Josie is the Opposite of Hallelujah

So I’m pretty much swamped in work. Actually trying to spin word vomit into seemingly sensible articles wasn’t as easy as I thought. It looks like blogging for a living really isn’t the lifestyle I made it out to be inside my head. The Straits Times published an article about this off the NYtimes recently and if you haven’t read it already, check it out here. I hope I’m not the only one secretly hoping Wendy Whatsherface shows up dead.

Ok so granted she might not be receiving a Pulitzer prize for journalism any time soon and maybe I’m jealous that I don’t get to foul mouth it out on the interweb and still get paid for it but the whole NLB archival really ticked me off. I’d like to think that the literary standards of Singapore are far from appalling (what happened to Catherine Lim and god forbid Russell Lee) but mmm… I guess we’ll have to make do with what we have. And hey, while we’re at it why not add top model Nicole Chen’s little sister Celeste on that list too. Between Jamie-Lynn Spears, Miley Cyrus (better known as Hannah Montan – O Disney, wasn’t Hilary Duff Vs. Lizzie Mcguire enough?) and Celeste, it might not seem like an all bad idea to think about getting my tubes tied early. Seriously, talk about not knowing when to shut up, put the camera down and read a goddamn book.

Oh and I thought i might share this even though i put myself at direct risk of being openly mocked by my hoity toity murakami endorsing pseudo intelligent friends, i loaned a copy of P.S I LOVE YOU from the editor.

Dear miss Cecelia Ahern, you might be hot shit to the millions of house-confined, sexually starved and affection repressed women around the world but I want the 7 hours I wasted reading that turd of a book back.

And since we’re already on the topic of superficiality and shallowness, Ian and I had a funny conversation about how we categorized people 2 days ago. And we basically came up with a chart. I trust you will find this very useful.

I christen it the Josie Window. I don’t remember what led up to it but a combination of being bored/lazy in the office and having a knack for bizarre/ridiculous conversations usually does the trick. Back at home, D and I spent 2 hours fitting all our friends into it.

Ah…fun. Can you guess which portion of the table you fit into?