some matter between their ears. But obviously not enough, because they think that by acting as one(bimbo), they'll be with the cool crowd. and the term cool is not used loosly here. As groups of bimbo's generate far less heat then a normal human as thinking isn't one of the few core processes of everyday life, you'll find groups of them would be called a "cool" crowd. And these wannabe's want in.

The Semi Bimbo - This group is like a those custard puffs. You know custard buffs? They look pretty fu*king solid. they feel pretty solid. but when you bite into it, all you get is yellow, soft filling. Now what I mean by custard puffs is this. From a distance, you cannot tell this people are pretty much zombies. they will tell you who the president is, how broths are made, and what the most popular song is with ease. But upon closer examination and long term exposure to such individuals, you will find. they are pretty much 50% into the bimbo zone. These people have hung too much with the zombies and are becoming one of them. Now do not, for a moment, think them not lethal. Because they act so much like regular people, but they'll slowly make u succumb.

Himbos - This group is new. Its the male version. Metrosexuality at its finest. They can be skinny, they can be fat, they can be beefy. They come in all shapes and sizes. But how do you tell one apart from the crowd is the flawless skin, the loud shrieks that be their voices and the questions they ask. I haven't had much exposure to these males as it's not very healthy, but you'll know.

The Bona Fide Article - These are the bimbos. They are cool(refer to wannabe), they are loud, and they travel like canned- beer. Why like beer? seldom do you buy one can. you buy a 6 pack. yeap. these are them. You cant really say much about them. they can't really say much about anything. but what they can do is yak. not the animal. But talk. and talk and talk. about the most mind-numbing things on earth, or about the resident geek, whom ironically would have more grey matter to share between 10 groups of them. Again beware of these, once they get their claws into you. they gonna sink in like dracula on crack.