Nope. As far as my lazy spoilt-brat life is concerned, it just couldn't get any worse. Non-stop queues for one stupid 2-week 'social visit pass' renewal...then they take the passport and tell me to collect it tomorrow. More queueing...lovely.
Joshua (my brother) just acquired an Apple Powerbook G4. Some sort of metallic airbrushed trash. Traitor.
Then - to top it all off - I've just realised something. My laptop is currently being raped by a computer technician reformatting the busted drive...and he's taking his time...over a week now...
So, his 'Powerbook' and my mother's lovely sleek new Vaio laptop are suddenly both working splendidly with the wireless router thing I hooked up. Grrrreat. My own laptop doesn't. To round it all off, Joshua now has a desktop AND a (very good) laptop. Plus plus plus - he's using my name to convince my father to use that $100 discount off an iPod that came with his shiny new piece of fruity junk.
So - I've been stuck here - marooned, rather - on this island (Singapore), sweating until kingdom comes, stranded at home - between two construction sites as the crews rip apart Holland Village for the new Circle Line and the neighbouring condominiums 'redevelop' for the umpteenth time...and I'm just wondering how on earth I am finding myself wishing for the end....but the end of what? The holidays? Surely not - the sheer stress-hell of term-time is infinitely worse.
Did I mention that the third movement of the 'Moonlight' Sonata (C# minor) isn't coming along, no matter how frustrated I get with myself....? I thought it looked okay. The same way I thought Swahili and Biblical Hebrew looked fairly squiggly-easy, eh?
Back to square one.
Friday, July 29, 2005
Sunday, July 24, 2005
Free Chilli Crab
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/talking_point/4711189.stm
The Great British public has finally woken up. Yesterday's shooting of a completely innocent man is a tragedy; the fact that it had to happen is even more of a tragedy.
Yes, I know it's not a representative sample but anyway - judging from the majority of (fairly understanding) comments on the BBC website, more and more people seem to finally understand the meaning of the word 'sacrifice.' 'Freedom' has fewer letters (yeah, it's easier to spell) but it's not going to buy you safety when some nutcase decides to detonate his homemade explosives next to you on the underground. It'll be too late to wish for a fist of steel in a leather glove (the heavy hand of the law) when PC tolerance permits a frothing psychopath with explosives tied to his waist to hijack your bus and ram it into the Bank of England. Sure, the London Met have been branded 'trigger-happy' but they're just doing their jobs...
Here's something ripped entirely out of context:
"Tolerance is not the same as acceptance. It is actually closer to the opposite: tolerance like this is a clever means of repression."
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/europe/4700779.stm
So, I'm making all these insensitive, rather right-wing comments... just remember - I hold a passport of a staunchly Muslim country. Blah, blah, blah - no, no, no - that doesn't give me any cred at all, does it? A bit like saying "Oh, I've got lots of Chinese friends" just before you tell a joke about slitty-eyed Chinamen (I'm Chinese too, by the way - but I guess that doesn't count for jack as I'm a disgrace to my own race by being completely incapable of speaking Mandarin properly)... anyway - so I don't have any cred...just like all the customs and immigration nonsense I'm going to have to put up with once Messrs Blair and Bush decide to 'get tougher' on all those 'towelheads' whose passports bear the star and crescent. Grrrrrreat news, Jason.
On a more cheerful note - under the auspices of the Singapore Tourism Board I get to claim a FREE chilli crab (Singapore's self-declared national dish). FREE to all 'visitors' for the month of July. Hurrah.
Oh yes - Richard's getting married. In October. To some girl. In Australia. She's rich. Congrats to him. Dammit dammit dammit - I knew I should have studied dentistry.
The Great British public has finally woken up. Yesterday's shooting of a completely innocent man is a tragedy; the fact that it had to happen is even more of a tragedy.
Yes, I know it's not a representative sample but anyway - judging from the majority of (fairly understanding) comments on the BBC website, more and more people seem to finally understand the meaning of the word 'sacrifice.' 'Freedom' has fewer letters (yeah, it's easier to spell) but it's not going to buy you safety when some nutcase decides to detonate his homemade explosives next to you on the underground. It'll be too late to wish for a fist of steel in a leather glove (the heavy hand of the law) when PC tolerance permits a frothing psychopath with explosives tied to his waist to hijack your bus and ram it into the Bank of England. Sure, the London Met have been branded 'trigger-happy' but they're just doing their jobs...
Here's something ripped entirely out of context:
"Tolerance is not the same as acceptance. It is actually closer to the opposite: tolerance like this is a clever means of repression."
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/europe/4700779.stm
So, I'm making all these insensitive, rather right-wing comments... just remember - I hold a passport of a staunchly Muslim country. Blah, blah, blah - no, no, no - that doesn't give me any cred at all, does it? A bit like saying "Oh, I've got lots of Chinese friends" just before you tell a joke about slitty-eyed Chinamen (I'm Chinese too, by the way - but I guess that doesn't count for jack as I'm a disgrace to my own race by being completely incapable of speaking Mandarin properly)... anyway - so I don't have any cred...just like all the customs and immigration nonsense I'm going to have to put up with once Messrs Blair and Bush decide to 'get tougher' on all those 'towelheads' whose passports bear the star and crescent. Grrrrrreat news, Jason.
On a more cheerful note - under the auspices of the Singapore Tourism Board I get to claim a FREE chilli crab (Singapore's self-declared national dish). FREE to all 'visitors' for the month of July. Hurrah.
Oh yes - Richard's getting married. In October. To some girl. In Australia. She's rich. Congrats to him. Dammit dammit dammit - I knew I should have studied dentistry.
Monday, July 18, 2005
Stercus
How annoyed can you get? I don't know. Guess. Disappoinment breeds anger, hatred and loathing.
You lousy turd. You lousy, stinking, putrid lump of faecal matter. You don't deserve to exist.
I have one little wish for this pathetic planet. It's a giant bowl of over-ripe tomatoes that ought to be tipped into a cesspool because it can't get any more rotten. Damn you. Damn you. Damn you.
You lousy turd. You lousy, stinking, putrid lump of faecal matter. You don't deserve to exist.
I have one little wish for this pathetic planet. It's a giant bowl of over-ripe tomatoes that ought to be tipped into a cesspool because it can't get any more rotten. Damn you. Damn you. Damn you.
Sunday, July 17, 2005
Short fart
This is the cushion they make me sit on in order to raise my head to be level with other people...
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Almost
When you go home, tell them of us and say: 'For your tomorrow we gave our today'
- Memorial inscription, Salisbury Cathedral
How very fitting, considering the events of the past week. A crazy blur in the whirlwind of time, but then again - life goes on.
I think the whole thing is just that - a big bloody waste of life. Sick, sick, sick. People shielding themselves behind the barricades of political correctness. I'm not advocating a purge - just a good, long, hard think and some tough love...y'know - a 'wake up call,' as Charles Clarke likes to say...
Bumped into David Crosse and Hugh Eveleigh today, a warm afternoon on a Winchester street corner - a lovely coincidence.
Driving through Hampshire reminds me, strangely enough, of somewhere - not so long ago - where I almost became the person I could be today. The 'almost me' feeling, I call it.
Bastille day in an hour - Vive la liberte, fraternite et egalite...!
Perhaps those three almosts might manage to survive these 'interesting times' we're currently living in. Let's hope.
- Memorial inscription, Salisbury Cathedral
How very fitting, considering the events of the past week. A crazy blur in the whirlwind of time, but then again - life goes on.
I think the whole thing is just that - a big bloody waste of life. Sick, sick, sick. People shielding themselves behind the barricades of political correctness. I'm not advocating a purge - just a good, long, hard think and some tough love...y'know - a 'wake up call,' as Charles Clarke likes to say...
Bumped into David Crosse and Hugh Eveleigh today, a warm afternoon on a Winchester street corner - a lovely coincidence.
Driving through Hampshire reminds me, strangely enough, of somewhere - not so long ago - where I almost became the person I could be today. The 'almost me' feeling, I call it.
Bastille day in an hour - Vive la liberte, fraternite et egalite...!
Perhaps those three almosts might manage to survive these 'interesting times' we're currently living in. Let's hope.
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