jaded

And so it begins

Not only has the new year begun, but so has the bane of my existence.
SCHOOL.

Last sem wasn’t so bad, except for the fact that I had to take the most cursed cross-faculty module ever known to mankind.
Genes and society.
Till now, I shudder in my sleep when I think of how inadequately prepared we were for the exam.
Not due to lack of studying, more due to lack of HELP.
Ah well that’s in the past.

This semester is looking up.
Finance is the most important module for the semester, considering the fact that I intend to major in it.
The other modules are untested, and I cant say much about them till further in the year.

The New Year was great, so was my birthday party, and so on.
Everyone knows of my absolute incapability at uploading and resizing pictures.
Its like asking Mariah carey to do calculus.

So thus, if any of you have any desire to see what I’ve been doing for the past few weeks, at least in the form of pictures, head on down to the gf’s site

www.frinn.net

now that we’re done with highlighting my idiocy, lets not dwell on it.

Heres the top 3 things pissing me off RIGHT this instant.
And I mean right now, as in 1.30am.

3. reggaeton

so we went clubbing to O bar the other day, and they played some ‘reggaeton’.
don’t get me wrong, ive been a fan of this kinda music when it first came out through busta and lumidee’s song, never let you go. Soon wayne wonder, n.o.r.e, et al came along, and then the invasion began. Every song in the world now has a (reggaeton remix) at the end. Friends, you don’t get a reggaeton song by just adding a repetitive drum machine loop and some latino lyrics. It doesn’t work that way. I heard the albums by daddy yankee, don omar and pitbull. If you had told me what I had heard was actually 1 song looped 30 times, I would have believed you. Im predicting that soon enough, Britney spears and daddy yankee will have a song out titled “no panty (mi no pantolina)”

2. dbs bank

the blokes at dbs bank are really pissing me off. a few weeks ago, I received an envelope from them containing this stupid device, which when you press it, displays a random 6 digit number. Now, whenever I log on to my dbs account via the internet, I not only have to key in my own number, but the stupid random number this thing generates as well. What is the deal with that? Honestly, how pathetic is your security system if hackers can just breeze through your first line of defence, like they were walking into toys 'r us . Why is it no other banks have implemented this god forsaken system of internet security. WHY. You know the best part? On the device itself, theres a hole for someone to put a string through and wear on their neck. Now, who in this universe, would ever wear a random-number-generating device on their neck?

“hey dude what song you listening to on your nifty mp3 player that is fashionably dangling off your neck?”

“umm…im listening to ‘847331’ by the 612837. good stuff”

1. ipod stores

now don’t get me wrong. I even have a friend who works there. But honestly, the accessories being sold are amazingly over-priced, and definitely not worth it.

Why do I need a plastic dog to put my ipod into. Is it really necessary for me to put my ipod in a sock?

I hate how when you go to the shop, you see all these people who seemed to have mated with ipods.
“yea dude ive been doin this ipod nano here for the last 4 months. She may be small but she sure is a tiger”

honestly, why are these people so obsessed with their ipods and the accessories.
To me, the ipod is a device with which I can hear some music. To these people who gather at these shops on a daily basis, its like their whole life revolves around their ipod.

“whens your son’s birthday?”
“I cant remember, but I know for sure when the nano 2,3 and 4.3 are coming out!”

and they look at you like theyre so much superior to you because they have so many accessories, and the latest version of the ipod.

There are kids in my school who must be the offspring of these creatures.
When I whip out my old school ipod mini, they look at me like I have leprosy.
“wah ipod mini leh…maybe he pass his disease to me then how wah die I got ipod nano version 9.9981 leh…”
little does manjan boy realize that the white ipod earphones merely accentuate the huge glob of earwax that has made its way out of his deformed ear.
That’s what you get for giving me the “eeyer ipod-mini-carrying leper’ look.
DIE.

So my earphones got spoilt, and I wanted a new one.
So at the ipod shop, I asked how much was a replacement.
The dude says, very nonchalantly, “60 dollars only”
Eh idiot, for 60 bucks, I can buy myself a band of traveling gypsies and make them sing to me every night(amongst other things)

mmm.

just imagine.

Time for bed...

“sing my children.sing for me.sing in your gypsy voices, with your gypsy instruments.
Use that banjo and that ukulele.
That’s it my friends, all 14 of you.
Funny how a lifetime of your services COSTS LESS than one ipod earphone.

Sing me a nice reggaeton song.
don’t know any?
Ok ok just sing ‘sweet home alabama’, let me switch on the drum-machine loop on the pc, and let me put on some latin porn.

“sweeet home alabaama…*tsk tsk drum beat tsk tsk (tsk is not me being condescending, it is me impersonating the drum beat)*…aye papi oooh papi!”

and with that.
I must retire to bed. (theres an angelina jolie look-alike amidst the gypsies, I swear it)

Oh oh if any of you are in bands, and wanna see how world class bands rehearse/jam, check this out.

It’s a clip of nine inch nails jamming one of their best songs(my fave for sure), ‘just like you imagined’.


Well thats really it for now.

Much love to all those who matter.
especially the lovely and brilliant gf.
happy new year to all.