Subway fast

I first tried Subway in Singapore out of desperation – it was the only fast food restaurant on campus, and the prices were similar (if not lower) than Malaysian Subways. I soon had Subway once a week. Then twice a week. By now, oh gosh, I’m having Subway  at least on a daily basis.

As you can imagine, it’s a horrible strain financially. I must, must stop this. So I started my fast today. But it is hard. Very hard. It took me so much effort not to walk to a Subway just now for dinner. I still ate out, to placate my sobbing self.

*sob*

Repeal s377a?

You can never go more than five minutes in Singapore without someone mentioning something along the lines of s377a – the statute in the penal code that bans gay sex, especially with the large petition effort to repeal it. While libertarian instincts immediately say yes, part of me gets confused especially with the strong opposition by Christians here.

But perhaps Christians might get the gays to their side if they employ the following strategy:

‘Gays Too Precious To Risk In Combat,’ Says General

How I wasted my time in the last week

• Read How Starbucks Saved My Life (Michael Gates Gill) – quite nice book. Flashbacks annoyingly long, though, and overwhelming amount of Starbucks speak make it sound like a Starbucks promotional book. But still, it prompted a trip down memory lane (I worked in Starbucks before).
• Watched “The Maid” (Mediacorp/Rain Tree). Very well done, with few annoying moments. SPOILERSPOILERSPOILER Parts of the story made no sense (like the Indonesian maid that started running and jumping to her death), and the fact that the narrator was the ghost not the maid wasn’t that clear: seemingly, I’m the only one that caught on. Highly recommended, not particularly scary.Pseudo-horror, even.
• Watched “Superman Doomsday”. Better than that Hollywood flick that came out. Wait, that’s pure speculation: never bothered watching that said Hollywood flick.
• Watched “The Lakehouse”. Thought it was supposed to be horror movie, instead a time-wrapping romantic comedy. No explanation of how the letters got between two years though, and the supposedly letter-writing conversation doesn’t seem like letters. But a sweet movie, a good recommendation from me.

Clearing the cobwebs

Updates:

• Happy Eid! This year I been to two Ramadhan bazaars – double that of last year!
• I could have gone to more when I was back in KL last weekend till Wednesday, but I contracted the flu. It’s almost as if Allah smite me. Either that, or chronic, prolonged sleep deprivation.
• The wireless card I had broke. To pieces. I bought one at Sim Lim today (err, yesterday), but because I could only afford something below S$50, I got some Taiwanese shit. It gives Windows XP a nice, retro Blue Screen of Death every time I slot it in my PC card drive.
• The sparse blogging would slowly turn non-existent. But tomorrow, I have to deal with some T-Shirt shit instead of studying for the two hard, hard midterms or cracking my head over a term paper whose draft is due next week.
• That term paper – I don’t have a single clue what to write. So far, I wrote my name, my professor’s name, the title and the question. I’m so proud of myself.
• Someone was asking me how to apply to SMU (NUS and NTU) in KL. I was trying hard not to scream out in tears, “NOOOOO, save yourself!” while seeming diplomatic and truly enjoying my time in SMU.
• I’m also trying to figure out how to say, “You’re not smart enough for Singapore. Trust me,” without sounding smug.
• Forgive me Lord, for I have sinned. Last Tuesday for my grandmother’s memorial – and questions like, “How’s Singapore?” (Singapore’s doing alright) and, “Why did you go to Singapore?” (Oh, the wonderful opportunity. Plus, I learnt a lot) and the classic, “Economics and political science? Got jobs meh?” (Yes, so much of jobs. One of my seniors even came out with a S$12,000 starting pay job. The rest made it with a mere $11,500 starting pay).