Sunday, October 03, 2004
friday was a weird, moodswingy day...started out fantastic and started going downhill once the actual lectures (read:
giving out scripts) started. I still maintain that it't not my fault my hormones do the crazy things they do. PMSing is a universal excuse,
God Bless Womenkind.
Today's way better. After something like 13 hours of sleep I spent a lot of today integrating...successfully! Am so glad. Integration's one of those awful maths things that i have strange dreams about. Speaking of dreams: Another strange one last night. I dreamt that the whole A level's was compressed into 24 hours. As in, everyone goes into a big room, and you have 24 hours to complete all your papers, and everyone has the same amount of time no matter how many subs they're doing. And I was flipping cos I had like 6 papers to complete and for some reason my pen kept changing colour and just as I was on the verge of going ballistic (in the dream) the alarm clock mercifully rang. My sagacious mother concludes from this that I am under a lot of stress. Ahh well, isn't that a more or less permanent state of being at the moment? It's so infiltrated that people barely notice.
Had an interesting semi-rant/discussion with a friend that
Singaporean humans are like Singaporean trees. For one, they (the trees) are very
very neat, orderly, and obedient. I mean, look how nicely all the trees grow, in nice little straight rows down nice little straight paths. And trees only grow where the (for lack of a better word that share's its virtue of being suspiciously non-specific)
central planners tell them to. Errant, disobedient trees branches risk being chopped off and carted away, never to see the light of day again. And also: trees can't start sprouting where they want to, even if they did want to. Has anyone ever seen a Singaporean tree start growing on its own from
a seed? No, all our trees are ready grown, transplanted into local soil. ( We need foreign talent even in the gardening arena). YOu know all those things we learn in primary school where you leanr how trees have small, light seeds so that they can get blown to far away places where they can germinate, etc etc? Well, that's useless here. Trees, you're wasting your time.
Its so sad, really. In the process of becoming what we have become, I think we must have forgotten
who we are. I didn't mean to embark on an anti-govt rant or anything, as Jamie's Thami says,
distance breeds objectivity and I am neither. But it still bugs me.
I like this post, somehow. Goodnight
PS: Vas and I had a long SMS conversation, and we decided that the
real reason behind the govt plugging foreign talent was due to the notable lack of quality observed in local guys
Vas:
if you live in tj long enough you kind of forget what a real guy looks like
...foreign talent therefore needed to support the govt's big plan to make people get married and raise the birthrates, etc. Ok, shoot me. I'm not inclined towards being politically correct and sensitive at the moment.
I'm missing
Insomnia48. Darn.
Also: Excellent book of poetry - Stories of
Amnesia by Alfian Saat. It's an AHHH, midnight when its raining kinda book. I discovered it in the library, read two poems and promptly replaced it because I knew I'd be buying it sooner or later. If anyone sees it, tell me. Local non-catherine lim books are surprisingly difficult to find.
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