Monday, April 16, 2007
Campus Tranquility Broken
There is something about this keyboard. As i am typing, the sound of the clicks of the keyboard buttons are louder then usual. Worse still, it is lying flat on the ground with the two stands that held it up, broken beyond repair. My fingers are tired and my hands nearly gave up. The more i type, the more i wonder if i should write a letter to Ngee Ann Poly, requesting that they change the keyboards in the library to a new one.
After months long, NP's tranquility is finally shattered. Myriads of freshmen that i spot here and there gives me a huge headache that attached reality - it's time to study because school break is over. The horror of the situation saddens me. How i longed to be back in Downtown East just like the holidays.
Crazy closing moments in cafe would be dearly missed. My sayang surprise visits, bringing me lunch+dinner, eventhough she is on MC...spotting a red shirt walking towards cafe, with the earpiece stuck in his ear, and singing as though he owns the world. I will only experience all that again twice a week now. Thanks to my hell-hole of a diploma, my bank account is gonna lessen. Honestly. The goverment should stop school for good and sell degrees/diplomas/phd for a price instead.
I'm waiting for my phone to ring; indicating that a certain casting lil fella is awake from the dead of sleep. But maybe i shouldn't be so selfish. He deserved a much well rest. I had the thought of giving him a wake up call with a newsflash - MAN U 4-1 WATFORD. But i didn't want him crying back into his Gerrard pillows. He could call his friends over to cheer him up though. Afterall, you'll never walk alone rite d...?
HAK-POOOOI.
My ronny baby signed a 5-year contract with Man U which marks a point of excellence for a footballer we never could find anywhere. That goal against Watford was a sign. A BIG Sign proving why Cristiano Ronaldo is considered one of the best player in Europe. A sign that proves Ferguson had tattooed the words 'NOT FOR SALE' on Ronny's forehead. A sign that tells me i should fly to England now and sign my contract for eternity with Ronny. Wedding invitations will be sent via mass emailing. YAY YAY.
So i'm waiting for yet another big match to prepare for a raging of war between Kid and I whenever Liverpool/ManU/Gerrard/Ronaldo is concern. Dots. It's either school, work, football or him. Yes, i realise my life isn't a colourful rainbow. But I definitely lament the socially stagnant culture we Singaporeans wallow in. We live in a weltered world of catchphrases and taglines. It's a sound-bite kind of existence, and it's so fucking sad…
Talking about TALKING.. (uh huh, i like the sound of that..woo..)
People carelessly use the words "gay" and "retarded" to describe mundane, everyday things that they find disagreeable. "Gay" is synonymous with "Boring" and "A Waste of Time". "Retarded" so easily replaces "Stupid" in our dysfunctional English vocabulary. How plebeian. Apparently, the colloquial uses of these words have wiped away their original meanings.
Why don't you ask Oxford. Hell, "Gay" used to mean 'exuberantly happy' and "Retarded" simply meant something that had been regressed or held back somehow. But imagine if i say this to you, "Our trip was retarded due to the whiteout caused by the blizzard."
0_o
Let's stop ranting. Sometimes it's best to come up with our own word. I have one of mine - SPLENDIFICIOUSLY.
Example in usage: Chocolate Milano is
splendificiously tempting.
Lalalalala. Don't pretend you understand. =))
1:10 PM
