<meta name='google-adsense-platform-account' content='ca-host-pub-1556223355139109'/> <meta name='google-adsense-platform-domain' content='blogspot.com'/> <!-- --><style type="text/css">@import url(https://www.blogger.com/static/v1/v-css/navbar/3334278262-classic.css); div.b-mobile {display:none;} </style> </head> <body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/25173222?origin\x3dhttp://excessinadequacy.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>

fodder

the pebbles you've arranged,
in the sand they're strange.
they speak to me like constellations,
as we lie here.

archives

  • April 2006
  • May 2006
  • June 2006
  • July 2006
  • August 2006
  • September 2006
  • October 2006
  • November 2006
  • December 2006
  • January 2007


    • Monday, September 18, 2006

    Isn't It

    Spinnin': 'I Am Not My Hair' by India Arie ft. Akon

    So, my bus to school came 30 seconds before I could reach the bus stop but just in time to catch my eye.

    Then the second one came and promptly drove off despite me and another passenger flagging for it very noticeably. Hello, one bus, one lane, 2 flailing arms, bus uncle, are you telling me you didn't think we were flagging for that freakin' vehicle you operate? (!!!)

    There goes my start to the week - BAD, because I was 20 minutes late for school despite waking up an hour earlier than necessary. WHAT, THE, ___ (fill in blank with word you deem appropriate).

    And when something pisses me off, my mind starts racing and I think of all sorts of crazy things. Today's topic happened to be about my (bleakkk) future.

    I seriously wonder if I'm screwing up my own life by taking up econs. I am obviously not good at it and my previous "interest' at it was only a fleeting affair based on what I thought it should work out to be (econs = study of ways to make money!!).

    It seems like I'm going to become a statistic of the Singaporean stigma - "Local arts degree WITHOUT honours".

    Not an inspiring thought for a blue Monday morning.

    Yet, the energizer attitude in me questioned the need for this panic attack. Hardworking people are always duly rewarded and there is enough time for me to make amendents, right? I'm not going to look back at this moment 10 years down the road while salivating at the $10, 000 per month paychecks of my friends who are doing professional degrees, right?

    I won't, because there are things which, unlike money, cannot be quantified.

    I am not trying to disillusion myself. Otherwise, I could move to Bhutan. I hear they operate on "Gross Domestic Happiness". :)

    ***
    Our dearest Fify Mimi has left us for greener pastures for the next 9 months! Girl, we are going to miss you! Email/sms us when you reach! Take care. ;)

    23:21

    0 comments