was checking out the hotmail start page and chanced upon this pic.

doesn't she look a lot like meg ryan?? but no.. it's actually mary-kate olsen.

check out this article in the new york times (registration required) about bootlegged copies of clinton's autobiography. it's an abridged version to boot!! from niki and adisad (with 4 stripes, not 3) shoes to timbaland windbreakers to clinton discussing with his uncle the greatness of chinese culture.

excerpt:

"Who knew that back in Bill Clinton's early days in Arkansas, the future president and his Uncle Buddy sat around and chewed the fat, ham fat to be precise, and talked about how China was one of the world's most ancient cultures and had produced Four Great Inventions, one of which was gunpowder?"

i've been MIA the past week because i've been working on my thesis. i got tired of telling people "i'm writing up my thesis" (5 words), so i came up with a new word. i'm thesising. 1 word instead of 5. now, i like writing. in fact, i used to do quite a bit of it in secondary school. what i liked then was the lack of need for bloody referencing, a real drag that is, as in literally... it puts a brake on my thought processes because i'm trying to figure where the hell i got that piece of info from. anyways i'm digressing. what i really hate about thesising is this thing i call "enforced output". i do not like "enforced output" when it comes to anything. i guess in that sense i'm a non-conformist. i'll like doing something if it's done as and when i want to do it, but when i have deadlines, it becomes a chore. thesising ends in 8 days. after which i shall have to send the manuscript for binding. if i feel like it looks impressive, i'll upload the manuscript. i don't guarantee that you will understand what the hell i'm talking about, but i've written it for dummies (more or less). i try to write for people who know nothing (like how i knew zip about the subject before i did this thesis). oh ya.. as for my 4 part critical reflection report, it's been changed to a 2 parter, since the word count for that has gone down by half :) so look out for the first instalment at the end of the week.

thanks to letch for pointing me to this really cool page.

weather today is IMMENSELY HOT!!!!! ok.. might not be as hot as sg, but somehow i think the lack of humidity sometimes makes it worse. i feel like it intensifies the heat. there ain't no water vapour to teleport away some of the heat. on a bright note, my 2 hour industrial rel lecture got cancelled today because the lecturer's ill. the tutor claims that she is REALLY ill, but a few members of the tut today were a tad skeptical, aussies tending to love the heat (god knows why) and their propensity to take sickies to go to the beach on days such as today.

as part of my mid east politics class i am supposed to write a critical reflection report, based on what i've learnt during the sem from the module and whether it has either affirmed or challenged my pre-conceived beliefs. so, i've decided that during the next 4 weeks , this week included, i shall write my report in 4 parts. feel free to comment on it. by the way, i may use a bit of poetic licence and try to portray myself as a bigot who has seen the light. that's if i find my report too boring n full of "nothing i believed got challenged". word count issues, you see...

Maybe I didn't love you
Quite as often as I could have
Maybe I didn't treat you
Quite as good as I should have
If I made you feel second best
Girl I'm sorry I was blind

You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind

And maybe I didn't hold you
All those lonely, lonely times
And I guess I never told you
I'm so happy that you're mine
Little things I should have said and done
I just never took the time

You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind

Tell me, tell me that your
Sweet love hasn't died
And give me
Give me one more chance
To keep you satisfied
Keep you satisfied

Little things I should have
Said and done
I just never took the time

You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind...
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an old song by willie nelson that i just heard on the radio whilst station surfing. lovely lyrics...

on the way to uni yesterday, i saw this interesting piece of "art". it was a piece of cardboard/plywood cut into a 2-D shape of a unrolled condom. it was leaning against a tree. when i was walking, i could only see the back view of it. as i walked past it, i could see the front. it was painted in an assortment of psychedelic colours and the guy had stuck on unrolled USED condoms onto it. at a glance, i'd say there were about 50 or so condoms. i've got nothing against using condoms in the name of art, but condoms full of whatever bodily excretions?!?!?! it kinda reminded me about this other exhibition i read of. this female basically charted her menstrual cycle by smearing whatever liquids that came out of her onto canvases. i wonder what this genre of art is called. provocative art?

ok, i know this is a bit late and might seem irrelevant, but the reason it's coming up here and now is because it was discussed in my mid east politics class on wed.

this was the analogy i formed regarding the invasion of iraq. US and UK are the policemen walking down the street, and they see this many times ex-convict, named saddam, walking down the other way. in her leather jacket (of coz all those ex-con tough chick types need to have a leather jacket) is a bulky looking item. UK and US look at each other like those bad B-grade drama detectives, think the package is a gun, and start chasing saddam. the chick just stands there. UK and US tackle her. and since they live in a law abiding world, they read her rights and ask her to let them see what the package is. being the rogue she is, saddam doesn't give them permission. instead of taking her to the station to be searched by a policewoman (ie, UN) they decide that during the time they take her to the station, she'll pull out the gun and shoot them, so they decide to shoot her before she can shoot them. OOPS!!! after they see her brains leaking out all over the pavement, they look within the jacket and see that the package is actually *horror of horrors* an empty box!!!

<>woke up bleary eyed after 2 hours of sleep on thursday morning to rush in to uni to submit my industrial relations essay. first essay i’ve ever written that i had to struggle to reach the LOWER limit!!! after submitting it, off i went to the airport and back i flew to sg.

spent friday and saturday getting stuff prepared for family prayers at the temple. since the parental units keep on choosing the saturday just before my birthday to hold the prayers, people seem to think it’s my birthday prayers. actual reason is that it makes it convenient so that i can come back to sg and attend the prayers and celebrate my prayers. killing 2 birds with 1 stone kinda thing.

birthday was last tuesday. visited 2 temples, because my darling grandma who was born exactly 50 years before me decided to arrange for prayers in my name, so i didn’t really have a choice. And since we’ve been having parties for me all this while we decided that this year, we’d celebrate my grandma’s birthday, which meant her choice of food… which was ananda bhavan (not my 1^st choice for a birthday meal). luckily we took away, so that we didn’t look really weird cutting cake and all in a mcdonald’s setup kinda restaurant. had a lovely veg mango cake (veg in the sense that it doesn’t have eggs in it either).

wednesday and thursday were spent preparing for the prayers that my mom held at home. as usual, any prayers involving my grandma started typically late (8.40 pm), but luckily she held an abbreviated version, so we "ONLY" ended at 10. after the last guest left at past 11, the cousins helped clean the living area.. in return, we got the car, and we went a joyriding to changi village to check out the damn hot transexuals... some of them look better than most real things i've seen. then we checked out wat has been termed THE HOUSE. it's on walton rd off mountbatten rd. kinda close to katong shopping centre. something out of a bollywood movie it is.

saturday was spent packing and jumping on to the plane. luckily my dad knew the dad of the other guy who was also going to sydney, since we were both going on stand by basis. since his dad was a pilot, he upgraded his son to business class so that i could jump onto the plane, so here i am back again.

on a not so nice note, i lost my bag the weekend when my dad was down, and with it, i lost my flash drive on a train. and apparently stuff lost on trains takes 1 working week before they get deposited at the lost and found office. haven't been here, and since tomorrow is a holiday, shall check up on that on tuesday.

i must be getting absent minded since i left my aussie SIM card along with my housekeys bac home in sg. luckily my flatmates were in, so i wasn't locked out. am using a prepaid SIM until my dad can arrange to send over mine.

• adri
  

• ambiga
  

• anantya
  

• augur
  

• dersh
  

• flibbertigibbet
  

• ibrahim

• mistique
  

• mr brown
  

• mr miyagi
  

• music
  

• pope
  

• shaan
  

• vasud
  

• so long and thanks for all the fish

• love conquers all

• you've got to find what you love

• disappearing act

• loneliness

• O Fortuna

• *relief*

• *gloom*

• flowers

• eulogy for my grandfather

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