Hah! The latest Time mag has an article on that stupid mtv sweet 16 show. I cheered while reading. Here's a bit of it, titled Sweet 16 and Spoiled Rotten by Ana Marie Cox.
"Every culture has its coming-of-age rituals. A child is inducted into the adult realm through a transformative experience, whether it's becoming more steeped in religion or killing a deer or having a vision. It's true that I would be happy to send any of the children of 'My Super Sweet 16' into the desert by themselves for a while. Their blingy flings are not celebrations of accomplishment; they're clebrations of self. What used to mark the end of childhood now seems only an excuse to prolong the whiny, self-centred greediness that gives 'infantile' a bad name. Far from joining polite society like the debutants of the past, the kids gleefully rip through social graces, alienating friends and sacrificing tact all in the name of creating a VIP room filled with people too young to drive themselves home."
Saturday, April 22, 2006
Monday, April 17, 2006
I feel a ramble bursting forth.
I just finished the second season of Roswell. I don't know how this cropped up, honestly. This sudden obsession. One minute I was having my hindi movie phase, and then, suddenly, I have an alien fetish. I didn't even really watch it when it aired in 2000-ish. Though I did buy the complete set of paperbacks, back in Sec 2. Gah. But anyway, just let me say: another example of a plot with increasing number of loopholes, but absolutely lovable characters. And I absolutely love the romantic, Romeo-Juliet syndrome, alien-human relationship between Michael and Maria. (You know, a girl who hates romance is probably lying, I think.) And there's the whole interspecies friendship, the I-know-an-alien Club and tragic destiny. Fascinating and entertaining. Initially, the whole FBI conspiracy thing was believable and pretty exciting, but then loopholes got bigger and bigger. Oh my god, how do I get my hands on Season 3?
Have med interview and moe interview on consecutive days. Very nice. I think I'll end up doing medicine, and all this doubts and desire to study psych has just been a distraction. Like a dream, and I think I've always known it was a dream. I mean, I think I'd still love doing psych, but somehow I know that medicine is the right choice. You know what, I'll just let God decide. If I get it, I get it.
I just finished the second season of Roswell. I don't know how this cropped up, honestly. This sudden obsession. One minute I was having my hindi movie phase, and then, suddenly, I have an alien fetish. I didn't even really watch it when it aired in 2000-ish. Though I did buy the complete set of paperbacks, back in Sec 2. Gah. But anyway, just let me say: another example of a plot with increasing number of loopholes, but absolutely lovable characters. And I absolutely love the romantic, Romeo-Juliet syndrome, alien-human relationship between Michael and Maria. (You know, a girl who hates romance is probably lying, I think.) And there's the whole interspecies friendship, the I-know-an-alien Club and tragic destiny. Fascinating and entertaining. Initially, the whole FBI conspiracy thing was believable and pretty exciting, but then loopholes got bigger and bigger. Oh my god, how do I get my hands on Season 3?
Have med interview and moe interview on consecutive days. Very nice. I think I'll end up doing medicine, and all this doubts and desire to study psych has just been a distraction. Like a dream, and I think I've always known it was a dream. I mean, I think I'd still love doing psych, but somehow I know that medicine is the right choice. You know what, I'll just let God decide. If I get it, I get it.
Friday, April 14, 2006
People
Some people talk and talk
and never say a thing.
Some people look at you
and birds begin to sing.
Some people laugh and laugh
and yet you want to cry.
Some people touch your hand
and music fills the sky.
~ Charlotte Zolotow
That's from my old lit book, Poems Deep and Dangerous. Thought it sounded sweet, and true too.
Pakcik Mail is here from Kelantan, which means I can't watch my dvds and we all have to sit and chat. Which isn't a bad thing, but my obsession is in full force, so I can't think of much but it. He brought boxes of mangoes and keropok. Nice stuff.
MOE has called me for the interview. Don't let me screw up this one too. I want it badly, I think. (This is a problem. I don't know if I want anything for sure.)
Some people talk and talk
and never say a thing.
Some people look at you
and birds begin to sing.
Some people laugh and laugh
and yet you want to cry.
Some people touch your hand
and music fills the sky.
~ Charlotte Zolotow
That's from my old lit book, Poems Deep and Dangerous. Thought it sounded sweet, and true too.
Pakcik Mail is here from Kelantan, which means I can't watch my dvds and we all have to sit and chat. Which isn't a bad thing, but my obsession is in full force, so I can't think of much but it. He brought boxes of mangoes and keropok. Nice stuff.
MOE has called me for the interview. Don't let me screw up this one too. I want it badly, I think. (This is a problem. I don't know if I want anything for sure.)
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
It's been quite a while.
Life has been... what's the word; not purposeless, not exactly. More like life has been indefinite. For as long as I can remember, I've always known what the next step was going to be. You know, after Pri 1, there's Pri 2, and then 3, 4... And then Sec 1, and then JC. But now. I don't know where I'm going. And it's scary. I'm scared that I may regret a choice, and I cannot turn back.
It's fine being a teacher. I think it's also fine being a doctor, just the whole stress of handling lives. (just. hah.) It's fine being a scientist. It's fine being a manager. Everything's just fine. Right now, I need to know which would be more than fine; better, good, fantastic. Read me the future, please. I say the same thing everytime.
Have I mentioned that kids are tactless? They give the absolute naked truth, no hesitation. They tell you straight to your face if you're pretty, ugly, your clothes don't match or how boring it is to where the same shoes all the time. Sorry, but I don't exactly have a walk-in wardrobe, kids. I wore my glasses to school for the past two days and it's as though I've gotten a nose ring and marred my face for life. 'Teacher, why you wear glasses! Why! Why! You look funny. You look ugly.' Very nice, kids.
Of course, there's an upside to this tactlessness: Juicy gossip. Recently, a P2 kid told me and his entire class that he saw two teachers from the school doing stuff at MacDonalds. Of course, he never came about to saying what exactly that stuff was, because he just kept trailing off at the end of his sentence, but I concluded from the hysterical laughter of his friends and the constant 'EEEEEE' sound. I was almost hysterically laughing myself. Those poor teachers. But how could they. In public, where students could spot you. Very careless.
Also, I have very much confirmed my obsessive-compulsive disorder. I had once spent over $200 on Lymond, and that was bad enough. Recently, I splurged more on some dvds. A lot more, I might add. And to be specific, I bought the Roswell series, which cost a hell of a lot of money. Was in aftershock for one afternoon. My obsessions will be the death of me. Financially, parentally, mentally, socially.
Life has been... what's the word; not purposeless, not exactly. More like life has been indefinite. For as long as I can remember, I've always known what the next step was going to be. You know, after Pri 1, there's Pri 2, and then 3, 4... And then Sec 1, and then JC. But now. I don't know where I'm going. And it's scary. I'm scared that I may regret a choice, and I cannot turn back.
It's fine being a teacher. I think it's also fine being a doctor, just the whole stress of handling lives. (just. hah.) It's fine being a scientist. It's fine being a manager. Everything's just fine. Right now, I need to know which would be more than fine; better, good, fantastic. Read me the future, please. I say the same thing everytime.
Have I mentioned that kids are tactless? They give the absolute naked truth, no hesitation. They tell you straight to your face if you're pretty, ugly, your clothes don't match or how boring it is to where the same shoes all the time. Sorry, but I don't exactly have a walk-in wardrobe, kids. I wore my glasses to school for the past two days and it's as though I've gotten a nose ring and marred my face for life. 'Teacher, why you wear glasses! Why! Why! You look funny. You look ugly.' Very nice, kids.
Of course, there's an upside to this tactlessness: Juicy gossip. Recently, a P2 kid told me and his entire class that he saw two teachers from the school doing stuff at MacDonalds. Of course, he never came about to saying what exactly that stuff was, because he just kept trailing off at the end of his sentence, but I concluded from the hysterical laughter of his friends and the constant 'EEEEEE' sound. I was almost hysterically laughing myself. Those poor teachers. But how could they. In public, where students could spot you. Very careless.
Also, I have very much confirmed my obsessive-compulsive disorder. I had once spent over $200 on Lymond, and that was bad enough. Recently, I splurged more on some dvds. A lot more, I might add. And to be specific, I bought the Roswell series, which cost a hell of a lot of money. Was in aftershock for one afternoon. My obsessions will be the death of me. Financially, parentally, mentally, socially.