and this is how the cookie crumbles

i officially declare that chaucer is a bitch to mug. but then again, its not as though we all have much of a choice. i suppose chaucer's canterbury tales can be a joy to read, but we would have to first assume that there is nothing else in the world to do and that all other books have been burnt to a crisp. once you do that, let the fun begin i say.

i'm about as excited as a nun in an orgy about the upcoming prelims. but hey, besides the tiny little fact that i havent finished my revision, i'm all ready and raring to go! just wind me up and watch me pitter patter to the promised land.

anyway, i'm rather amused by how all these fan girls start to cry whenever their 'idols' land up in the bottom 2 or 3 or something. and thing is, theyre the SAME girls over the past few weeks. the way theyre crying, one would think that someone told these people that gurmit singh was balding or something. well he is if you think about it, but that's not the point. i mean hell, i can understand how they may like the particular 'idol', but its not as though the fella is going be sent to some random beach to be shot. there's really no need to cry a bucket- full of tears for the fella. even if they win, its not as though you're going to share to spoils of the victory. most likely, he's going to end up with a big fat juicy contract and his first album will go multi- platinum. after which, frequent downloading through kazaa, limewire and other file- sharing softwares will reduce the much loved 'idol' to doing guest appearances on my sassy neighbour.

and if you think real hard about it, these buggers are not so different from the rest of us. i mean hell, not too long ago they too were probably screaming for their own respective 'idols' belting out ballads on that very same stage.

i would love to do a long comprehensive piece on this whole singapore idol phenomenon, but its getting late and late nights dont do wonders to relieve eyebags!

oh for the record, i'm rooting for hady-