Every now and then I get this unaccountable urge to blog when I'm actually getting into the studying mood, so here’s a remark on an unremarkable observation.
If you want to watch people — not to watch a particular kind or quality of prepubescent harlots, vicarious or not, but simply to sit and think ‘Yes, I am most certainly consuming the lives of people’ — then I must recommend looking at NUS students, the meze of the current harried period. They present a wide selection of things I associate with popular visual culture: a sprinkling of brilliance, the odd magical superpower, a dash of conspiracy, a mild case of amnesia, brief moments of fan service (not pertaining to Engineering), a threat to the very existence of the world, incipient harems (seasoned, naturally, with a pinch of armpit hair) and the inevitable school (I’m sure I’ve traveled, nonplussed, through far in rarity than reality). It’s quite entertaining.
So, if you’re busy but not picky, save yourself some time and just watch them go by. Mediocrity can epitomize stuff just as well as — perhaps better than — excellence, and NUS muggers cover everything else that’s stochastic quite well. Except for the new yk, of course, but it isn't so much as he'd rampage out from his laptop in a pyroclastic flow of sublimity after perpetually slinking into 'offline' mode.