Seems like I've become the guru... again. My friends - for once in my life - are mainly guys. Its pretty interesting hearing about romance/girls from their perspective... very amusing actually... and the best part is probably dispensing my worldly knowledge on the female race. and hear their collective gasps of astonishment and revelation. Contrast to past experience with male buddies, my friends in NYU are not blandly nice or emotionally autistic, they're just clueless... more or less at least.

Yes, it definately makes me feel powerful. haha... its almost a delirious sense of control... like that a pimp might feel about his... assets... Yes, mamasan is proud. Her boys are doing well...

School's doing ok. Its time to really buckle down, i hate the feeling that i'm not fulfilling my potential.. that i screwed up some midterms cos i didn't read the questions properly. Which was incredibly stupid. When was the last time that happened? In junior college?

Oh well... nothing particularly worth documenting over here... nothing except that i'm really happy that i've found the people that i've met in NYU. Good people... good friends... at least as far as I know.

So i'm thinking about this weekend... All I can say is that I'm learning alot in NY. About people, about myself.. about stuff.

Went to watch Hairspray with Francine on friday. Realized what an impossible asshole i can be at times when I don't think about what I say. But in either case, we had a really goodtime that night. Including the part when we realized that we might not have enough money (we did) for dinner and when we were sharing my shawl (snuggle and cuddle) and walking around Times Square in search of a money changer to convert S$50 into USD. What can I say, desperate times call for desperate measures...

The musical was great. I like the way it addressed the notion of being marginalised, alienated and out of the loop from the rest of the society. I suppose everyone feels a sense of otherness in one way or another, whether u are fat/slim/ colored/ white/ smart/stupid (well i suppose if u're really dumb u can't very well notice that u are basically a retard)... Basically, i feel like the show could speak to alot of people - which is why its so popular.

On a side note, I think its ironically quaint how minorities (not race specifically) end up sticking together and how that in itself displaces that sense of alienation with comaraderie. think of all the hobos, druggies...

I'm still wondering if Francine and I managed to get the Wicked Lottery tickets. i guess in either case, I'm glad that I don't know because its over and done with.

Speaking of which, i've been considerig if its ever possible to appreciate anyone in his or her totality. Like whether if I was omniscient about someone's life, would I ever be able to like that person anymore. ANd i mean like not in terms of romance... but like in terms of respect and admiration.

So once again I'm trying to get down to blog. Got down to livejournal mainly cos of my stalker tendencies and decided to start one (again) for fun.. and then, volia. I create the world's cheesiest username and my blog's started.

I miss writing, almost as much as I hate the way I express my thoughts in words nowadays. My life in the states has irredemably impaired my ability to apply my now not-so-extensive vocabulary as even has I find myself more fluent in daily slang like "let's bounce" (ie. let's get going). [Ps: note how i'm trying to squeeze in as many "big" words as possible into this paragraph]

So i'm currently prograsinating reading "The ladmark Thucydides". I hate works of antiquity (does it even deserve a name?!) with a passion. why the hell can't people write in understandable English. More importantly, why do i have to study this shit... I find it incredibly difficult to look upon this discordant text as a work of literature. (may that historian fellow who wrote that rest in peace).

Today I didn't do much - went for Intro to Marketing, skipped the next class, came home to sleep, went out to buy some food, watched some videos on Youtube, tried to get work done. I wish I'll get down to using my time more productively. Not just in terms of Homework, but in terms of TRULY making use of life. I keep wanting to go for that Ballroom class thing on saturday - but its on SATURDAY!!! So Its such a pain to muster the effort to go down to school...

I feel this incredible need to make full use of my time, and yet this unbelievable inertia to even get out of my room. why is that? It seems to me that I haven't accomplished much with my time on earth. Maybe its a Singaporean thing when school work takes up so much time that having a life = having time to meet up with a few people every weekend. everytime these kids talk about their interests... in cards, music, apple picking, drugs, sex, books... I feel like my life has been unbelievably uneventful.