You are ...on crack.


What Breed of Hamster Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla

mwahahahha. FWAAAAAAAH.

"The other great blot on American democracy—redistricting—has already made a nonsense of elections to Congress...In 2002, four out of five congressmen won their races by more than 20 points. This is because most states allow their politicians to determine the boundaries. The result is gerrymandering on a grotesque scale, with incumbents stitching up safe seats by drawing absurd districts that look like doughnuts, sandwiches and Rorschach tests."

WAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!! sounds familiar? i live in a doughnut!

y'know, in the fine tradition of slackers, i shall outsource a revolution. i will get fanatics from the poor developing countries and get them to be my army and overthrow a government or invade and conquer my own island and usher in a realm of despotism and benevolence.

or i could just do my work.

blogsurfing can be pretty depressing.

well, rather i go around and see people making differences in others' lives, discussing, using brain cells for more meaningful things than regurgitating dead facts for a forgotten wasteland of learning, and i wonder, what the hell am I doing. i mean, i just sit here on the chair and feel like a potato on plastic, maybe a guilty one for eating too much and currently feeling stuffed (haha, would you believe it, with potatoes. me cannibal.) and also for not doing work when promos are barely 18 days away. and there are people living and influencing others and discussing and retrospecting and navel-gazing (i dont know if that's a good thing. dont really care somehow) and here's me working at being slob of the year. and now i'm feeling stupid and guilty for whining. blearGH.

i feel like the jack of all friends and master of none. in more ways than one.

and i wonder WHY i keep blogging when i feel guilty for whining. it's like those weird drama serials or things where someone suddenly says that "doesn't this seem like we're in a recurring drama serial?"
if the world's a taproom, the drinks and jokes are on me.

story time: i was walking along orchard road when this guy comes up to me and says "you know, your eyebrows need plucking. i'm steven lim the famous eyebrow plucker and you can see me in this article *gestures to big blown up poster of newspaper article*...etc". all this delivered at breakneck speed. so i say no thanks and get the hell out of there. not that i have anything against the guy, just that i'm not used to getting told i need a sudden facial hair trimming.

and then i saw www.stevenlim.net. my eyes my EYES. gods i need to scrub my history. and my hard disk. and my retinas. they BURNNN with horror at the invasion of the ego. it was the photos. *twitch*.

anyways. PIANO EXAM OVER. phew. nearly had a seizure through the waiting. the actual thing wasn't too bad, it was the torture of anticipation, the ice-cold feeling you get when your brain comes up with much, much worse tortures than what could possibly happen to you within the bounds of the geneva conventions. but it's over. so yay.

i have a bright orange fender and 2andahalf cups of beer. this is a relatively good day. as long as you don't mention the 4 more days to go LALALALALAAAA WHAT ARE YOU SAYING....

and have also come to the conclusion that all kids (no, wait. children keep the grammar alive) have to go through a little period of "obnoxious-know-it-all-ism" when you desperately need to prove to others that you do know something of the world and aren't the ignorant sod others think you are and probably still do. ironically, in shooting the mouth off, you just end up looking like a bigger and more pathetic sod instead of the other way around. and why do i ruminate on this like a cow chewing a particularly unpleasant cud? because i think i'm regressing. it's either me, or everyone else around me, and i'd rather stick with the less depressing aspect thank you very much.

i think it's the twoandahalf beers.