plehgm galore

1. 2 mid sems done, now I've got a moutainous task of conquering my assignments.

Current state of heath is really impeding me from any optimal performance. Been coughing like a trigger happy hyena, chest hurts like an army of germs fighting a warfare across my lungs, head throbs like im hung upside down on a pendulum.

damn.

I feel as though I'm Boon and Peng's love child. "eat this cough syrup, eat this vitamins, etc" lovely parents they are =)

Been stuck to Jay Chou's Feng of late. I'm choosy with music. but cut wrist music i like, even if I dont understand what it's about. But its the mellowness coupled with his melancholic delivery that compels me to listen to it over and over again...

suicidal sanctioning, literally

i was trying to nap earlier and my quizzical mind began pondering..

If committing suicide is an unlawful act and should the person successfully executed his/her suicide, will he/she still be sanctioned by the state?

Should his body be sent to the mortuary, and say if its punishable through the use of the rotan, will his body leave earth with cane marks engrave on his ass? But I hardly doubt this, for the act of caning is to inflict pain and marks as an indication of remembrance, thus a dead person can't feel that affliction nor have any memory capability ( Let's not dwell into afterlife here).

Or perhaps, he/she will be fined. Who pays to the law enforcers then? The family? What if the family refuse to pay, as rightfully they did commit any 'crime'? Will the corpse be sent to jail and literally rot to death on grounds of failure to pay or inapplication of bailor?

hhhmmm but then again, nothing might happen. Committ suicide, police comes in, body to be identified, body is buried/cremated and cleaner cleans the site.

oh post note: I am not thinking of committing suicide, i love my body too much to commit to such.

this i hate

2 mid sems this fri and sat *hyperventilates*
Europe report due 8th May *research done, have yet to type*
Policy and Strategy report due 2 days later (i think) * have yet to do anything*

Sleep like a freaKing sloth *everyday*

I really need to turn back time. No, i think i need fairygodmother instead.

the end is soon to come

nothing much interesting happening in my life;mid term break is soon to be over and I shan't bore you guys of how I spent it cooped up mulling over my reports and exams. To think everyone else went away for a short holiday, how exciting can my life get.

Anyway, convocation date has been finalised. 21st of July. I know its very much a cliche, but time really flies so damn fast. Homecoming is much anticipated, albeit a mixture of feelings stirring in my gut. I'm looking forward to coming back to my loved ones, joining the rat race, and earning my dough (at 26 theres a conscious call for self-dependency nagging in my head). On the other hand I will miss living on my own, life as a student, friends that I've made, etc.

On a random note.. Caught V for Vendetta the other day, worth watching guys!! Very thought provoking and brilliantly scripted. Watch it with an open mind, for it is not the storyline that makes this movie, rather the hidden messages and its ideals.

I'll end it off aptly with a quote from the movie itself

"The people should not be afraid of the goverment,

the government should be afraid of the people".

but if the government gives me money, I'll be very happy!! haha i'm kinda cheap to please =)

Just some shout-outs

Ron if you are reading this, say it V for Wendetta..hahaha, u're a nutter!! and good luck with it alright?!! Somehow I think i feel more excited than you.

Xian aka Rachel happy 25th in advance!! Wish I'm there with the rest to usher the mark of your quarter life crisis. I miss you my 20cent-cab-share friend!!

Jing happy 25th, I'll be seeing you in about 6hrs from now.

of zombies and friends

Its 5.42am as I am typing this. To think that I have classes from 9am - 4pm later. No I do not suffer from Insomnia (it better not be). I screwed up my sleeping pattern once more. Did manage to sleep, only to discover it turns out to be a nap for 40 or so minutes.

I do not plan to sleep and chiong the whole day later. Very gungho, I know, but I refuse to skip my classes because of my bloody haywire sleeping habit. I reckon I’m gonna be a zombie walking in campus constantly cloud 9. gah!

So I began looking through my countless of photos stored in my laptop. How these (photos) are the only source of comfort to those whom I've left dearly in Singapore. How many of them saw me once as a bubbly 'yak-alot' extremely extroverted teenager to someone who now has lost his fizzle. Which is good I suppose, for people take me more seriously in a way.

I was talking to a friend the other day, of why I do not like to mingle with strangers. I mean, its not that I am a social-phobe, but more of a preference. For what's the use of putting up with superficiality? The prophecy of 'quality over quantity'. The comfort in knowing that I have enough friends whom I can connect with on a deeper level.

Thus, my belief of "friends being a phase of life". How you tend to make friends at different stages of your life (pri, sec, army, work, etc) and how those friendships tend to end once whichever phase is over. If you are lucky, they continue on and see you through the next phase, but reality is, most will just be blending with thousand other faces that roam the streets. You bump into them, out of formality say hi, and exchange numbers, only to not call that person ever.

So why bother making friends then? Personally me thinks, everyone seeks some form of companionship, their own comrades for that matter. It's like the Maslow Hierachy of needs, that is, the sense of belonging. Then again, you might never know if they might be "quality" unless of course u give it a go. But of course, truth be told, most will turn out to be just a hi-bye friend whom you meet up maybe once a year, for a reunion just to reminisce the good old days.

The main reason why I don't socialise much might be due to my past. For I was once very sociable, making friends with every mother's son/daughter (pardon my crudeness). As I grew older and when most got attached, start working etc, it then became an arduous process to juggle the different groups of friends. I try not to be biased and balance the groups equally. But it was never easy. Such, I paved my way out of some of them and still feel guilty to an extent till today.

So I chose quality over quantity, so i became cynical and coined "friends being a phase of life". All stemmed from experiences and the fact that I never believed in Friends Forever (can someone already kill those damned teddy bears?!!)

That's why I became to develop an attitudinal attachment to my friends whom I am ever close to and cherish, who are the rare breed of friends that surpassed that stage where we once started off as friends.

damnit it!! Why am I writing this bullshit?? its gotta be the aging process...I can't believe i wrote all that crap at this ungodly hour..but nonetheless my stand still sustains.

I abhor Micheal Porter

I realised that studying and blogging are positively correlated, that is, I have a high tendency to blog when I am studying. And i'm blogging now for the various reasons:-

1) I hate Michael Porter and his blardy 5 forces analysis
2) He is a geek with caught-in-the-80s-huge-ass-framed-specs and making loads of money
3) I have been reading ever so slowly and still facing hard time digesting whatever he's trying to say
4) Thus he makes me feel dumb despite TICKLE's super IQ test results , where i am supposed to be a creative theorist(a highly intelligent and complex person) and that with a score of 125 is smarter than 95% of those who took the test
5) now because of Michael 'caught-in-the-80s' Porter, instead of being on a high, what's with the ego feeding courtesy of Tickle, I am now feeling as though Tickle is just tickling my balls and screwing up my mind!!!

Damnit!!

Anyway, yes, my group did darn well for the IMC presentation & report. Got a grade 7 for it...I'm sure you guys know how I love plugging myself...so here's what my lecturer said

*warning ego boost overload*

"YOu guys were really professional"
"You guys were really good, I will remember your presentation for a LONG time"
"Thanks for that effort"

aaahhh...Tracey Dagger, have i ever told you that i love you!!! An old adage says " a way to a man's heart is through his stomache" but i totally negate that saying coz the way to my heart is through my EGO" so go on..feed me with words..hahaha

Sorry larh, humble pie just ran out at all stores. *grinz*

Ok ok, i was supposed to take a dump 10mins ago. Shall deposit my nonsensicals along with it... And back to MICHAEL PORTER!! urrghh!!