bored in smu

I wonder where they come from..

some of them peering through those thick specs of theirs feigning interests in what were being said.

Normally immaculately dressed, well mannered and attentive..

Seems to have a grip of the ongoing events and those young and ambitious around them.

Working only 8 months a year and 6 hours a week. Yet they are paid $10,000 upwards. What a life..

I do wonder where they originate from..

This sense of constant monotony in their voices, lack of originality in their jokes, blatant flaunting of experiences that may or may not be applicable anymore and most often then not, the bordom they exudes..

Yes im talking about SMU profs. judging by their deadpanned expressions, i gathered..
They must be from NTU (or NUS).

Test, project and smu

Its back... the days grew darker.. the place gradually filed out of people.. more and more walk away from these all.. the place became quieter. silence filled the air only interrupted by the constant churning of the air conditioned. it started to get eerie..

There are some remaining souls from this whole hurly burly.. this tustling and grappling with your inner selves. some couples look wistfully into each other and begin to walk slowly towards darkness. they disappeared into the safe cover of darkness not long later..

I begin to flip through the pages starting at a canter then rapidly tearing at the pages furiously.. no time left.. im still stuck in school revising.. back from poland, straight to the frying pan.. IE test tmr..

Project >> isnt it amazing some people can be friends but never do work or projects together? those bad habits begin to rear its head.. u start getting exasperated when the devil's advocate fired off a comment laced with venom. scrowling and sneering at you as if u just ditch her and boast to the whole world your conquest of her and her bed performance, it hits you to think that perhaps 4 weeks ago, your still chummy with each other? work, pressure and grades bring out the monster in each and every of us. for me i would willingly fuck the grades to continue have a wonderful group where u can solve the probs tog and support each other..

SMU is really a bullshit school aint it? creating a hype and boasting about its achievement, i fear it would turn into a fab real soon.. the quality of education is bullshit. i dont feel intellectually stimulated at all. the only good thing is that it forces u to work in an environment where friends turn into foes but yet u have to grind it thru all. just like the office politics in the worklife. perhaps thats what make u so valuable.. i have decidede. smu dont roxs at all.. on the contrary it stinks... period.

TEAM SMU

After the ref had blown the final whistle, the curtains fall temporarily on SMU vball team. final result. played 3 lose 3 for guys team but the girls managed to sneak in 1 victory over SIM. it was a dramatic finale as the game was stretched to the 5th set befor the gers finally get a gripe of themselves and prevailed.

Even though we lost all our games, i am happy and satisfied. for the first time since i joined vball, there is this sense of camaraderie between the 2 teams. the guys came early to watch the girls and the girls stayed behind to cheer for us. it was almost surreal that not long before we were practically tearing on each other's backs. but all well ends well.. now we can go on and tell ppl we are TEAM SMU. not merely a group of vball fanatics but a team, a family.

This feeling beats being the champs. however on hindsight, i have never being involved in a championship team before. this show of friendship and unity is still heartwarming too.. hope this friendship can continue to last.

With the conclusion of this tournie, i will have more time to study and do other things. its really tiring to play till 11ish then go home. coupled with work and my own personal recrea, its starting to drain the life out of me. luckily its over but the sad thingy is that my exams are coming starting from IE next tues.. sigh.... it just never ends huh..

So after the hits and misses, the spikes and digging, the blocks and rolling on the floor, Team SMU might be beaten as a vball team but we gained the respect and friendship of each other. Roll on SMU.

Updates on my life

Being a long time since i last blog.. time had being a real rare commodity for me. school, competition, work, going out with friends and trying to meet girls had being a real test for me. trying to balance everything and excel in it seems to be a improbable task. still i survive and share my experiences with you.

School. tough. real tough. this sem i havent even settled on my project group members yet. consumer behaviour module is turning out to be a bitch.. the group members seem ok but its like a headless group as there is no leader. i dont wana assume the mandate to lead. i guess i just wana spend my remaining time in school in peace.. cute ger had deserted our team as her friends are joining the class and she is forming group with her. im kinda pissed but she pacified me by inviting me for movie. im easily contented aniwae..

Work. ok. no time to really go into it. managed to close ms gan i think. so not bad. however one orphan client whom i think would buy from me, had second thoughts thus no deal. too bad.. i spent significant time on him and.... oh well in this line before the client signs on the dotted line, its still to early to count your chickens..

Competition. suffered a debiltating loss to nus and ntu. nus's loss hits me hard. i really played very badly. wished the whole floor will swallow me up.. played better against ntu but against such an accomplished team, a win is just impossible to achieve. to conclude. 2 huge losses..

Love. or the lack of it. tried dating a few girls i guess. the feelings are not special. maybe its due to the severe shortage of time i have or i still pine for her in a corner in my heart. her meaning my dream girl and not my ex. but i will let that dream rest. its never going to materialise. out of my league so let it be out of my mind soon..

All in all though i b being bitching about the chronic lack of time, i am actually quite blissful in this situation. this alleviates my loneliness and negates my pining to be loved. under the mantle of such compelling activities, i seem to forgotten about my desire to be loved and love again. or have i really forgotten?