miss weird
dear all who happen to pop their head by to stare at this immobile platform through which I hurl words into the world, i have seriously got nothing to say. I'm sad... there's nothing to talk about. There are no weird people where i work other than this stall holder who never stops smiling. There are no weird people taking the bus on the way to work with me. There are no weird people standing in the shadows on my journeys home.
I miss school. NUS could be called Mars for the number of aliens there. Some perform tai chi in lecture theaters, some (i think they're human) who talk so fast you couldnt see his lips move, some are so arrogant its laughable. Where are the aliens? That's the problem with being a regular, there's no one around to make fun of other than a full colonel who doesnt zip his pants, but you cant make fun of him to his face or you'ld lose your job. hai... i long for the day I'll hear my lecturer who sounds like a toad being squeezed to death. I miss complaining about exams. The notalgia is killing me.
oh please, stop the lies
Monday, December 18, 2006
FARTED @ 8:39 PM
Apalling...
I read this article in today's The Straits Times Urban, and I was deeply affected by it. I intend to let it be known that I do not support such judgments. Allow me to quote the entire article.
Celebrities with no real skills - namely reality-show stars - a a deeply self-adoring lot. A recent study of 200 celebrities by professors Drew Pinsky and Mark Young of the University of Southern California found the biggest narcissists to be from this category - think hotel heiress Paris Hilton and sidekick Nicole Ritchie in The Simple Life.
So it perhaps comes as no surprise that a certain local celebrity blogger and co-host of a new reality TV show share similar traits.
In a recent episode, she went on a blind date with a man whom one may justifiably say is not most girl's idea of a dream guy.
You wonder why she agreed to such a set up. Perhaps she sees the show as a new outlet to flaunt her eyelash extensions and loud personality?
Watching her on-screen antics almost made moi - in the oft-used words of the ink slinger herself - vomit blood.
All the times she waxes philosophical about a woman's right to "enhanced beauty" on her blog are - I now realise - but spirited defences of her attempt to set right her own self-admitted imperfections. Yes, many people - moi included - are insecure about their looks. Nothine wrong there.
But to purposely plant onself next to an average-looker (in the TV show) so as to appear that much prettier is an indictment of a lack of confidence and consideration.
"Narcissism is not about self-love," Pinsky told The New York Times. "It's a clinical trait that belies a deep sense of emptiness, low self-esteem, emotional detachment, self-loathing, extreme problems with intimacy."
Miss Blogger might want to learn a thing or two about self-worth. I am brutally offended... is the writer saying that bitch is more attractive than that guy she was set up with? No chance...
STFU you narcissistic bitch
Thursday, December 14, 2006
FARTED @ 6:19 PM
keeping this thing alive.
ok, i need to keep this thing alive. I'll list out what's happened to me since the exams ended.
1. the exams ended!!!
2. Caroline's/Gilyn's birthday thing.
3. MY OWN BIRTHDAY!!! I got lotsa cool stuff. I'll show you guys the pix once I have access to my camera phone again. Baby gave me a bag with my name infused into the design, damn freaking nice. MMMMMMMMMUUUUUUUAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! Ok, i shall stop being soppy and melodramatic on my blog or i'll soon become like someone else I know.
4. I experienced my first day in camp talking to a full colonel and trying to stop myself from exploding with laughter cos the whole time he was talking to us his pants were unzipped and he was commenting that it's very cold.
5. I discovered the Sims.
6. out of shear boredom, i started a new webby to compile short stories. click
here if you wanna check it out. leave a comment please. and start from the first episode.
7. I got bored of the Sims.
8. I started running again.
What else have i accomplished in this week or so? I am proud to inform everyone who reads this blog, that I, Dean Amir Singh, has accomplished... absolutely NOTHING. but, who cares, its the holidays.
live, damn you, LIVE!!!!
FARTED @ 2:23 PM
