Went to Comedy Masala the other night and although there were some amusing moments, I wasn't exactly in stitches over the jokes that the stand-up comedians chose to pull out of their arsenal.  The cruxes of most of their jokes revolved around three things – sexual organs, women, and racial issues. I mean yeah these topics definitely have potential to make everyone double up in their chairs but they become predictable after awhile. Don't get me wrong, I love dirty things (heh) and my blog is full of it via my graphic descriptions of a man's penis most of the time but ya la sometimes I wished other things could be made into the butt of jokes too.

I think it's easy to turn a serious topic into a subject of comic relief because the very absurdity of making something that's not funny at all into something so fucking hilarious is already funny enough. In my opinion the mark of a true comedian is the ability to turn something that's already funny into something else that would leave your abs sore the next day.

Anyway school's still alright, tho it's Week 2 so there's nothing much yet. I foresee the avalanche of work will hit sometime soon so hold on to your butts. Sometimes school feels like one is climbing K2 and we just know that shit's gonna hit sometime soon the higher we ascend/progress through the school weeks. And that feeling of waiting just fucking sucks.

So Week 1 of 13 down – I'm already praying for the term to fly by because waking up at 7.45 in the morning for a 10am lesson seriously sucks. I have and always will be a night owl, so one can only imagine the agony I face dragging my lifeless body out of bed and into the shower at an hour when the Sun has only just started the 1st hour of its daily grind. Why cannot work at night? No sun, less chances of raining, brain works better and supper always tastes better than our 3 daily staple meals.

I feel so sian when I board the train every morning because everyone is so glum and the mood that reverberates around the train can seriously cause one to melt into a puddle of tears. Our lives are all running on clockwork. We're just like horses with blinkers, looking ahead, charging ahead, forging on. Never once do we just pause for a moment to think about the meaning behind it all. Sian la existential crisis.

On a better note, feeling that this semester would be a fulfilling one because one of the practicums dictates that we'll get to start up our very own online magazine (from scratch) that will go live by the end of the sem. So fingers crossed and pray that shit doesn't hit the fan lolol. Although I'm rather worried because of the rustiness in my writing but oh wells you never know if you never try.

Hope week 2 shiok