Hamburger Day
2005-07-28 @ 8:34 p.m.

I have a cold, so I did skip NAPFA today. I was very annoyed this morning. I had to go down to CMPB just to pick up a bunch of papers for a heart examination next month. They could have just mailed everything to me, since they'd already decided I had to go for it sometime earlier this month. Talk about inefficiency! So it takes one month to figure out they need me to go for further tests and actually inform me about that, another month to get the paperwork ready so I can go down all the way to CMPB to collect it, and then another month before I actually have the appointment, and another month or so before they can finally decide my PES status. Brilliant. Incidentally, why does everyone think I've cut my hair whenever I don't spike it? I'm thinking of switching to a spray next. Sat in school for an hour and finished this awful anthology of modern Japanese tanka. It has to be a cultural issue, because I can't imagine why most of what I read qualifies as good poetry. Granted, it probably sounds better in Japanese, but if the translations are anything to go by, Japanese poetry is really strange by English standards. You thought E.E. Cummings was odd? This is way worse. Why did I read it then, you might ask? Elementary, my dear Watsons. I've borrowed it, I've started on it, I might as well finish it. Reading Toh Hsien Min's The Enclosure Of Love, which is much nicer, and very different from most Singaporean poetry I've encountered so far. I like this line from the poem, Central Business District, a lot: "The possibility of intelligence/Is much more dangerous than intelligence." Principles Of Literary Criticism is academic, but not yet tediously so...