I thought I'd never live to see the day when the words "cunning linguist" and "oral sex" were mentioned in a parliament sitting in Singapore, so I ought to be glad that I'm still breathing. Hats off to the brave PAP man who said it.
What would be more fun to know is how many ordinary people actually understood the joke. Then again, Her World ran a sealed sex supplement before I left so maybe things are really changing. It makes me feel old, to remember a time when there was no sex in the media at all, when a 3-second kiss on a local drama serial became a talking point.
On the school front, work is piling up. I don't remember studying so hard before. This time it's facts that you have to know and can't smoke. And I'm still adjusting to not having had any homework for the past 4 years. Hopefully the old brain will be able to crank up to speed by the time exams come around.
The lecturers are either brilliant or excruciating. Some do no better then give slideshow presentations which are not even their own. The slides are supplied by the textbook publishers and, of course, it's a complusory text. Even though the human body has been unchanged for centuries as any textbook would tell you.
The anatomy prof is the best though, and not because the competition sucks. Any man who holds up the middle finger in class to demonstrate a medical fact (nerve supply, for those who are wondering) rules in my book.
On the home front, have found myself a flatmate. Fellow Singaporean, business student and aspiring gourmet. Should be interesting. He's got an older ibook, the white one. Am typing this blog on it right now (will explain below). I thought nobody would use macs here but it's pretty popular. Sigh. Now I feel like such a traitor for ever doubting Steve Jobs and getting a Toshiba.
Funny moment: He agreed to share Internet access with me. Then, he looked at the single phone line and asked: how to network?
Me: You want to network on a 56k dialup?
he: Ah.
Damn it. We've been spoiled by cheap broadband.
And that's why I've gotta borrow his ibook - it's a local call each time we dial up, so we can save if I use his ibook after he's done with it instead of making a new connection from my laptop. crummy isps here.
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Sunday, March 14, 2004 at 7:41 AM
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