I really ought to update, there's so many juciy and bitchable news around I can't resist the temptation to let my fingers do the talking.

                                                  "give me my rights!"

I was doing my GP comprehension on monday which was supposed to be homework over the weekend, but that's besides the point. So anyways, it was on animal rights. One passage against it, and one passage for it. What's new. Ok, moving on, I see how this Reagan person was trying so hard to argue for the world to adopt animal rights, i.e, abolition of sporting and commercial hunting, no animal testings, bla bla. I don't quite understand. Has he even contemplated what's going to become of the world if we adopt animal rights? For starters, we'll all probably go the veggie way. Worse, medicine that might cure aids cannot be tested effectively and we would still have to let latex stand between our love. EVEN MORE HORRIFIYINGLY, we either have to a) see Paris Hilton naked because now she has a better excuse "oh my furcoat got taken away from me or b) see her start a new "trend" of wearing metallic tank tops. My point being? There're so many things going on around the world that requires more attention than giving animals rights they won't even be thankful for so why bother?? Don't get me wrong I love animals but I just think they are cute the way they are. I can't imagine the day I take my dog for a walk and smack him in the ass for pissing on my shoes and then get handcuffed away for not respecting it. Oh sorry, "him".

Moving to the next continent, a German couple are contesting for incest to be legalised! Now that's certainly more important than giving Scooby-Doo his rights. This concerns the moral fabric of society, and the code of behaviour we as homo sapiens adhere to. Apparently the guy got abandoned by him mom, found her when he was 22, realised he had a sister, and fell for her. They made out and had 4 kids, and each time a kid was born he was jailed. Talk about not learning your lesson. Incest is largely taboo, and if legalised could bring about complications and ultimately catastrophic repercussions. Do we need to take this risk? Although I still don't know why anyone would find their sibling sexually appealing, maybe it's understandable in certain cases, like the one mentioned above. But seriously, making out with your sister? That's something the producers of "Friends" would be proud of.




And last but not least dropping by our tiny dot of an island, one of the latest debates in the sports pages of New Paper is one where "hardcore" fans are lambasting this guy who said he switched from supporting Liverpool to Man United because of peer pressure. Comments from the "real" fans say "we don't need that kind of fan", "that boy's a joke" and even "Loyalty's important. It's like marriage, you stick to one."

OMG GUYS. You all seriously need to fucking chill. We all have our favourite clubs, we all support some teams, but who the fuck has a right to say I'm a bastard if I switch from Arsenal to Man U? It's MY bloody favourite club, not yours, not Al Gore's, certainly not Gongkia's, no, it MINE. Can u imagine changing your underwear from Crocodile to Calvin Klein and then have people slamming you for changing brands, just because Crocs ride up your crotch but CK doesn't?! The sheer absurdity of this is too appalling I'm still coming to terms with it. And come on, let's face it. You're not going to get any rewards for supporting a club your whole life. Maybe just that sense of satisfaction for a few nights when they win in derbies or crucial matches. Steven Gerrard isn't going to shake your hand for supporting Liverpool for 40 years. Thierry Henry isn't going to piss all over you for wearing an Arsenal jersey in your own living room everyime you watch Arsenal play. Wayne Rooney certainly isn't going to give you boxing lessons for singing "Glory Glory Man United" while in the shower. So come on. Let the boy have his club. And comparing supporting a club to marriage. Even the most chauvinistic faggot would feel offended for women.

Global temperatures are rising, ice glaciers are melting, carbon emissions are at an all time high, people are dying, polar bears are drowning, America's having animal rights arguments, Europe's facing the possibility of legalisation of incest, and right in our small tropical island people are getting worked up over "football converts". Hmmm......

"In case of fire, do not use the lift. Use water."

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I know I've not been updating as often as I should, but free time is really a premium now and block tests are so near so updates will be down the pecking order for the time being.

In the meantime, I shall show the world my latest baby!!



Now, I really feel like my one and only god, Michael Ballack.

Ok time to go.

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"John Tucker Must Die"



I've long wanted to write about this movie I watched some time ago but always didn't have the time and inspiration to do so. OKAY OKAY I'm a lazy bum with a fat ass and a baby face. Lol that made no sense but anyways, here's my late late tribute to the movie "John Tucker must die", starring Jesse Metcalfe of Desperate Housewives fame and 4 other chicks men would die for.

At first when I saw this movie I thought what many people did. Stupid movie with a very imaginative name. And when I heard the synopsis, I thought I'd only watch this movie if Kim Jong Il threathens to napalm my house. Or if I was homo and wanted to get off to Jesse Metcalfe. I was wrong. This movie is good. In fact, awesome. And I attribute it solely to the 4 smoking hot female leads. Brittany Snow, Ashanti, Sophia Bush and Arielle Kebbel. I mean, who can resist it when the 4 of them are at their sluttiest sexiest best? WHO? Maybe even Elton John would feel something stirring below when he sees this movie. Maybe....

The plot of this movie is not very original. It's set in high school, which makes it seem like the average teen movie, like "Cinderella Story" or "Freaky Friday". Which are both travesties, movies which I absolutely see no sense in, partly because of Hilary Dufff and Lindsay Lohan who showed that as long as you act when you're young it doesn't matter if you are fat, ugly or untalented when you grow up because Hollywood could still use you. Anyway I'm not sure if it was a pre or post boob job Lohan in Freaky Friday, but I guess it wouldn't matter anyway.

I wanted to explain how cool the movie was, but I realise I can't. Because quite truthfully, the thing that makes this movie good is, undoubtedly, the 4 girls. So I should just focus on a visual analysis of the 4 girls. LOL.

1. Brittany Snow



The transformation of her from the average Jill to the sexy and sultry hottie is amazing, and highlights the importance of the hair. The hair can make or break some people's face, and with a new hairdo she looks like a goddess. She has this youthful and sexy appeal about her. Plus of course she played real hard to get on the instructions of the trio, which can only make her sexier.

2. Ashanti



This has gotta be one of Ashanti's best looks ever. Her hair is nicely done, her persona is very expertly potrayed and when she does her "tilt the head" trademark it is cute and attractive. Omit all images of her looking like crap in Coach Carter. This is the shit. Seriously, who can resist it when you've got Ashanti looking like that? Gimme a break man.

3. Sophia Bush



I initially thought she was the prettiest of the lot. I think it's her hair color, but later I thought it was her eyes. Whatever. She's just awesome to look at. I think I've got a thing or two for girls who love veggie, and her character was supposed to be a vegetarian, so that's cool. I also saw her in getting Punk'd by Ashton Kutcher on MTV and she was really cute then.

4. Arielle Kebbel



I last saw Kebbel in American Pie 4, which was one of the sweetest AP movies ever. Anyway, I knew then that she has a really nice face to go along with that body. Maybe it's her character, she's not really pretty, but there's just something about her. It's the hard on the outside, soft on the inside charm. Ah-ha, it must be! It is good to see her being at her sexiest best once again but I hope she doesn't get stereotype with teen movies. She can act.


tell me this isn't worth dying for

To sum it up, this movie is a must-watch if you've not yet been exposed to this 4 beautiful people. Like I said, it isn't very original, but trust me, you won't watch it for the plot. And it's a good movie to watch with your girlfriend because it sweet. And no it won't open up a can of worms. Enjoy.

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I've been hung up over All-American Rejects' not so latest single "It Ends Tonight". It's one of the few songs outside X Japan's works that has a nice tune and cool lyrics to go along with. I think their lyrics are always somewhat similar in style, I can see certain traits in Straitjacket Feeling and this one. Both are good shit. And I've got a thing with Tyson Ritter's voice. The angst sort of reaches out to me. Bah whatever.

I'm seriously lagging behind in math. Now we're at complex numbers but I'm still going through vectors. Haven't even started on vectors on a plane. Is it me or is the lecturer just going too fast? I can keep up with chem, econs, but math just rapes my balls. It's as if every math lecture is a water-treading test and I'm treading water 1m below the surface. I'm fucking drowning! Zz. And my fatigue isn't really helping either. CNY holidays better provide me with some goooooooooooood sleep.

Last Friday the second bath of Saints went to Vivo to catch "An Inconvenient Truth". I've watched endless such documentaries on National Geographic and Discovery Channel. and I find all of them sorely lacking the most important point. See, the graphics are indeed shocking, the figures do make our hearts to a 360 somersault inside, but all this messages are useless if the movie cannot tell us, common folks, what we can do about global warming! So many a time people watch these shows, think about if for 5 minutes after it ends, then drive to the nearest Punggol Nasi Lemak branch for a good supper. We are not Bushes, certainly not Putins, we cannot sign protocols for fun. We cannot attend worldwide conferences on global warming to discuss these issues. So tell us what we can do! Or else, all the intentions of such documentaries will only go down the drain. Well, at least this movie tried to show people what to do. But at the end when credits are rolling. What for?

Tomorrow is Valentines', and today I see many of my teammates rushing to touch up on their gifts for their girlfriends. Me? I'll be spending it with a Lotto ball. Niceeeeeeeeeee. :D

BYE.

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In a frenzied week, Singapore won the Asean Football Championships.

And I won $39 from it.

Maybe I should put my predictions somewhere here so people can benefit.

Final Score: Singapore 1-1 Thailand (agg. Singapore win 3-2)

My bets: Guess the score: 1-1, Total Goals: 2

HAAAAIIIIYYAAAAA.

small bet small win. sweeeeeet.

Ima immerse myself in some X Japan goodness.

Bye.



IM DATELESS ON VDAY. LOL.

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I don't know how many times I've reiterated this, but I seriously need sleep. I think there's something wrong. I always wake up in the middle of the night to either grab the pillow that's on the floor or cover myself with the blanket, and I think that's compromising my sleeping time. I can't seem to sleep long hours, I wake up automatically after 6/7 hours. That's fucking sad. Bah.

Anyway Singapore's run to the final of the Asean Football Championships is indeed worthy of mention. This team seems to be able to play some decent football and put together some nice passes, which is indeed crowd-pleasing. Being at the stadium to watch the final was indeed memorable, with it being the last competitive match ever at the National Stadium and also with Singapore coming full circle and beating Thailand 2-1 to cap a magnificent end at Kallang.

Although I must say, fucking Thais have to spoil the first leg. Just because a bad decision was accrued to them doesn't mean they get to storm off the pitch like a kid just robbed of his first ice-cream. Get a fucking grip. It's just unsporting, disgraceful, and downright ridiculous.



In the 65th minute of the 1982 World Cup semi-final between France and Germany, France defender Patrick Battiston was put clean through, only for German goalkeeper Harald Schumacher to take out the poor Frenchman with a tackle that completely knocked him out, requiring oxygen in the dressing room before heading to hospital. But the referee awarded Germany a freaking free kick, the goalkeeper escaping without even a yellow card. But how did France respond? They took it in their stride, and although they lost the match on penalties, they strived and fucking won the World Cup in 1998 followed by European Championships in 2000. That's pure class. And that's probably why Asean football will struggle to achieve the standard of their European counterparts. Not to mention the South Americans.

Ok a moment of trivia from me. But I can't stand it I seriously need sleep ok Ima skip the Arsenal match later for some well-deserved rest. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.


'her heart is breaking in front of me

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I shall talk about something milder, lest I get the perpetual comment that my posts sound too angsty or contrived, which really prompts me to think how difficult it is to satisfy everyone even in virtual reality, but also most importantly the alarmingly large number of people who tend to overlook that this is MY blog and hence MY style of posting which does not need to have a rationale of any sort. But that's besides the point.

An interesting discussion surfaced during Civis on Friday and it occured to me how it can be applicable in most of our daily lives. It's about punctuality being linked with hypocrisy, and it provides some tasty food for thought. Yumm.

With the burgeoning number of mobile phones, punctuality is being phased out slowly but steadily. Nowdayas, as I gathered from reading this short passage about mobile phones, most meeting times are agreed just hours or even minutes before. Coupled with the ease of contacting each other, people tend to change meeting times right at the eleventh hour, which I personally feel is abusing the use of mobiles. Whatever happened to the basic courtesy of arriving earlier, or for the matter, right on time? Being able to contact and inform the other party readily is not reason enough to be late. It's really bewildering how man continues to declare himself to be a civilised and intelligent species when we are gradually abandoning the principles that make us one.

Yet, people can still discipline themselves to be punctual for certain occasions. Tell me, when have you ever took your own sweet time and ended up being late for a date with your special one? Would you ever dare to be late for a Valentines' Day meal with your loved one? Please spare me from the moronic "fashionable late entrance" to show your authority/maintaining control over the guy. FYI, being late does not give you the slightest control in a relationship, unless your boyfriend is a totally insecure self-deluded fuck. It just shows your lack of respect for the other party, and unless you have the body and face of a Playboy bunny, it simply means you have to start looking for another toy-boy. Moving on, choosing to be punctual for important meetings but allowing oneself to drag and turn up late for "less-important" functions. Hmm. Doesn't that sound absolutely hypocritical?

The worst excuse or rationale for this would be for one to use the bond(friendship, brotherhood,bla bla) to give oneself the leeway to be late. Taking advantage of friendship and trust is worse than scoring an own goal from the halfway line. To those whose friends think like that, maybe it's time to rethink this friendship/relationship.

Am I making a hash out of something so minute? Am I creating a storm in a test-tube? Punctuaility only, what a snob Siang is. Many people would definitely think so, just to cover up for their lack of time-management and self-discipline. In any case, to all the angst-spotters, I hope I did not meet the mark on your angst-meter to prompt an abso-fucking-lutely redundant remark of "angsty post". That's like saying, "what an english post." But then again, maybe my language is so poor, some people couldn't tell my post was in English at all! Maybe............ :D

Was there ever a universally acceptable excuse for being late?

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You know how sometimes, little things just get on your nerves and irritate the fuck out of you. Really tiny, minute details that normally people don't even pick up but it just pricks you so much that you feel as if you were placed in room with a thousand savage wasps that just had combat training from Leon Trotsky, who is a military genius, I must say. But that's besides the point. The one thing that never fails to make my balls boil is poor lingo.

See, I notice how people like to use the word "like" in their sentences, especially when attempting to explain something. Here goes. "And so, the democrat republican system's rather complex, LIKE the govt tries to.........." WHATEVER I DON'T FUCKING CARE. It's really fucking irritating to keep hearing it repitatively. I was in GP class, this person was explaining something and she used "like" 8 times under 3 minutes. Now that's one for the record books. "Most number of times someone can piss the fuck out of you under 3 mins." Come on, if you're gonna use a stupid word to cover up for your lack of vocab do it subtlely! Imagine having a dick on your head and not even bothering to cover it up, either with a veil or some lameshit excuse like "Oh that's a blister." And please. The reason why you're using "like" is because you're stalling for time, meaning you haven't comprehended enough to make a judgement. So don't venture where you can't see. Stop torturing your brain, however dense it is. Come on.

Another aspect of lingo that really peeves me is accent. I just don't understand why some people must speak English with that sort of irritating fucking accent just because 80% of people their race do. Why can't you all use the english language properly? Whatever happened to articulation? What's with that slang? What's with the twirling of the tongue? Does it make you more stylish? No. Does it make you more respected? No. Does it grant you a free backstage pass to a Victoria's Secret lingerie show? Definitely not. So why? Picture the Holocaust. That's the pain I feel everytime I listen to someone speak with a ridiculous accent. Please people. Articulate. Enunciate. Spare me.

Maybe sometimes I myself am guilty of the above habits, I don't know, but still, it's preposterous. And having to experience it day in day out really takes a toll on my health. God. I think I need Anger Management classes. LOL. Nah I'm so nice so calm so composed.

ZZZ.

:D

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It needs to be said that I'm not doing as much work here as I should, but time is a limiting reagent in this experiment. So much to do so little time.

Shall update soon. No time, no time.

:)

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I fucking hate my class now. Seriously. It has reached the stage whereby I totally feel lost, despair, hopelessness, like being stuck in a desert with a 80GB iPod video. Today during math tutorials, I had to sit through what has become a norm over the past year, my tutor going through, NOT the normal tutorial questions, but the extra practice questions. Questions you only do when held at gunpoint by a raging Afgan screaming for independence.

Go on, tell me how it will benefit me, how the dilligence and brilliance of the scholars will rub off on me and make me a better person. If dilligence and brilliance can rub off on people like how dipole attractions do, why aren't all the Newtons famous? Why aren't all the Einsteins genuises? Why don't we all crucify, rape and tear the goats off the mother fucker of a teacher who claimed Albert Einstein is stupid? Those who still stand by the opening sentence of this paragraph, maybe you should stand in the middle of the Gobi Desert with an iPod video and see if the fucking cactus which still grows in such hazardous conditions can inspire you to get the fuck out of there.

I'm not saying they are mean people, they certainly are the nicest people ever. Most of them, at least. You can honestly tell that they have a heart of gold, that when you ask them questions they sincerely want to help you and not hope you get fucked by the tutors. In fact, right at the start, I thought it'd be something like the locals vs the scholars, but somehow I feel like I'm closer to some scholars than the locals. More on that later. But with the departure of Abhishek, lessons have seriously become unbearable. There's no one to turn to, there're only 3-4 people in class who I can remotely connect to.

Seriously I was damn happy when I got 9 points and got into SAJC. 9 was the cut-off, I got 9-0, hence the elation and euphoria. But then I'm being thrown into such a class, it's like being the first person to climb all the way to the top of Mount Everest only to die of frostbite just when you were about to plant your flag, and then having your remains ferried by savage vultures into Chernobyl where you're later identified and being accussed of causing the nuclear metldown. Or maybe filming yourself bedding Paris Hilton to show off to your friends only to have them laugh at your inadequacy by choosing to sleep with her. That's about as shitty as shitty can get.

The only thing that's keeping me going is my CCA. There are times when I really feel like withdrawing, or opting to retain in hope that I won't end up in a scholar class again. Don't tell me, "there're locals in your class what, they should understand you." No, they don't, and if I were to elaborate on that it would take me about the time I take to finish a dissertation on Paleontology. Which is, forever. They're about just as bad as Chen Weilian actingt. Maybe he can do better. In fact, if I had to pick someone to go out with in my class or face a raging bull I would choose the bull unless it had something on, or go out with one of the scholars who I can click with. Definitely not the locals. Fuck the locals. Fuck the system. Fuck everyone who indirectly resulted in me landing in such a state. Fuck you.

This surprisingly took me less than 20 minutes to type.

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