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Saturday, July 29, 2006

you know the kinda luck. the kind that is kinda like a word that rhymes with it but starts with a f? you know the kind that you get when you have two buses to take ( 87 and 72) but as you are heading to take 72 you change your mind and decide to take bus 87 at the other bus stop, but as you walk towards it, it goes hurtling pasts you and the bus stop is way to far to run. so you turn back and walk towards the other bus stop but at the traffic lights suddenly 72 appears, like a bastard with a snigger. and it too does the worst and goes past you. it always happens you know. i could be 10-15 seconds in front and i would have caught it. but no it chooses the exact moment where its impossible.

singapore idol is becoming such a joke already. honestly i dont really know why i am watching or following it, but i just cant help watching just to find out which songs their going to screw up again. as one by one the good singers are ousted from the biggest singing competition, we are left with people who cant sing better than someone with a cat down their throat and a tongue twisted ten times over. and by people, here of course i am referring to the two guys. oh wait there are 4 guys left. severe lack of male voting here i presume. reason : no hot girls. i mean if there were hot girls in it, then daaaym id be watching it intently. but there aint none! there is a severe flaw in the voting process. they should just rig it all and let mathilda win. even though she looks like my mother. no serious. she does. not that thats a bad thing or whatever.

i always hate it when people on tv phrase their sentences with a question, then give the answer immediately. its like freaking hell arent you gonna give me a chance to guess? they'd just be like, "and what did john do?" "well, he killed himself". and i'd be sitting there thinking to myself, "wheres the cheese at? oh crap what? oh she already told me.. bugger". or maybe they'd go "and what happened next?" "they all perished". people have to understand that choice of words play a significant part in the viewers experience. if you immediately gratify the viewer with the answer he is not going to be able to use his brain. this is where television gets its label as the idiot box.

its all about choice.

i made a wrong choice last night. i wanted to find out if someone was sleeping ( who was on the other side of the room). so i got the person next to him's attention and then made a sleep signal (putting my palms together and resting them against the side of my head, slightly tilting it at the same time) and then pointed to sleeper. she then woke him up!! wtf. i didnt want her to wake him up but she did. so i realised if i had pointed first before making the sleep sign it would of had the right outcome. you see the sleep signal then point means, "hes sleeping? wake him up for me" while the point and sleep signal means "look at him. is he sleeping?"

but enough about signs and sleeping and choices. because signs of sleepiness are getting to me. so ill make the choice of sleeping now. this is me, signing off to sleep. choice.

James Barr at 3:08 AM

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