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| "I'm thinking of quitting school
Growing a beard and,
Joining a circus"
How apt!!!
I'm also the resident grape- eating whore here so everyone, budge off.
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| Apparently, I have lost all my bearings on this. I have become too politically- inclined, so much so that Jananii does not want to read, or like, my Xanga anymore): This is distressing, and I'm completely dispirited. I am acquainted with the fact that my blog can only be beguiling when it speaks no politics nor economics. Therefore, I am obliged to comment more on the less constitutional fraction of my life for the reading pleasure of my sixteen- year old patron.
Evidence of birthday observances dates back before the rise of Christianity. In
pagan cultures, people feared evil spirits - especially on their birthdays. It
was a common belief that evil spirits were more dangerous to a person when he or
she experienced a change in their daily life, such as turning a year older. As a
result, birthdays were merry occasions celebrated with family and friends, who
surrounded the person of honor with laughter and joy in order to protect them
from evil. Instead of gifts, most guests brought positive thoughts and happy
wishes for the upcoming year. However, if well-wishers did bring gifts, it was
considered an especially good influence for the birthday person.
Today auspiciously marks Jananii D/O Vangadasalam's Sixteenth Anniversary. Of her birth, that is.
While we pay no attention to how much taller we've grown, or haven't, or how much more we've learnt about ourselves the past year, the birthday is remarkably a milestone in our lives. Whether we like it or not, we've had that much more time in the world and that much less left to it. So, Jan, take this birthday with elation and embrace its novelty because you will never have another like today. I've written a lengthy birthday note to you but I still want to reiterate that I will always be around when you need me! Even if you only need to encroach my being to accompany you down to Borders or Starbucks, I will gladly provide. (Regardless of the schools we end up going to! Plz don't isolate me if I go to Ching Chong Land, you are my one and only Indian, you are my beacon of- darkness?)
In a conscious bid to ensure this entire documentation does not bore anyone, I gladly report that my mother might be suffering from acute dementia. She nearly burnt down the house. This enthralling event occurred in my absence this afternoon, however, the father and sister have recounted the specifics and we deduce that my mother is indeed, losing it. She was just frying some food, pardon the lack of accuracy in this detail, the remains were really just black balls so no one really knew what they were before the burning. And I assume she had left the food to fry for some time while she got back to the living room to resume watching her 5.30pm Chinese serial, indeed my mother is so free. This engagement had totally left her unconcious about her savoir faire thus the burning ensued. Even as this blatantly occurs in the kitchen, she is completely unaware and remains oblivious to the burning aroma. When asked by my father what the odour was, she confidently replied, "Don't know lah, stupid neighbours cooking & burning their food!"
To that account I could only stand and laugh and point at my blur- block of a matriarch. She is a marvel.
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| I have 2 paragraphs of UN-related rambling but before I delve into that, my first passion totally grabbed hold of me today when I finally got down to researching In The Heights! I need to go back to New York! I need Broadway! (In the most melodramatic manner you can imagine me enacting, I say this with feeling, with passion) Like really, In The Heights is 2008's Spring Awakening except totally Latino and salsa rhumba-ed!@$#%@! Which makes it dos times better!!! I have been, for hours, admiring the off- broadway tunes and the Broadway tunes and watching amazing choreography, memorising melodies, learning raps and the set, oh, the set, so majestic.Also, let's keep this between you and me, I have been watching behind- the- scenes footages and the cast on Broadway is just so brilliant and their schedules, I want their schedules, c'est la vie! Now, I schizophrenically become a junior politician: Today was without a doubt the most laudable day of my life having sat in the United Nations Association of Singapore’s Annual Seminar. ONE (RGS) has indeed espoused the 8 MDGs and raising awareness amongst like- minded youths today has been frustrating but also empowering. Today, I was let down by the fact that interaction with a certain breed of male youth proved to be beyond my means, and this should be bad, because I have an amazingly high tolerance for wide ranges of people and things. Thus, having been categorized ‘beyond my means’, you should be ashamed of yourselves, aforementioned breed of boiz. Of course, in the face of all that obnoxiousness, I was adamant about not averting from them and instead giving them the chance to prove me wrong. They didn’t, but that’s not the point either. The crux of the matter is that they were there; they heard it and they shrugged. That shrug is their acknowledgment of our efforts and that in itself is gratifying. Of course facilitating is no joy ride but for a premier, it wasn’t all that bad. The entire ten hours just fortified my ambitions of one day becoming a UN delegate, or the MEWR. Of course today’s participation will embellish my rather dull resume but I sriuzly want to do it for a living. So many people have come in and out of the UN without getting past the hand- raising stage. I don’t want an experience at the UN to be anything like that. If I have to pick trash after a summit I’ll do it because at least I came out saving the environment or something tot hat effect. It’s the grossly deceptive world of ours that’s slowly degrading the entire planet and mitigation in any form of effort should start now and on any tangible scale. As the guest speakers, which include His Excellency Ambassador Soares (Brazil-Singapore), His Excellency Holger (EU Head) and Assoc Prof Hamilton Hart, gave their round of talks and viewpoints, it always came off phony and a desperate attempt at safeguarding their nations’ interests. H.E. Holger on one hand was on about the EU’s aid to the developing world and then H.E. Soares singlehandedly protected Brazil’s sugarcane ethanol production. I’m not sure if it was the approach or simply the content of their speeches but to some extent, I felt they were spurious. I wasn’t quite convinced but Prof Hart was downright blunt and I loved her presentation. It was just bold and truthful and it was what everyone in that auditorium needed to hear. This brings me to my other learning point, the Singapore government’s lack of viable solutions to combating climate change. In fact, I was just watching the nightly news and MM Lee as well as Dr. Vivian Balakrishnan were hinting at the possibility of our adopting the USA infant-encouragement scheme. When nine hours before this, Dr Hart was just mentioning, that the reduce in population could largely alleviate our climate crises because clearly with lesser people, lesser carbon footprints. It’s not at all complex to comprehend and yet our government is acting in the completely reverse direction. I urge you to think about what you can do as a youth because really, if the power- people aren’t taking steps in the appropriate direction then it’s up to us to take the bottom- top approach. No, you cannot excuse yourself from the world’s woes because there is no such thing as a) too small a contribution and b) too lazy to save the world. I think the UN and I, we’re ensconced.
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| In catching up with the news on the internet, one can never avoid being enticed by multiple links to forums. Especially when the usernames of the forum users exclaim to be clicked. In any case, I chanced upon a certain ascend88 and he/she, brilliantly sums up consensus on the public transport fee hike-| ascend88 wrote: | drive....kena...oil and ERP.....
public transport.....kenna MRT and Bus...increase fare....
stay at home...Kenna....PUB bill up rates.... |
wan chop wood to start fire at home... kenna... fine and fine. I want to kiss and hug ascend88 for he/she has put into the simplest of words, and most colloquial manner, the ultimate thoughts in my head. I laugh till my insides churn and my laughter has turned into interrupted gasps for air. Just when you think your life's getting better, your mother walks into your room. My mother just stripped me of my dignity. She has confiscated my new tote because it apparently rightfully belongs to my sister, where is the justice in this? I have been looking after the bag, utilizing it to the maximum and she says it is my sister's?! BEGONE MONSTROUS FIEND, BEGONE! This mother, this colossal mistake of God's, has an amazing ability to turn up at the happiest moments in your life. She enters with such presence and you believe this facade only to find out later that she is really just there to ruin the joy. This mother, this creature, she is the reason you're alive so obligingly you give the tote bag to her.
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| For various reasons, today could be defined as ballz. In any case, I have an uncanny resemblance to a seismic volcano, my guts about to burst from the shifting of the fare in my inner mechanisms. Since last night, there have been incredible tremors in the vicinity of my lower abdomen. It is looming, it is hazardous, and it will break soon, I swear. When that happens, the air will cease to smell the same ever again, an eye-piercing tang will hit the atmosphere causing forceful rains and then everyone will vacate the room or if I'm lucky, the entire planet. And I will be left behind, enduring a solo act in the vast world. Ambitious, I think not? On another note, I tumultously proclaim that we, the core cast, are on the way to world domination for we survived 30 reasons today frenziedly. Not only that, we trudged on script-less, a feat we proved potentially brilliant. Such excitement, frustration and lack of finances in this modern age is befitting of a sixteen year old, I think. Or maybe too much that I cry at having a plastic bottle thrown at me. Poetically, I round up with a repetition, Today could be defined as ballz. | | |
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