Oyy, Results Are Out...

Just went to the NYP site to check up on my FYP results. Surprise, surprise!! The site wasn't overloaded with people coming in to check theirs as well. So, it didn't take long for the screen to pop up. Well, needless to say, I kinda expected my grade to be the way it is; I'm only thankful I didn't fail it & can now move on to prepare myself for the grueling tasks in the upcoming semester.

Only less than 6 months left to life in the Polytechnic. And after that?? Whereabouts?? I still don't know. Judging by my grades, if I don't push myself this time, I can as sure as hell say bye bye bye to getting that future degree.

I have resolved myself to forwarding surveys & questionaires as bulletins from Friendster to pass the time I have at home. Am I that bored?? I am not really known to subject myself to answering these questions but what with the amount of time I have on my hands, looks like my other options are quite limited.

Today's dinner was Spaghetti Bolognese, cooked with love by Mummy Alonso & made from scratch. Well, she did use a combination of tomato puree & whole tomatoes. And no minced meat; but CHUNKS of meat. *drools* Ahahahkz!! Well, I was in charge of shredding the cheese. Orthodoxically, Parmesan cheese is used for pasta, right?? Daddy Alonso bought Cheddar instead.

Anywayz, Mummy Alonso claims that Parmesan would stink the whole house, therefore Cheddar was fine. Since I hadn't played any part in making the pasta sauce or even cooking the pasta, it was my duty to shred the block of cheese. Not that I had any problem with it; it just merely meant taking away my moments on the comp. A delicious meal, as usual.

What do you expect when Mummy Alonso's the one cooking except perfection?? And I am proud to say that none of the meat pieces got stuck in between my teeth, saving me the irksome trouble of having to spend endless minutes prodding around my mouth with a toothpick.

Been thinking of ordering pizza from Pelican's tomorrow for break fast, with a side of garlic bread & a coupla Pelican's droolicious to-die-for barbecued chicken wings; my treat for the family. Yes, the very same wings I ate during FYP & had trouble getting up from my seat after that. Whahahakz!! Serves me right for being greedy.

Okay, so what's this I hear about racist bloggers running amok. And what's this about the Malay race being used as targets in the contents of their blog entries. Personally, I haven't read ANY of the racist entries done by those bloggers & I don't think I'm about to lower myself by doing that. Not that I'm on the defense for my own race or anything; I just don't see the point.

So this is how multi-racial & multi-cultured Singapore really is, huh?? Where you have races hurtling insults at each other via the Internet. True, it's their blog, their opinion. But, think about it. Living with you (other races) aren't exactly a ride in the park, either.

Just the other day when I was in the bus on my way to work early in the morning, a Chinese uncle sitting diagonally across from me did the inevitably disgusting. He reached into his nose & dug for gold. Now, if that wasn't bad enough, he pulled out his snot-covered finger & looked at it TOYING with that offensive piece of crap. Well, I had myself to blame for torturing my eyes to watch.

And the best part?? When I thought he was going to whip out his handkerchief or whatever tissue he had, guess just what he did.

HE BLOODY WIPED HIS FINGER ON THE SEAT IN FRONT OF HIM!!!!

Disgusting moron!! I very nearly went on a retching fit & thanked the good Lord I was dropping off at the next stop. A Chinese lady sat beside him & I admit to restraining myself from shouting out a warning to her not to sit beside that revolting man.

So, you see how difficult it is to live with people who don't value the meaning of hygiene?? Why & where do you think SARS came about?? Because people like that moronic idiot don't care about practical hygiene. But I am basing my opinion on just one person from one specific race. Well, another example would be the number of spitters there are in Singapore.

Frankly, of what race are the majority of spitters available here?? You want to spit, spit in the dustbin lahh!! What do you think this is?? A football pitch?? And you're the soccer players?? Dream on lahh, uncles!! Even the worst of the soccer-playing spitters would be horrified at the way you all spit & stop spitting altogether. Theirs is pure spit. Yours is spit plus phlegm plus don't know what other disgusting stuff.

Jeez. No wonder the number of diseases are rising each year. Because cleanliness isn't viewed as of utmost importance anymore.

Will be back to talk about something more un-depressing in a while. Got struck by the emo bug when I saw another woman with Xabi & Luis with his wife going to a club at downtown Liverpool. Bleahz...

Laterz...
Lenny JC