Tuesday, December 28, 2004

rubbish

i feel pressured, sometimes, to come up with something reflective, or at least something along the witty lines of some of the blogs i enjoy reading.

i wanted to write about lasting marriages, about how oprah reacted to barbara streisand's 6-year marriage to james brolin in a manner that would make one thing that 6 years is incredibly long. i laughed at that: my parents have been married for 36 years.

i wanted to write about the insanity of theme parks, about how people can catch thrills by getting on rides like the dna twister at berjaya times square, which - to me, at least - seems to have the sole purpose of spinning your brains out. it's incomprehensible how people are so willing to part with RM25 to get on gravity-defying rides that break every law of physics possible...just to get that rush of adrenaline. why, why, why?

i also wanted to write about the latest developments in my university application crisis. about my mother disapproving of my 2nd choice: journalism. about how i don't know what other 2nd choice i should have, considering the way i loathe research and the fact that i prefer physics to chemistry but totally suck at math, which nullifies that preference. i wanted to rant and rave and perhaps come up with some weird insightful revelation in the end. something reflective that would impress my "readers"...if i have any in the first place.

instead, here i am, writing rubbish under the pressure of having to produce something remotely interesting. oh f*** it.

lishun at 10:14 AM

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