Driven...

So Valentine's has come and gone. Time really seems to pass me by. It's the middle of term break, and various deadlines and events are looming on the horizon. One project killed, and many more yet to come. Its times like these when I seek the understanding of those whom I've so badly neglected.

The Brudders
The Sisters
The 22/00 bunch of Tracy, Liling and Co
Weiming and his vertically challenged brother ('He's gotten the brains and height, I got the girls')
The OG, and more importantly, the CG

And HER.

Message in a Bottle

Five years ago, on this very day, I pledged my love.

A punnet of strawberries, one of which was not.

A song from me to you, sung by the almighty Koof*, nonetheless.

The dinner at PS.

The silly 'I don't have a gift for you' riposte.

Silly 'cause there was.

The bottle at the void deck.
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It's been FIVE.

Five inexorably long years.

Cue the same settings.

PS after a long day for the both of us.

The idiotic wrapped gift.

With nothing inside the 'expensive-ish' box.

The look on your face says it all.

'What's up your sleeves, again?'

The lights go off.

The bottle makes its reappearance.




















Its luminescence,

My Love.

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*The One and Only Koof is making his debut(t) appearance on CLEO February
Rates for his services are obtainable via his manager(ess) , HCPW Holdings.
And I mean the band.

The thin line between sanity and its alternative.

Not been blogging regularly for some time. Work has been taking the mickey out of me... You know what I consider to be the worst form of punishment? Not being able to freely express myself in writing -- Adhering strictly to a given set of 'guidelines' and having to work around nuances of scholarly 'writing'. It's no wonder that most philosophers are bald, old men with nothing better to do than play checkers and think about the more profound things that escape us mere mortals.

Therein lies the source of *most* of my misery: a module called business, government and society. Given the creative licence that we are presumably equipped with, it might seem that this module fits my debative/combative personality to a T. Not so.

The Prof's ok. The TA's IS my OGL. The material's pretty interesting. What's changed from last semester is that the people that I'm doing this module with are no longer the same. Sharon's fluency of expression, Esther's bubbly persona, Mitch's occasional craziness, Siming's logical reasoning and Eugene's lively yo-brudders (not to forget the distinct right- and left-wing affiliations that separated our class). Nah. Don't get me wrong. Wei Loong, Cliff, KC and hell, even YYM are a great bunch of people to be with. But the general feeling of cosiness, of non-competitive camaraderie is no longer there.

And the OG. Our promises of keeping to study schedules and meetups are all so often broken. By the necessary evils that are project meetings. 61's full of great people, nonetheless.

A module that I was *supposed* to love has been irrefutably tarnished. All by the absolution and dictation of a person whom I'd highly regarded back then in THE class. Oh wells. The dream groupmates? Comms group minus one or FA group plus some good ol' JB-outings. The thought that I had once enjoyed project meetings is a fleeting, but nostalgic one.

Words escape me.
Decision.
Creation.
Salvation.
In that order? You decide.