wouldja get that dirt off for me?
adventures with the door
Today a Singtel man called upon this good household to make his firm’s demand less price elastic.
Levelling out information asymmetry was top on his agenda: “When does your Starhub contract expire?” And, in rapid succession: “Internet, or phone, or both?” “You watch football, right?” (Oh please. Me, football fan? PSH.)
Unfortunately, this admirable one-man attempt to scratch out more market share in Singapore’s telecomms duopoly was severely hampered by a supercilious tone and one girl’s economics A level angst. Her mind was filled with dark thoughts about consumer and societal welfare.
SHOULDN’T YOU BE INNOVATING, she raged.
WHY IS SINGTEL SPENDING ITS SUPERNORMAL PROFIT ON IMBECILES LIKE YOU. STOP TRYING TO PERSUADE ME THAT YOUR HAVE NO CLOSE SUBSTITUTES. THIS TOTALLY REPRESENTS A MISUSE OF SOCIETY’S RESOURCES.
In the end the girl’s pained look was enough to make the man go away.
happy bday small!
Today my sister turns 15, having officially escaped Tweenhood relatively unscathed by the grasping claws of Miley, the Twihards and their ilk.
chicken-counting post.
- Procure 5 belated birthday gifts.
- Build a PC. No, srsly.
- Muay thai like mad!
- Sightread! and play by ear.
- Volunteer again.
- Steal/swindle/buy tickets to a pro bout.
- Watch a Twilight movie.
- Buy Sims 3!
- Expand wardrobe beyond tees/shorts/sandals. F’real.
- Read. Ravenously.
- Find my life’s calling. Hopefully.
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The Things We Do For Art of the Day: Artist Dominic Wilcox attached a metal On/Off switch to his head with wig tape and kept it there, day and night, for a month.
Wilcox says:
I remember after leaving the place where it was done I had to overtake some people on the path. I knew they would see it, so that was a big moment, then after that I relaxed a little. I went into a pub once and ordered a drink. It felt like the music and pool balls came to a stop for a second or so. Then started up again.
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The Things We Do For Art of the Day: Artist Dominic Wilcox attached a metal On/Off switch to his head with wig tape and kept it there, day and night, for a month.
Wilcox says:
I remember after leaving the place where it was done I had to overtake some people on the path. I knew they would see it, so that was a big moment, then after that I relaxed a little. I went into a pub once and ordered a drink. It felt like the music and pool balls came to a stop for a second or so. Then started up again.
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a lvls & drive
Desperation to get out of the country? Insecurity? Straight A’s as proof of worth? Peer pressure? Hunger for something to show for 10 years of mugging? Does it matter? How can I get some?
It’s fantastic mugging at night. The construction workers have long packed away their drills, my dad has stopped blaring cutesy Korean dramas on the TV, my sister is done skulking.
Nothing but the post-rain air & my notes. At last, space to think.
Then I remember I have apparently the biggest exam of my life to study for, and suddenly feel ever so tired.
What I meant to say was,
ECONS, AN A FOR ECONS AUFDRHGH.
“You have potential,” began my Econs tutor, attempting to get me to Believe In Myself, “because…you can write.”
Wow, and so can a million other hungry A levellers.
Absolutely terrified that all this reviewing and chanting and link-drawing and diagram-sketching-and-explaining and evaluating and furious scribbling won’t suffice, that when it comes to crunch time my brain will simply fill itself with rainbows and unicorn pie, my hand will freeze, and I will overturn my table and do an anarchic dance in a cloud of softly falling foolscap and stationery.
Today I visited my mum’s ancestral plaque at the Thong Teck Sian Tong Lian Sin Sia. While we waited for her to spiritually devour our egg-tart-and-green-tea offering, these adorable chickens stalking suspiciously around the edge of the temple caught my eye.
And then I went vegetarian for lunch.
Deceit
It feels like we’re suspended in a twilight zone of sorts.
Strung between Farewell Assembly and the A levels, this “study break” seems at once breathless yet interminable—now that I’m painfully wading through innumerable sinkholes in my syllabus knowledge.
I should probably hit the school library on Monday. At least there will be muggers there to shake me up.
Including my dear schizo-possessive classmate, whom I shall invariably bump into; across whose face will be a pained expression, or an aggressive chimpanzee-grimace smile, according to her fancy.
Hopefully she will not attempt to Clarify Things with me again. The one time we enacted an epic teary-eyed drama in the middle of the canteen was beyond cheesy. I pray I’ll have the good sense to sprint in the opposite direction of spite when it tries to be my “bestest-friend-forever”*.
*It’s a quote. Really.
