Isn't it ironic

It seems only natural that when faced with tight academic related deadlines, I blog. Exams coming and I had barely started studying; blog. The million and one things to do can wait.

I find myself now in a similar situation where I need to finish a first draft of a 10 or 25 page business case by this Friday. It's not graded, but late submission will penalized. How that works, is of course a mystery.

Perhaps tomorrow I will attempt to locate the requirements document. I'm sure it's somewhere in my email account, but if I can't find it I'll just ask a friend for a copy.

It has always been this way - relying on Weeli in secondary school to tell me what subject is being tested on that very day, counting on a whole bunch of friends in polytechnic to keep me in the academic loop, and on Japheth in college to keep me up to speed with deadlines and important dates.

It's somewhat ironic that the same person who's nonchalant at best about matters most find important is now working his ass off to secure a job in a foreign land 8000miles away from his support network.

Sloth, not unlike hedonism, is a habit awfully hard to break. To counter Sloth, I draw from Pride. To refute hedonism, I look to Love.

paper crane

"Are the frivolous
strangers to pain;
or the whore possess
not one ounce of pride

Does the truth forever elude
the factitious;
can love, not take root

Do their words ring ever hollow
their heart, a shallow pan

But a moment, extrapolated in time"

For the Love of Cow

I seem to always end up being the one preparing and grilling steaks at cook-outs - if, I think the meat's of good quality. It just pains me to see gorgeous meat adulterated with half-ass marinates or treated with a lack of respect for the deceased cow; like cutting a beautiful one inch thick New York steak into half length-wise and turning it into western food stall grub.

Someone did just that at the NUSEA + Singapore Connect picnic yesterday, and it was all I could do to keep a smile plastered on my face as Aunties expounded on the merits of a thinner steak while the culprit was slicing my poor steaks into half.

Yes, I'm a bigot. And I never cook steaks past medium-rare .. intentionally :D

Shut up.

Quit bickering. If you must, do it privately and not talk to the Press, you idiots.

CSJ and CST, for the love of God, have kopi together, keep smiles plastered on your faces and get people to take pictures of you. Same goes for you guys, KJ and NTS. If you need motivation, pick up some old secondary school Chinese textbook and read about the one chopstick vs 10 chopsticks story.

And for every point you bitch about, offer a solution.

You clowns don't need a 25 year old bum to teach you how to contest an election, do you?