Mariam Daskalopoulou, bimbo extraordinaire, chick galore, bodacious babe, the list goes on to describe her. When I sit back and look at the entire New Face competition, I think to myself it has to be her that would win right? Look, its pretty obvious, looking at the other contestants. Sorry to them, but God blessed me with even uglier looks and a cynical desposition, so you shouldn't feel too bad. Instead feel that people can recognise beauty. If I ever won a beauty contest, I'm sure half of the television viewers at home would gorge out their eyeballs and swear that looks do not matter anymore. But back to the topic. Was the competition even close? Even if it wasn't close, was it because that the contestants were all so beautiful that it was hard to choose, or was it because they were all so normal, that it was hard to pick a winner.

Singapore is one of the strongest economical countries in the region and is known for surviving when the world thought it couldn't. But Singapore is not known at all for producing babes of any kind. So I guess any beauty contest here in Singapore would either be the very same people around, or is filled with underqualified bimbos. An underqualified bimbo is a girl or young woman with no looks and no potential to be a bimbo, but this does not mean that she is smart or dumb either. Singapore doesn't have what it takes for a beauty contest. Look at the Ford one looking for a new girl. I don't think I've seen the winner, wait actually I think I did, but I don't remember because she wasn't worth remembering.

Okay so what does the New Face competition mean in Singapore? It simply means that if you are a hot looker here in Singapore and more than a stranger have commented on your looks and there are groupies following you all over the place, then you are a rare breed. Even rarer than a cynical sarcastic blogger. Heck you can buy people who entered the New Face contest by a dime a doze, but you still can't buy true beauty. However I have this conception that our dear Mariam Daskalopoulou is a bimbo because of how the New Paper made her out to be. I quote, "I'm soooooo happy." Seriously why the massacre of the Queen's English with that kind of emphasis on the o's? Secondly her next line was "I can't tell you how happy I am that I won!" Duh, this is probably the most bimbotic thing that she can say. Look. She just told us how happy she was. She was "soooooo" happy. That happy. Get it? Doesn't this strike you as a stupid thing to say. But given the happy occasion I can forgive such things, but look, in the midst of happiness, the true "intellectual" side of Mariam Daskalopoulou arises. The true bimbo in her.

When I sit down and actually take a look around, I realise I do not have much of a life... most of my time is simply spent pouring effort into ensuring a better future which I have not envisioned, seen or dreamt of in the first place. I don't know why certain people tend to bitch about their lives being so bad, seriously it isn't as bad as mine. Anyway, I was asking one of life greatest questions other than "Does God exist?", that is "Do I have a life?"

The blunt answer to that would be no. I would say that a student sitting around studying for an exam that would have a profound effect on his future would register as a lifeless merely empty shell of existence. So what would qualify as living? Typing cranky blogs and taking Prozac? Critizing others as to make you seem like to have a life? Saying your thoughts and arguing God doesn't exist? I don't know, but somewhere along the equation, I come to the conclusion that to live, one must have freedom. The sad thing I realise about myself is that to a certain extend I am free, but how come to a certain extend I am not alive?

This all rhetorical and philosophical. I am but a simple idiot who doesn't understand the true meaning of "Das Ding An Sich" and squealing like a little girl when anyone says it, but somehow, I try to enjoy life through music. But if life is about enjoying music, then, explain to me, the world existed once without music, therefore, is music what life is about? What is the meaning of life? This is a trick question that I have pondered. If you know the answer, then you must be dead, because you have to know life and death to know the meaning. And if you know the meaning of life, then, does life hold anymore meaning to you? You would just accomplish that purpose of yours, then what next? Are you like a computer game that just ends like that?

I don't know anything, I admit that. Perhaps I know even less than you, my truly respected reader. But one thing I hate is fumbling around not knowing anything happening around me. So instead of sucking on Prozac out there, I guess I might as well give my life some aim. Maybe meaningless, but at least a point in life, where I can say that I have lived.

I have not updated my blog recently. I hate proxies. They tend to erase all you have written on blogs. And school computers suck bad.

The Internet is a wonderful thing, despite all the talks and debates on how it morally corrupts society and encourages the erosion of culture and tradition. I don't see how the Internet contributes to the spreading of the Western beliefs and how we tend to look sight of our ancestry. In this world, we constantly look forward and it is easy to lose sight of the past. Well, maybe its because certain traditions and cultures are just holding us back therefore it is better that our long practised beliefs are forgotten. Me? I just believe in what you can see and what you can eat. I think we can live without the neccessary cultural practices and superstition. Its holding us back. And losing it does not mean that we have lost a sense of identity which Singaporeans have this fear of. Instead your sense of identity comes from what you do, not who you were.

To put it simply, your grandfather was a fisherman. So does that make your identity a fisherman? And if your past, your country was a communist country, so are you now communist? History is meant to be documented, taught and learnt. Mistakes are meant the be learnt from that. So what if you don't have a history? You make who you are, don't rely on your past for your sense of identity. Its probably the East sense of identity is so weak that we are swayed by Western influences.

But back to the Internet. The Internet is like a community of people without borders, and the greatest thing about it is that there are no rules whatsoever. All you need to do is grab some of cyberspace for yourself, and by doing so, all you need is a server and a telephone connection. There are people who live on the Internet practically. The Internet is like an experiment on what society would be like if there were no rules whatsoever governing the people. Up will spring sleazy sides of cities, and guns and drug trade would flourish and people would just live on some turning a blind eye to their surroudings.

So lets put it this way, we are so backwards, barbaric and uncultured that we only think of two things, sex and money. Everywhere on the Net, there are just people out there looking for sex and money. Its like that, that's human nature, so you decide is the world worth living in?