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.