Friday, March 03, 2006

The Untouchables

May mean a movie (made in 1987), band (formed 1957), some ego-trip taken by a hip-hop rapper (anytime man). Or it may mean the underbelly of the Indian, Hindu to be precise, society (around since the Caste system was formed to maintain social order). There are 150 million Untouchables in India, or 2% of the world's population. That's quite a lot of marginalized people!

What I am proud of myself for: I spent 2 days staying back after school until 8.30pm to do my readings, and am closing the gap to my Theories of Communications and New media module, which has found itself lodged in the red zone. Due to 3 weeks at least lost to my unfortunate lecturer. She's really friendly and eloquent up close, but somehow when hundreds of eyes (nope, not just 24 eyes, Kinoshita Keisuke) looked down to her waiting for her to deliver, she stammers and grabs what's left of our waning attention span and gives it one good giant swing out the window. Wait, not window. The glass panes of the AV crew room.

I also actually prepared and did the readings for South Asian Studies, which is crucial to understanding some of the morbid and post-modernistic writings done by academics who think all who delve into their works are born in Pluto like they are. So effectively, I did not smoke this presentation I did with a friend from Political Science. In fact I delivered the case studies as if I were the first person witness, with a dose of humour.

Had lunch with Chung Hei, shuai ge to Caryn =p and he told me civil engineering consists of more than just adult Lego. In fact, desalination and other technology that may sustain human life in future rest in the hands of people the likes of him. If it's him I'm fine he's such a workaholic and takes things so seriously I won't be afraid. There, an appraisal for a friend long due. Been so pissed with him lately for not turning up at social gatherings and suppers.

It will mean more late nights in NUS for me in future. "A closed mind is like a closed fist", quoth pathetic kung fu expert interviewed by DJ Lazlow in Grand Theft Auto III. Maybe a car would be good. snigger. It only costs 8k in Hong Kong. Cousin Eric has got a mazda just like my uncle.

It's going to be a year since we left the army!