cash deprived cow

hi all.

have accomplished absolutely zero iota of mugging today, save for some bits of un-leaked info residues left in my punitive brain after today's chem tuition. it was quite a preductive session, save for brief intervals where NANA would squeal a sudden *and deathly inappropriate* remark that set the 3 girls shrieking away. leaving the male and completely ignorant tutor extremely pissed, to the point whereby he cut in with a huffy "can i continue?" whilst NANA was explaining the finer points of our reality actually being an altered reality where we're living our dreams and how butterfly dreams pale in comparison to screwball ET comptrollers over the little electrical blimps that represent us in the galaxy.

Being unaccustomed to being shushed in disgrace for causing riotous behavior in "class", NANA promptly shut up about my brief side-course in entomological REM sleep and errant extraterrestrials. :)

anyway. i shall hereby swear to complete at least the nucleic acids maindmap before i retire for the day (wow-nice ancient royalty ring to it :D) so i don't get hounded by guilt. So much so that in my dreams, which i insist to be altered reality, get haunted by Mr-Smith like copies of my revision timetable chasing me down psychedelic alleys selling grilled human heads skewered on sticks and one of those heads happen to be my chem tutor's, asking me why i haven't managed to remember the polarisability trends in large anions. hoho. see why i'm so scary? cos i live in a wery, wery scary altered reality, mah deahs. :)

today i took bus 67 to school. it was air conditioned, had the usual greenish-stripped-watermelon furry seats, and was crowded to the point of decotellage-kissing in the passengers. anyway NANA managed to get a seat and decided to check on the time by consulting the running neon-red text that scrolled ceaselessly over the heads of passengers on TIBS buses. This phenomenon you don't get to see anywhere else in the world, bro. :) anyway. upon glancing at the text-scroller-plastic-instalment, i was flummoxed.

it didn't display the usual "welcome aboard, 27 Aug 2005, 08:46" that i was expecting. It did, however, offer me the following piece of information:

"SINGAPORE"

i read it and the first thing that struck me was, since when did they decide to change the content? TIBS is getting ever so creative and innovative nowadays. then the 2nd thought was, i need to know the time.

which the stupid plastic instalment was not proffering. it simply refused to allow me the satisfaction of knowing the time by plastering the rude, blatant, bright red SINGAPORE all over its face. NANA was irked. I thought: Hey, i need to know the time. i don't need to know i'm in singapore. i know for a fact that i am in singapore, not some obscure dingy corner of the earth or something. i also know for a fact that i'm currently, physically, not in kangaroo-infested perth, or curry-ish and bushy-moustachey new delhi, or mud-hutted swaziland. i just need to know the time! surely it doesn't hurt to display the time rather than this lousy, completely irrelevant piece of information that all my other decotellage-kissing Singaporeans and I don't need to know.

and then as the bus reached HC and i alighted i suddenly thought: oh well. maybe it's useful for some poor Swaziland sod who unknowingly got himself transported onto a TIBS 67 bus and need to compose himself. :)