upsets and downsets. so. my last paper is on wed. 3rd may. and dunch you dare gloat. Dunch yew dare ya rub salt in my already gapping, pus-spewing, infected wound. I am not being melodramatic. I am upset. UPSET that i can't go for this ---> PAMdemonium-Pam Oei in Concert. Dang it lar. F....lamin F....ishballs.... Lets all just collectively cross our fingers and our toes and hope (for my sake) that she'll have another one next year, not around exam period. Or.. (pam if you're listening,) let me know w...h..ay in advance when it'll be held then i'll plan my modules accordingly. Yes that is how much i wanna be at that concert!

H'anyway. more on things that upset me. Parents who are desperate to live their unfufilled dreams through their kids. If you caught Oprah, well if you didn't, you should. Yes, they were doing some special on Sports Parents. Parents who train their kids from a really young age to be professional atheletes. The first guy is training his 9 year old son for the NFLs. 9 year old. The boy has stair trainings on Mondays, Chiropracter appt on Tuesdays, Field trainings on Wed, Thurs and Fridays, Matches on Saturdays and more stair trainings on Sundays. YES! THE KID IS NINE!!!! Don't get me wrong, I know he loves his kid, and I know every parent has hopes and dreams and aspirations for their children and I know also that unless I become a parent myself I will not understand how that parent feels. But dammit lor!!! I've been a kid, I'm someone's child and I have FRIGGIN' common sense, enough common sense to realise that this kind of lifestyle is not gonna be healthy for ANY kid. The moment the kid was born, he bought baby jerseys for him, football pacifiers and made him watch football and you dare tell me that being a NFL player is THE KID'S DREAM??? Hullo! is it just me or is it too obvious that the dream is yours! not His!! If football is all you talk about, what other dreams can the kid have???? being a lawn mower???? You know what really ticked me off was when he said that He is doing all this to equip His son with skills and qualities that will help him in the future and if his son should decide that football is not what he wants, he will not be upset and they'll just move on. This fella needs a friggin' reality check man. Even Oprah told him " I don't believe you," Geez...un-freaking-believable. He wouldn't be upset??? who da hell does he think he's kiddin'??? He even has a 10 second rule for his son. If he falls and hurts himself and wants to cry, he has exactly 10 seconds to deal with that and after that he carries on playing. I just can't imagine what the kid is going through.I mean he may truly be enjoying playing football. BUT what if he's not? what if he's doing it to please his dad? what if he leaves in fear of disappointing his father every day? What happens when his son grows up and learns that there are other beautiful things in this world, things that he wished he had been exposed to when he was younger like art, music, nature and science. What if his son had greater things in his destiny, greater than being a pro footballer? Why do parents deny their children of a childhood? I guess i'll never understand till i become a parent but it makes me so sad to watch a story like this. SO sad and SO damn GLAD that i have my parents!!! SO GLAD that i wanna get grab everybody at home and hold hands and dance and twirl around the house like a bunch of euphoric elves in Santa's factory on the day after christmas.

Kellie pickler leaving american idol upsets me too. but i'll get over it.

OH YAH. and people who sit on the outer seat on the bus but refuse to get up in order for the person sitting on the inside to get off the bus. THIS IS A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: please please please for the sake of all things good gentle and kind on this earth, just get up, move to the side and allow the person to get of with ease. 1. the faster the person gets off, the faster we all get to reach home. 2. if there is ample room to get out, there is a minimal chance of getting slapped/whipped on the face by the person's huge bag 3. lesser chance of getting the person's ass stuck up against your face also. 4. lesser chance of getting stepped on your toes as well. How hard can it be to stand up or at the very least do it when you see that the person has a big bag or is carrying alot of stuff. The other day, yours truly has a huge bag with lap top charger and pull over and textbook and notes PLUS lap top in hand! when i told the girl sitting beside me to excuse me, she so generously tilted her knees to a roughly 45 degree angle and just looked at me, as if expecting me to pull some nozzle and start to deflate myself till i was 2 dimensional enough to slip pass her. Sigh. look at me! without backpac already I'm sufficiently 3 dimensional to warrent more than a 45 degree turn of the knees right??? what you want me to do? hop over you like a 2000m hurdler??? take out a pole and start doing a high jump? spontaneously liquify myself and flow outta the bus?? better still fold myself into a small paper crane and get passed down from one passenger to another until i reach the door where i will unfold myself and get off the bus. sigh.  ¶ 9:43 AM 0 comments

  taxi drivers - you gotta love em' Easter Saturday was unlike any other this year.
It was the first time i didn't attend Vigil mass with the parents and the sis.
It was the first time ( in a long while) that i didn't attend it at SMOTA.
It was the first time i spent the entire afternoon in school, churning out information on the gene sequence of enzymes that yield good blast alignment hits at the aerogenome database, discussing the reactions it catalyses, the quality of the orthologs it yielded and in depth analysis of the 'interesting' relationships we inferred about the taxonomical lineages of the organisms we found on neighBORING branches of its phylogenetic tree.

So i was supposed to meet the rest of the scooby gang at 7 at coronation. Had to be home by 6 to bathe and change and therefore supposed to leave school by 5. Supposed - being the keyword to my previous statement, i ended up leaving school at 540 even after rushing so hard for the report i felt like i was about to throw up after i was done. Anyway it meant that i had to cab home and so i prayed that a cab may pass by and one did!

Got into the cab and the uncle was massively waving his hands in huge circular motions in order to drive the cigarette smoke outta the open window. He turned the air conditioner on and only then could i stop turning blue from holding my breath and resume normal breathing functions that did not threaten to charcoal my lungs.

Then uncle began asking why so many students were waving for cabs in NUS when there was a long line of cabs at NUH. He said that he drove off thinking there were no customers, lit his cigarette and barely had 2 puffs before he saw me. "Everytime i tot no people one, can smoke then blow 2 time then aiyah got customer then have to throw so waste one arh!" My instantaneous reply:" Uncle like that good lah then you wun smoke too much, smoking bad for health plus pick customer can earm money mah!" Uncle chuckled and said " wah uncle first time got customer so care about my healthy or not leh" It was at that moment, where our cab-ride friendship blossomed!! and for the rest of the journey, Uncle shared with me about his son graduating from NTU, about my future about His future, about CPF, about Gah-ment (government), about condos and private property, about the ford factory and speaking french... and i recalled my soci lecturer saying that the best sociologists are taxi drivers heh! Actually our cab-ride bonding involved mainly Uncle telling me his stance about you-know important issues and me just agreeing with equal gusto. i think uncle was happy he found someone who would just listen and agree with him and i was just happy i could just sit and listening without having to be the one to talk. Soon we reached Dairy Farm Estate and we had to wait while my sis brought money down to pay for the cab fare, meanwhile Uncle continued about how my condo was "not bad, spacey not cram like the new one hor if at night neber pull the curtain arh, WHA can see everything your neighbour doing arh! terible one that one!!" then the lift went up to that 4th floor and i said " ok coming down already my sister" to which uncle said" wha 4 floor goot! not high not low! good arh!" then he began counting down and kinda yelled happy new year! when the lift reached the basement. (Yes HE DID!)
My sis was throughly amused when the uncle wound down the window to say bye and remarked that we both looked the same. We said bye and as i walked off, i had an urge to turn around and saw him lighting up a new cigarette! " UNCLE!!!! why you...!?!?" and Uncle's reply to the exasperated look on my face was priceless " Aiya i Need CUSTOMER!"  ¶ 12:04 PM 0 comments

  I'm the one who wants to be with you... been enjoying rides home with my dad.
I'd buy him sugar cane and chesnut drink.
We'd change the radio station to Class 95 and turn up the volume to Hotel California or Mr Big's To Be With You. He will tap on the steering wheel as i proceed to butcher the song and mimic guitar rifts. It gets interesting when we stop at the traffic light cause I ain gonna stop just because someone was staring.. i'd continue my front seat act with full power and gusto and once this guy driving a van actually gave me a thumbs UP. i have fans. no kiddin.  ¶ 6:49 AM 0 comments

  He will make a way.   ¶ 7:56 PM 0 comments