Friday, August 11, 2006
singapore, a place to be.
Neil Humphreys' book is an absolute hoot. For those who haven't even smelt the book since it came out of the press, grab it, with all the Singaporean kiasu-ness you possess. Which, I can safely say, comes in large dollops.
Now, I'm willing to bet my little toe that half of you probably didn't understand half of what you just read. The other half, can't read anything to save their sorry hides, and are presumeably at my blog to glare at the beautiful graphics.
Singaporean youths, I am sorry to say, are a bunch of sorry literature bats. Which means, once again, that they can't read. They're generally literature illiterate, with the exception of the people who actually take literature in school. This, oh-so-coincidentally, leads to the sad conclusion that Singaporean kids are in touch with Shakespeare and Jane Austen for about an hour twice a week.
But I digress. In fact, you can ignore the whole of the last paragraph because it's absolute codswallop. I didn't mean it at all. Then again, I said all of that with the subtlety of a headbutt in a chest.
Anyway. It pains me to realise, with a jolt of irritation, that I probably didn't make sense to alot of people. As usual. My genius goes abosolutely unnoticed, much to my eternal chagrin. Okay. I had alot more to say, with more depth, but at the rate and state in which I'm rambling at, all you people out there would most probably look at me like I'm some intelligent animal from the Night Safari. *smirks* Yeah RIGHT.
8:59 PM
;and the DODO has the final say.
