2008-07-24
And good morning to you, Davis Ferguson
All this recent hype about universities and scholarships and whatever really makes me rethink a lot of things about my life. I realise that up till now, I've never really had to choose from so many options. After the PSLE (our first major exam), I was sure I wanted to go on to MG Secondary and nowhere else. After the O Levels, I was sure I wanted to go to ACJC and nowhere else. Now, not only am I unsure of where I want to go after A Levels, I am also quite at a loss as to what are the options available/applicable to me (i.e. most likely Liberal Arts, which is also a very very very long list). Where to start?? I know Debs would very much like me to go to Minnesota since she's attending it (as a more viable alternative to simply stuffing me in her suitcase when she flies off next month), but this is really too big a decision for me to simply take my usual ah-what-the-heck stab-in-the-dark (ha! duchess of malfi pervades even my vocabulary, oh dear...) approach. Not to mention I haven't even taken my SATs yet (having spent the previous couple years of my life not knowing what the SATs were, finding out, and hoping I wouldn't have to go through it and have to carry those beastly thick books around). And I don't even know if I qualify for any scholarships or have the money to study overseas in the first place. Oh decisions, decisions, decisions. But we all have to start somewhere, so here begins my long arduous journey through websites, college... prospectuses? prospecti? prospectum? prospectae?, uni exhibition fairs, etc. Instead of having your choices limited to the country (as with PSLE and O Levels for me), now you have your choices extending to whole different continents. And Disney LIES: it is NOT a small world after all.
On a separate note, I watched The Dark Knight with Liz, Viv and Sharyl last Sunday and it was THE AWESOMENESS. Which probably explains why I have allowed myself to be dragged along with Rachel to watch it again tomorrow since she has yet to enjoy it's awesomeness, hahaha. Vivien is a terrible person to watch movies with =_= While I was still hyperventilating in my seat while the end credits rolled, she was like, "Eh I need to peee..." See lah, drink your Minute Maid Limeade lah! How do you expect to get through our post-A Levels Lord of the Rings Back-to-Back Movie Marathon with No Toilet Breaks challenge! After the movie's release on 17 July, I saw so many "why so serious"es in my MSN window that it was like ARGH STOP REMINDING ME I HAVEN'T WATCHED IT YET!!! And now that I have, I am glad to say that I have not nor will I be putting "why so serious" in my MSN ID or personal message (so Clari, you can think of it as erh one LESS person to ruin the movie for you, haha), reason being I will not settle for anything less than hearing the Joker himself say it because he is King :) I am extremely fond of his disappearing pencil magic trick.
Sun 3/26/00 4:45 PM
Subject: 10 Things I Hate
I Hate False Hope.
Don't tell me everything will be fine when you know in advance that it won't.
I Hate Bad Service.
You're an Actor, fine. Go sleep with a Producer, and allow a trained professional to filet my Salmon.
I Hate people who refer to themselves in the third person.
It's only acceptable if you're already dead, as in the opening scene of "Sunset Boulevard."
I Hate Davis Ferguson.
I believe I've already touched on that.
I Hate Bad Albee.
Don't bring up your inner demons to share with the others at the table. We really don't care to know if you're afraid of Virginia Woolf. Stay home and freak out. Buy a Chainsaw.
I Hate The Work of Jean Michel Basquiat.
Let's see what he could do sober.
I Hate Politicians Who Comb Over Their Bald Spots.
If you are going to lie about the state of your own head, how can anybody trust anything you have to say about anything important?
I Hate False Modesty.
Why bother?
I Hate Beggars.
They CAN be choosers, like in choose to get a job.
I Hate Not Being Understood.
Do I make myself clear?
I Hate Davis Ferguson.
All right, that's 11.
Virtually yours,
Patrick Bateman
bateman@AmPsycho2000.com
American Psycho is good stuff. I feel inspired already.
11 Things I Hate
I Hate Overused Lines.
If you can't think of anything new to say, don't say anything.
I Hate Being Used and made to feel like I'm the one doing the using.
Just because you don't like what you see in the mirror doesn't mean you can project it on me.
I Hate people who make mountains out of molehills when they don't even bother trying to see the big picture when it counts.
In case you haven't noticed, I have better things to do than overly concern myself with small stupid details the way you do. If you want to worry over things so that you can look like you have a lot of work to do, I suggest you do a lot of rethinking. That should be an acceptably big workload for you.
I Hate Double-Standards.
Especially when practiced in a self-righteous manner.
I Hate Telephone Voices.
If I'm happy, I will answer the phone happy. If I'm lethargic, I will answer the phone lethargic. And God help the person who calls when I'm in a bad mood (it really depends on what you're calling for, choose your words carefully).
I Hate Being Judged.
You have no right to. I know there are a lot of things wrong with me, stop pointing them out when you have your own flaws too.
I Hate Feeling Helpless.
Helplessness is a myth and feeling helpless is a weakness. There's always SOMETHING I can do about it, I just have yet to think of it (apart from depending on Him).
I Hate having things taken out on me.
Stop using me as an excuse. Get a fucking therapist.
I Hate having my personal space invaded without consent.
Keep your heads, limbs, breath and noise-making devices to yourselves. Think of it as the warning they give you before the roller coaster ride starts.
I Hate being constantly told that I need to Let Go.
Don't you think I know that, you twits. Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I don't WANT to?
I Hate having to constantly question and second-guess myself.
Shut up already.
I often feel that my capacity to hate is greater than my capacity to love, which saddens me sometimes since there are the precious few people and things worth loving in this world whom/which, I fear, I do not and can never love enough. It bothers me a lot that I don't have the answers to a lot of questions I ask of myself, and it bothers me even more when I get the feeling I will never know until... maybe never?
What would I like to think? That I'd toss it out the window too, or press the button?
feimao at 8:12 p.m.