For the sake of updating my blog...

You're like me! The intelligent loner. You're shy

at times but friendly, and you are never weak

and always independent. You are incredibly

intelligent (wise beyond your years) and have

a talent for many things (sports, music,

art). You have a kind and warm personality

and enjoy the simple things. Like hanging out

with friends and watching movies at home. But

you're sometimes quiet nature makes you a bit

of an outcast and a mystery to people. No

matter how pretty you are or smart or

athletic, you just can't seem to break into

the crowd and be noticed. Don't worry, try to

be more outgoing and speak out when you have

more to say. Don't hide behind your books and

sports and computer, get out there and get

noticed. You also have deep desires in life

and feel vunerable and alone at times. Don't

feel sad either, What helps me to express

feelings and dreams that I can't say to

people, is through my writting. Maybe you

should try.


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last minute reading..

I never liked studying psychoanalysis and I doubt I ever will. Unfortunately, I've chosen to take film studies this semester and here's a sample of what I'm reading right now:

Visual Pleasure and Narrative Cinema (1975) - Laura Mulvey

"The paradox of phallocentrism in aIl its manifestations is that it depends on the image of the castrated woman to give order and meaning to its world. An idea of woman stands as lynch pin to the system: it is her lack that produces the phallus as a symbolic presence, it is her desire to make good the lack that the phallus signifies..."

"Woman's desire is subjected to her image as bearer of the bleeding wound, she can exist only in relation to castration and cannot transcend it..."

"Woman then stands in patriarchal culture as signifier for the male other, bound by a symbolic order in which man can live out his phantasies and obsessions through linguistic command by imposing them on the silent image of woman still tied to her place as bearer of meaning, not maker of meaning..."

Surely a penis isn't THAT significant and powerful???? No offence to film studies enthusiasts but I can't believe the shit I'm reading.

And as usual I have nothing intelligent to say about academic readings.

I wish...

that I could go to sleep and wake up on April 20th when my exams would be over, my fyp would be handed in and I could start preparing for the greatest adventure of my lifetime so far - WAT.

After so many years, I am still an escapist and a lazy ass.

There are really many things I can do to improve myself...

1. I should be a more helpful friend whether or not the receiving party is a close pal.
2. I should get out and exercise.
3. I should eat less fatty/salty/processed food.
4. I should read publications more intelligent than Her World.
5. I should pick up a French language tape and continue learning the language on my own.
6. I should spend less, save more and stop taking so much money from my mother.
7. I should sleep less.
8. I should stop whining.

...

Anyway, H has received confirmation for his Germany trip. He will be sorely missed the next couple of months.

sheesh

Caught this Japanese/Korean film titled Blood and Bones today with H. Found it disturbing, annoying and at times disgusting.

Stay away if you:

1. are feminist;
2. have zero tolerance for MCPs;
3. hate watching violent films.

I think I am getting old. Maybe I should just stick to light-hearted movies from now on.

Anyway, on the way home in a taxi, we met the most unbearable driver ever. I never liked talkative cabbies but this one really took the cake.

What he jabbered about throughout the journey from Suntec to CCK:

-How he travelled at 170km/hr when he drove in Malaysia. "The car was floating man!"
-How he had rich banker friends who could buy $100K cars for wives.
-How he had friends who frequented casinos in S. Africa.
-How his son was one of the top SATs scorers. (He even recited his son's scores for each individual subject.)
-How his son applied to the Ivy league unis.
-How unis all over the world are trying to get his son into their schools.
-How the MIT interviewer was sooo impressed with his darling son. "He asked my son to try for Harvard! He says my son is gifted!"
-etc, etc, etc.

He either was completely oblivious to our annoyance or he was all out to be a pain in the ass. While H was nice enough to grunt or give a fake laugh at random intervals in his monologue, I shifted between playing with my phone and rolling my eyes. H even had to pretend to answer the phone just to shut him up for a few minutes.

*insert eye-rolling smiley*

And after unloading my pissy-ness, I think I need to go clean my ears out now.