Tonight in Chinatown they were trying to break the record for 'The Longest German Sausage being Grilled'. You can do almost anything to get into Guinness, really. Wow wee. How bout the world's smelliest shit, no entry found for that on their website, but of course, you've got to go online to submit a proposal first. I wonder how many joke applications in a day. Well if anything, it brings people together, and in this case, a mish mash of chefs from Singapore and Germany.
I really wasn't intending to blog so everything is going to be a tad disjointed as I'm just wabbling on. I really really do need to read alot more. As it is, I'm probably getting by with a book every 2 months, the Straits Times everyday, occasional Time, Economist, Nat Geo, Nature, monthly Nylon. I think I'm very one dimentional and need to expand my views alot more. I need to learn to research in depth rather than always skimming the surface. I hate being lazy! Argh. Laziness is a bane and I hate having lazy worms, more often than not, the worms always win. Fucking worms.
My brother is very different, a real go getter. This year, he will be competing in the European debating championships in Berlin, running for Vice President of the LSE debating society and amidst the commitment of debate, still find time to write his 3 essays due every 2 weeks, run 3.5km along the Thames twice a week and cook dinner as often as he can. He is the model son, the model student. I am pond scum next to this political genius.
I read blogs of brilliant doctors, doctors with world views, with opinions about the healthcare system, they write well, they have something to say. Plagued with self doubt, I'm charging forth with idealism in one palm and hope in the other. I will never be my brother, and I will always underachieve. Everyday is a constant battle with worms and most days I don't put up much of a fight. But! The clock is ticking and this probably the LAST loan I'll get from the daddy bank. This is it. This is war. So give me my worm spade, cause by golly, this time I'm going to put up a good fight.
I really wasn't intending to blog so everything is going to be a tad disjointed as I'm just wabbling on. I really really do need to read alot more. As it is, I'm probably getting by with a book every 2 months, the Straits Times everyday, occasional Time, Economist, Nat Geo, Nature, monthly Nylon. I think I'm very one dimentional and need to expand my views alot more. I need to learn to research in depth rather than always skimming the surface. I hate being lazy! Argh. Laziness is a bane and I hate having lazy worms, more often than not, the worms always win. Fucking worms.
My brother is very different, a real go getter. This year, he will be competing in the European debating championships in Berlin, running for Vice President of the LSE debating society and amidst the commitment of debate, still find time to write his 3 essays due every 2 weeks, run 3.5km along the Thames twice a week and cook dinner as often as he can. He is the model son, the model student. I am pond scum next to this political genius.
I read blogs of brilliant doctors, doctors with world views, with opinions about the healthcare system, they write well, they have something to say. Plagued with self doubt, I'm charging forth with idealism in one palm and hope in the other. I will never be my brother, and I will always underachieve. Everyday is a constant battle with worms and most days I don't put up much of a fight. But! The clock is ticking and this probably the LAST loan I'll get from the daddy bank. This is it. This is war. So give me my worm spade, cause by golly, this time I'm going to put up a good fight.