Was too sleepy yesterday to blog, so here it is:

Had my radio shift earlier on Thursday morning, and I royally screwed it up. So many practice sessions, and I screw that one up. Yaaaaaargh. Ah well, at least almost no one heard it. Or would care enough. Had a couple of hours of school, then rushed home to shower and change for my interview at SPH. I don't think it went very well, actually. A lot of the questions they asked me I didn't anticipate, such as whether I could speak Chinese/Dialect (!), or what I thought a reporter did. Needless to say, I don't think I came across as knowing exactly what I wanted to do. And THEN they asked me why I seemed so solemn ("Where's your youthful enthusiasm? You're only 19!"). Stuff like that.

Fast Forward to today, when Brendan Wong seemed to be in an uber bitch mode. Only 8 people showed up for class, and needless to say, he wasn't the happiest camper in TP. So he cancelled the class this morning, and told us to come back again tomorrow. So there goes my Saturday morning. Then, that left us with about 6 whole hours to kill. Fantastic. So I decided to do a little editing, then I bummed around and somehow managed to waste the time (Eddie went home to sleep for 3 hours, then came home. Applause please.), then went for lecture. Again, Ms. Chuah complained about the super low attendance. We finished early, then I went to Long John Silver's to try out that Spicy Chicken thing. It's not really very spicy at all (and this comes from a non-chilli eater), but at 3.90 for 3 pieces of regular-sized chicken, I sure as hell wasn't complaining. Eddie went back to school to pass the time, and I went home. I'll stop blogging at this point, since I can bet there won't be much else that will be happening.

Dasvedanya
HW

Well, SPH finally called. I'm supposed to have an interview with them Thursday afternoon. Hooray.
I can't get my mind off the current situation in the Gulf. You've got so many people there, living, always assuming that the US would never make good on it's threats to bomb the living shit out of them, and snap! While they slept, Darth Bush giving Saddam the ultimatum he knew he wouldn't follow through with anyway. They're feeling fear for the first time in their life. Genuine, unadulterated fear. I mean, shit man. The US is supposed to be the big brother of the world, but any country in that position inevitably attempts to bend the world to their view of what's right. But I can't help but feel for the Iraqis. They're involved in a war that they never asked for. It's things like this that I lose faith in humanity. Not to mention the Americans, patriotism is fine, but patriotism to the extent of extremism isn't. Freedom Fries? Dumb. Banning artistes because of certain P.O.Vs that don't agree with the status quo? That's not freedom of speech, that's communism. The real sad thing about all this? No one seems to care.



While I'm on the subject of bitching, I'm also quite tired of never being told anything. As if I can't be trusted to be told. And I'm also apparently never high up on the list of those who're going to be told, too. "I was going to tell you but you found out already." Yeah. Sure.

I guess it sucks that everyone has someone who they confide in, when something's exciting happened to you, you rush to tell that person because you need to let someone know. I want to share in that, I want to be happy for you. I don't know what it is, though. Things like this, make me wonder what kind of friend I am to the people in question. Am I not that close after all? Can I not be trusted? How would I know, when I've never been given a secret to entrust? So far, no one's ever told me their secrets in person. It's always been me finding out for myself. Through coincidence, or an accidental slip of the tongue of their, much closer, friends. Everyone's a busybody at heart, but nobody likes feeling left out of the group. Left out of the loop. Never knowing what people are talking about, what the joke is, or why he or she is acting that way. Instead, they hush me and tell me to mind my own business.

I don't like going to sleep sad.

Added a comments system to this thing. And for the life of me I can't get it to the settings I want, so you're going to have to stare at an ugly-ass piece of text until I can figure it out.

Well, today was shorter than I expected. Woke up super early to go for the lecture, and afterwards I find out that the radio tutorial is postponed. I'm not complaining anyway. Helped film for Kenneth's group today, then at the same time filmed some random footage for my MEP individual. I don't even know what it's about. Ah well, he's not looking for Oscar-worthy screenplays, right?

Came home, watched Clerks. Played a bit of PS2, then pretty much slacked the rest of the day. Yeah, ideal.

Yet another long day of Ratchet and Clank. Damn, but that game's fun to play. From morning till night, same as it was the day before. Hmm.... I sense a trend.
Anyway, went for the Career Exploration workshop on Saturday, was a student leader. Did more or less the same thing as I did the other time with the collages and stuff. Sadly, got no placing this year. I am disappointed. Oh well.



I dunno, my life seems to be stuck in a rut. It's a pretty boring one, as far as lives go.