Lately

I’ve been a cauldron of conflicting, oxymoronic feelings. Hope, despair, solitude, peace. With hope comes despondency over not having the motivation to fulfill those ambitions. Loneliness, which is never a condition I appreciate, does bring with it a sort of tranquility. Am I content with this state? Not really. But am I desperate to remove myself from this milieu? Not really.

V for Vendetta last Saturday didn’t disappoint. The twist concerning Evie’s incarceration and torture was rather refreshing. And twisted. What kind of sick fuck does that? Let’s not even start on V’s freaky shrine to that lesbian actress who managed to write her memoirs on toilet paper. So it isn’t exactly very realistic. Big deal. It was still a movie that made you think. And I’m ALL for those kind of movies these days. Enough mindless drivel, although like fast food, it is a guilty pleasure once in a while. Lest you think Simon’s going all culture-snob on you, don’t worry, I still LOVE Britney. And Jenny Lo. And commercial pop music. Haha.

People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people.

I wrote in my journal the other day that from that moment on, I would make every moment count. I wouldn’t waste precious time stoning in front of the computer or wandering around Borders or HMV with no real purpose. Guess where I found myself on Tuesday? Wandering about Borders. But I did manage to read Teri Hatcher’s fabulous and courageous interview with Vanity Fair in it’s entirety, thus saving me $12. I’m so cheap! But that doesn’t count as wasting time does it? I’m in one of those obsessive phases now, and this time the target’s La Hatcher. I think she’s hot tamale.

I got a call today from SMU. Have an interview with them on the last day of March, which is a Friday. Oh how I wish they had scheduled it for Monday or Thursday! I’m trying to see how many weeks I can skip Life Activity (which is this really asinine SAF term that basically means PE for us clerks and such). I mean, I have my own gym sessions and they are sufficient for my fitness, thank you very much. Anyway. They’re every Monday and Thursday and I haven’t gone for one this whole year. I actually can’t remember the last time I graced Life Activity! Probably before my Bangkok trip. Haha. But now I’ll have to waste one day of off on a Friday, which has no Life Activity, is the shortest working day of the week, and reeks of that blissful weekend scent. WORST DAY TO TAKE OFF!

Oh well. I shouldn’t complain about army life. I have it a lot, and I mean a LOT better than most other people out there. Seriously I do. I know it’s an Asian value or something to be modest and self-depreciating, but I have it SO MUCH BETTER than most of you. And I’m going to be SO MUCH MORE SUCCESSFUL than most of you too. Sorry. I know, I know, truth hurts.

Gerald downgraded to C9L2. Lucky Burdstard! He’s a stellar example of that old mantra (and Aaliyah song), Try Again. If at first you don’t succeed, pick yourself up and try again. You can dust it off and try again. Too bad Aaliyah wasn’t able to “try again”, so to speak. Ok ok I know that’s a horrible thing to say. Since we’re in the mood for not being politically correct, can I just add that Miss Deaf Texas being killed by a train while walking along the train tracks is just absolutely and utterly hilarious on so many levels. Can you imagine them yelling and hollering at her, sounding the horn, and she being deaf, unaware of the commotion and her impending doom, humming to herself about how pretty she is and of the charity she is going to do. It’s just hysterically funny if you think about it. And terribly ironic. Sorry. Again.

I’m in a REALLY strange mood now. Best be going.

And I don't care what ANYONE says. This is just Perfection. With a capital P.

"Loook at her haaaair!" Donatella playing the role of Mamasan!