tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10734797040082640502024-03-05T16:26:42.599-08:00TOUGHSTUFF: I KID YOU NOT!Repackaged for the contemporary temporaries.Ben_CJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646427424859788034noreply@blogger.comBlogger108125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1073479704008264050.post-83262351848166720342010-03-15T08:21:00.000-07:002010-03-15T08:54:38.182-07:00"My, look at all the cyberdust, Nelson!"Right. So do excuse the very long break--I would blame the exams, but if the hiatus was of any indication I have spent much longer time basking in the sun during the holidays than toil over my books to have sufficient evidence to lay the blame on studying alone for the absence.<div><br /></div><div>Gosh I sure do miss my verbal diarrhea and self-absorbed posts. </div><div><br /></div><div>Been back in dear old campus this time no longer as a fresh-eyed bushytailedwhateveryoucallthem junior, but now as a near-retiree. which is amazing, really when you think about it--how time flies, that is. It felt not too long ago when we entered all idealistic and naive with high expectations and ideals but at the same time I cannot help but feel like the journey took years though in reality it is barely more than 2 years. The concept of time obviously have eluded me since I've started the goddamn course but owell all's fine.</div><div><br /></div><div>On a more recent note I've been so busy with the orientation I almost missed being an orientation officer (operative word being ALMOST). running around like jackasses, choreographing dances till the legs ache and I would have to end up walking alike a castrated robot, and learning so much from the juniors it's crazy. But totally worth it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Also, over the past week I was granted the most amazing opportunity to work with 2 of the most gifted people in music I've ever seen it's almost like a dream come true. (2 of which shall be henceforth be referred to as JoJoBear and JayJayBird) I've never been so humbled and so moved before, more so after our performance this afternoon. Thanks, guys.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now excuse me as I return to my PBL research. *groans*</div>Ben_CJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646427424859788034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1073479704008264050.post-13691972189453380172010-01-08T07:27:00.000-08:002010-01-08T09:23:48.580-08:00Hurmph.3 months of self-denial was somewhat worth it, although I have to begrudgingly admit that I have indeed much more to learn from others. <div><br /></div><div>It's strange, though. I expected a greater sense of relief--euphoria, perhaps--but looking that that sheet of paper hardly evoked any emotion on my part aside from that itsy bit of annoyance that I could've perhaps done much better have I put in a tad more effort. Still I'm glad everyone in my circle as far as I know, have passed. </div><div><br /></div><div>And now I will have to deal with the massive paperwork, thanks to my amazingly ingenious campus who can still manage to ruin my happiness (or whatever's left of it) by encroaching into my much-precious holidays. The idiotic hospital is not making life any easier for me too. owell too much to say--i'll try to keep this post short, hmm?</div><div><br /></div><div>Once I'm done with that its hols for me! gonna zzz now--toodles~!</div>Ben_CJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646427424859788034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1073479704008264050.post-32105864711792009852009-12-16T00:04:00.000-08:002009-12-22T06:32:58.888-08:00Hello There HandsomeSmartWiseCool Santa.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">O</span>kay so this is merely a list I compiled to remind myself why on earth I am studying while everyone's merrymaking and singing carols everywhere. If you do, however, feel inclined to be generous and are contemplating on getting any of these for me this season, I would like to urge you to squarely lose all inhibitions and run wild. After all, in this season of festivities, the looser your pockets, the happier you make this world. <div><br /></div><div>And what better way to make this world a happier place by making yours truly less moody than he already is?</div><div><br /></div><div>And now, allow me to present to you Ben's Christmas Wishlist for Year 2009:</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiTGLAwGx3G-X1wsr2IMyIUAyrlhv49cWxE3FHgrWCCjcV0Ol2Onw1ZHskGpegL6ominRcrbsrnxPmY1ESl4Xjdq5ZnwwKN498xNpObiVvHD3xGWlnTdO4LOspgNm_2lLujF4AFsZ6RxBn/s1600-h/31RVZ945A7L._SL500_AA180_.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiTGLAwGx3G-X1wsr2IMyIUAyrlhv49cWxE3FHgrWCCjcV0Ol2Onw1ZHskGpegL6ominRcrbsrnxPmY1ESl4Xjdq5ZnwwKN498xNpObiVvHD3xGWlnTdO4LOspgNm_2lLujF4AFsZ6RxBn/s400/31RVZ945A7L._SL500_AA180_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415752198911113154" /></a><b><div style="text-align: center;">Robbins & Cotran's Atlas of Pathology</div></b></div><div>No self-respecting gore enthusiast/ overzealous pathologist wannabe would consider themselves worthy of mention without owning one of these babies. With over a hundred pictures of pummeled babies and squashed organs vividly pictured in full color and detailed description, this one is almost one step below cheating for all OSPE-goers. Even laymen cannot resist the bright, detailed pictures here. Plus, IT'S HARDCOVER! Estimated price: RM 150/++</div><div><br /></div><div>And here is where it starts to get absurd: </div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqxgROOS7lD_faBYbugBgyfMZmsyMiIrVMy_u3RboNIaWutKJ8kJg6JQBmFZNeGhcqMgk6JVr9yyi56TFE9pE1jD1e8avTNepdjLQsAppzgO7QAe9jcLbCdk25lD27JQJ7iW7HpniKB47b/s1600-h/1__.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqxgROOS7lD_faBYbugBgyfMZmsyMiIrVMy_u3RboNIaWutKJ8kJg6JQBmFZNeGhcqMgk6JVr9yyi56TFE9pE1jD1e8avTNepdjLQsAppzgO7QAe9jcLbCdk25lD27JQJ7iW7HpniKB47b/s400/1__.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415752032099362130" /></a><b><div style="text-align: center;">Lotus "Phantom" Exige Scura</div></b></div><div>Granted, I may not be much of a car-fanboy and yes, it does somewhat look like a gigantic upscale model of a Tamiya car but heck, look at the matte finish and the jet black stripes across the beautifully curved vehicle and tell me this ain't going for a win. The retro-modern hybrid looks scores points in the looks department and being NOT a Malaysian car, you can be sure as hell that this ain't your typical Wira when it comes to functionality. Estimated price: RM 1M/++</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgunUfW6_yfczqvFI48v-3SHTu17jZlzaIRAtVgbFdVjlikQmvfCGqiIyVXAUzIeATi7pMrNqErbCeasBsIeDttTCxrGpFs6mUwZfabeyzcIHpMpMmF3LRRvkyU9rhA-Nr7BXAg3UD4NnPR/s1600-h/dolce-gabanna-bomber.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 342px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgunUfW6_yfczqvFI48v-3SHTu17jZlzaIRAtVgbFdVjlikQmvfCGqiIyVXAUzIeATi7pMrNqErbCeasBsIeDttTCxrGpFs6mUwZfabeyzcIHpMpMmF3LRRvkyU9rhA-Nr7BXAg3UD4NnPR/s400/dolce-gabanna-bomber.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415751604948560386" /></a><b><div style="text-align: center;">D&G Black Leather Bomber Jacket</div></b></div><div>I've always advocated style and functionality and this piece certainly merits a spot on my list of drool-worthy uhm, things. Pair it up with a casual tee and you get the gangsta-cool vibe oozing outta your every pore but with a nice shirt and a tie inside, you'd exude suave while not being OTT. Having to weather the harsh, cold environment in my particular uni makes this almost essential. Estimated Price: +/-RM5k</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjopCH7GCpWw_hOT_Lt9R_uGte5k1-1RqRSEWNhwKMvMWUgWIair-BIrU3DfPeaToUarggMWCAPg2duZnxnLCm-_Wk6Y6yixNVLEd2HzxzCFqjHmFBCo0bCXnjijZ3Fjf6RkRdYkZEEf5W/s1600-h/sarpaneva-watch.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 379px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjopCH7GCpWw_hOT_Lt9R_uGte5k1-1RqRSEWNhwKMvMWUgWIair-BIrU3DfPeaToUarggMWCAPg2duZnxnLCm-_Wk6Y6yixNVLEd2HzxzCFqjHmFBCo0bCXnjijZ3Fjf6RkRdYkZEEf5W/s400/sarpaneva-watch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415747596037849026" /></a><b><div style="text-align: center;">Sarpaneva Moon-Phase Watch</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">If women cannot have enough bags, I'd say men can never have enough watches. Even if you do have ENOUGH watches, this is one you wouldn't want to NOT have. The adult-cold absoluteness of this watch is somewhat balanced by the almost childish moonfaces. Also let us not forget how that little child in us can never resist being able to look inside the watch, one which this item allows almost titillatingly (without tearing it apart, of course). Estimated price: i dont even wanna guess.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOBkOo7oVSiN7zOh5Qg65Wc2Kc4n8UaSTkjFHF0OBFOB68yL8QZOkUMltNy63HYVLqtcEtUzZhADl9gUAIzuSGN0R1CNjkWZfY-ky0qsD_KAGRdZz4vpkoQ2BT9Rle0UGpottil7NaR5sx/s400/5F201B2_b.jpg" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Shanghai Tang Dragon Cufflinks</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Western-chinese fusion is always cool. and Dragons are cool, too. silver dragons on your wrist makes you even cooler. And a nice shirt paired with these cufflinks would make you the coolest kid in the boardroom, bar, etc. Oh and have I mentioned how cool these darlings are? Estimated price: RM 700/++</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div></b><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIi_BNcNXPiI5kaGQXqVidFy9NXb3o_xx1kY6N_dJlYgmCxtxsPNAHVNH1dg5CO05zNdkdGjY-WP8UTOx6IEUiwvQzCXVCCkvmJ5b1W9ZLaqRVFCWdaMzDaGQPkqiv8nzQlXwkBQ432826/s1600-h/PLP8163.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIi_BNcNXPiI5kaGQXqVidFy9NXb3o_xx1kY6N_dJlYgmCxtxsPNAHVNH1dg5CO05zNdkdGjY-WP8UTOx6IEUiwvQzCXVCCkvmJ5b1W9ZLaqRVFCWdaMzDaGQPkqiv8nzQlXwkBQ432826/s400/PLP8163.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415746696155021634" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Plaid Skinny</b><b> Jeans</b></div></div><div>Channel that inner Chuck Bass within you and walk out in style! Beware of severe crotchaches due to tight crotchgrabs from the pants and please, if your legs are stick thin DO NOT walk outta your house in these unless you want to look like a spider-monkey. Only for those whose confidence outstrips their thick skin (like yours truly). Estimated price: surprisingly, RM 70.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho4OiL59uZqz3LPWtUL2gsiW3rwEyrXPNNbyMfATeNmSlqLeIb7UZR9sO1lMp7edAhxEnfxCfFWChdhk-KXC5-egWn2TOMfYl4JYDzRnvQMavs89CNAwfA6GVB5NUfSmG-QrSakf3Yqegt/s1600-h/nd.6653.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho4OiL59uZqz3LPWtUL2gsiW3rwEyrXPNNbyMfATeNmSlqLeIb7UZR9sO1lMp7edAhxEnfxCfFWChdhk-KXC5-egWn2TOMfYl4JYDzRnvQMavs89CNAwfA6GVB5NUfSmG-QrSakf3Yqegt/s400/nd.6653.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415746605286128930" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Shiseido Zen for Men</b></div><div>Girls would enjoy sniffing you, boys would turn gay smelling it on you, you'd be surrounded by adoring fans and best of all, your already stinking life would be somewhat less so. The perfect mix of feminine sweetness with masculine undertones and persistence. Smells so good you'd wanna just gulp it all down, except you'd die doing so and THAT's Zen to you. Estimated price: RM 170/++</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3GldFQiZ4408JgEzOYuEq-LPhGVF8qrAqPNctiL7vTkhAXQ7BSVzbKirmkpQytJYbd3JXUd1XfpaI-b1ZOVKSjctWUCf8XgzUJvgblJeRe9U0rdDG-tZCCc2sqq6MgzggOUPOVEqUXHMq/s1600-h/blackberry-storm.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 355px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3GldFQiZ4408JgEzOYuEq-LPhGVF8qrAqPNctiL7vTkhAXQ7BSVzbKirmkpQytJYbd3JXUd1XfpaI-b1ZOVKSjctWUCf8XgzUJvgblJeRe9U0rdDG-tZCCc2sqq6MgzggOUPOVEqUXHMq/s400/blackberry-storm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415745761606789842" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Blackberry Storm</b></div><div>Anyone who says they don't want a Blackberry is a liar. Closest contender to the iPhone by far but with less reports of bugs/glitches, this is probably the better option in the long run. And since almost every powerhouse individual uses one, you can bet you'll feel like an executive/CEO just by holding one. Why, I already feel important just talking about it. Estimated price: RM 2k/++</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ACSu-JQO5gGhyphenhyphen-n-_KvGU5AVVYlwBXB00MDm43gIW3FNn2lcPZPqk4DcjaBhksy8TRzpMFsiK4JsPTfkJbVQrTe0Lvkol25MzIiIPkBGFSqEdcqaJrYZzUP3-06h9Oh_Vg6JWgyVKYsY/s1600-h/0417803144860R_300x400.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ACSu-JQO5gGhyphenhyphen-n-_KvGU5AVVYlwBXB00MDm43gIW3FNn2lcPZPqk4DcjaBhksy8TRzpMFsiK4JsPTfkJbVQrTe0Lvkol25MzIiIPkBGFSqEdcqaJrYZzUP3-06h9Oh_Vg6JWgyVKYsY/s400/0417803144860R_300x400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415745332010339362" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b></b></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Gucci Black Leather Driver</b>s</div><br /></div><div>My favourite of the bunch. Goes well with almost anything. and it's leather. Perfect form, almost otherworldly black beauty. 'nuff said. Estimated price: RM1k/++<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>more to come, maybe. until then, clean up that drool/suspicious white mess on the keyboard after reading this post.</div><div><br /></div></div>Ben_CJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646427424859788034noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1073479704008264050.post-65091382920975610522009-10-19T04:03:00.000-07:002009-10-19T05:11:59.029-07:00One Day in Reality.Don't blame me for emo posts--after all, who blogs anyway when they're in throes of ecstasy? Not that I ever was in one, mind. It's simply easier to contemplate on what to say when one is all alone at home with nothing better to think of than the things that could have been or should have been. Or probably more ubiquitously (if there ever was such a word) the sense of dread and futility that comes with the territory of studies and exams. <div><br /></div><div>Having said that it would be downright ironic to think that despite being in a mental turmoil my studies have surprisingly not inched down a bit. In fact I'd go as far as to say I have never studied better since, well. the last time I studied well.</div><div><br /></div><div>The next appropriate question (assumption being you care enough to wonder) would be "what then is pricking your balls?", to which I can say "Oh, <insert>, just about everything!". "But why so?" and I would unleash a full tirade on why despite being told endlessly to appreciate the little things I have I have yet to settle down with what I have. </div><div><br /></div><div>But really, you've probably heard this a million times before from me--So, lest I lose interest I shall move on to my social commentary. </div><div><br /></div><div>Before I begin, allow me to describe the perfect relationship--which, of course encompasses most; be it love, friendship, kinship, etc. Family relationships work on an absolutely different dynamic, of course, and for that reason would be an exception for my observation. The perfect relationship in an ideal world would be one built solely on mutual respect and compromise with no selfish expectations on part of both parties.</div><div><br /></div><div>But as we all know, that is rarely ever the case. In one extreme there would be perfect, absolute submission of one (or both parties) to the other party bordering on obsession and adoration, one that would nevertheless include blatant selflessness in favor of the other party. On the other side of the spectrum would be a relationship set purely for the perks--once the other party cannot contribute further, the connection is as good as over.</div><div><br /></div><div>Unless you happen to be God (with respect to the first scenario) or an egocentric, heartless machine (second scenario) it is likely people like us fall somewhere between the two--and that will be the focus of my observation. Of course, talking about the better polarity of the spectrum would be boring at best--and hence i shall talk about the less pure, less talked about facet of relationships.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am probably being very vague at the moment-- suffice to say from what I have observed, I would like to point out that most relationships, whether we admit it or not, is often perpetuated and motivated by selfish wants.</div><div><br /></div><div>Take, for an example, friends. More often than not friendships form when there is a need for companionship or heck, the need to feel popular when taken in context of highschool cliques. I suppose on a more human level it is, in a sense a justification of self worth. Nobody likes to feel unliked, if you get what I mean. When love is concerned, the motivations are countless: sure, I'm not denying the <b>possibility</b> of pure, unconditional love; but really, don't they all begin anyway with the motivation of gaining external beauty, or riches, or even obtaining favors for oneself? Are humans not enamored by wisdom or skill and by extension would want to be as close as possible to people who are capable of such? If not, i would say even the need for closeness or intimacy is motive enough. And don't even get me started on relationships based on sex.</div><div><br /></div><div>Human love is never unconditional--friendships, love, all selfish. Even family fails sometimes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sad, isn't it?</div>Ben_CJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646427424859788034noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1073479704008264050.post-27242760252364557882009-09-27T08:52:00.000-07:002009-09-27T09:12:08.944-07:00Long Time No See.Long time no see indeed--I must say for the shortest period of time I actually forgot I have a blog, what with all the things happening around me, insignificant as it may be to be worth a mention here. Gotta miss my verbal diarrhea, eh? <div><br /></div><div>While we are on the topic of time, allow me to unleash a tirade of senseless rant: I'd say that these days I believe I'm becoming waaaayy to jaded and cynical for someone my age (if my previous posts were not obvious enough). People tend to annoy me easily these days, and I get bored quickly. Am I growing old? Perhaps. Disappointed with life? I'm not ruling out the possibility. Could already imagine myself sitting all on my own at the side with an scowl etched on my face going "kids these days."</div><div><br /></div><div> Feel free at this point to state the obvious and say "but you're barely 20!". Yeah, I get it--but the problem is not my age but how I view the world thru my 20k-powered reading glasses of antiquity, if that makes sense at all.</div><div><br /></div><div>Quarter-life crisis it must be, if ever such a thing existed. (I'm patenting this under my name first in the very unlikely situation that there's an award for discovering new disorders)</div><div><br /></div><div>Still, it sure is better than being in denial over my age and perpetually thinking I am going to be young forever like some people *coughmadonnacough*. </div><div><br /></div><div>Oh dear there I go again straying off-topic. (another hallmark of senesence, i should think.)<br /><div><br /></div><div>I'll try blogging again tomorrow. mind's too messed atm.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Ben_CJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646427424859788034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1073479704008264050.post-91578791321336131642009-09-03T11:19:00.000-07:002009-09-03T11:36:33.025-07:00Drama-magnet.I swear I'll explain the 2-month hiatus sometime soon. Really.<div><br /></div><div>But at the moment allow me to just list out a few pet peeve(s) of mine:</div><div>1) a certain lecturer who is really nice but nevertheless verbal-diarrheas a long stream of words without the need of taking in constant breaths.</div><div><br /></div><div>2) the dramas the Orientation Committee (i.e. yours truly and 37 others) would have to constantly work OT for trying to solve and perform damage-control over.</div><div><br /></div><div>3)the fact that (2) happens EVERY SINGLE DAMN TIME we have an event.</div><div><br /></div><div>4) idiots.</div><div><br /></div><div>now if you don't mind, I'd like to take a long nap and wake up say, next month?</div>Ben_CJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646427424859788034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1073479704008264050.post-73523149654368929902009-08-13T20:04:00.000-07:002009-08-13T20:15:18.902-07:00Spank me.So it's another one of those days when I'm to bored to do anything but sit in front of the computer in the library pretending like I'm using the computer for study purposes (lest stares thrown from fuming students who couldn't use the computers are thrown at me). Of course, I should really be studying now, what with _another_ major examination coming up in, oh, say 2 week's time?<div><br /></div><div>I'm not kidding when I say the bunch of notes (STUDY notes, although the other alternative would not be grudged) I have collected over the last ONE month or so could easily kill an old lady if it landed on her head.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yet the best thing to do in life at the moment is to watch my batchmates frantically studying (even so that is an understatement) while I enjoy a slow stroll along the campus thinking about what to do over the weekend. IN fact, I'd do ANYTHING at the moment BUT study. [/sighs]</div><div><br /></div><div>I really need to be spanked now, should I. Oyes I do. C'mon now. </div><div><br /></div><div>spank that hawt butt of mine.</div><div><br /></div><div>see if you can wake me up from this.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Ben_CJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646427424859788034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1073479704008264050.post-25062221185232360342009-07-22T08:50:00.000-07:002009-07-22T09:03:52.141-07:00Occupieded :DSo it's been awhile since I last blogged but again I must say I DO have good reasons for it. Having said that it's not such a bad thing--not updating and all--since it quite obviously means I have something better to do than stare at the computer like how some people do [/snob].<div><br /></div><div>Still it's barely a month since I returned to the dreaded medschool and the mountain of notes and lectures to cover is already near insurmountable at this point in time, what more with the preparation of orientation at its most intense and also the omnipresent PBLs (sources of annoyance to be disclosed in the next post or so). And church practices.</div><div><br /></div><div>Which begs the question how (and why) on earth did I get myself into all these things the semesters before. Powerhungry, much?</div><div><br /></div><div>So allow me to sign off here as I crash into a lifeless heap of goo.</div>Ben_CJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646427424859788034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1073479704008264050.post-21247658659353703102009-07-07T07:45:00.000-07:002009-07-07T08:19:18.190-07:00Maliciosus InfectiousumAs I _may_ have mentioned awhile ago, new housemate's moved in and so far almost everything's fine--He seems pretty decent (definitely not as wild as the previous one ;p) and nice. In fact Animeslut did comment on how he looks agreeable to housework to which I gave a disapproving condescending look (but secretly agreed having been a slave to her for the past year). More things, of course were said about him but shall remain unmentioned to protect the PC-ness of this particular blog. *ahem*<div><br /></div><div>Still, the recent turn of events gave us a new perspective on said new housemate. To put it simply, we have came to a conclusion that newhousemate is either a mermaid, a sea creature or a hydrophile due to his seemingly indiscriminate usage of water. Or he's secretly harboring a sea creature in his room. Or *gasp!* another human! </div><div><br /></div><div>...</div><div><br /></div><div>That could explain why he needs to wash his clothes everyday.</div><div><br /></div><div>(various other theories are also presented but shall not be made known to protect the innocence of my dear readers-- if any.)</div><div><br /></div><div>Best moment? When he walked around the apartment in his wet flip-flops leaving wet patches of footwork all over the place--Animeslut's constipated-gorilla look was (still is and will always be) quite priceless. Pretty much the same malicious pleasure you derive from looking at the face of an OCD-suffering person whose book arrangement you mess up. Or a kid whose dominoes you tip *accidentally*. </div><div><br /></div><div>Gods, I love my life.</div>Ben_CJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646427424859788034noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1073479704008264050.post-70200477434331612882009-07-06T09:11:00.000-07:002009-07-06T09:54:35.453-07:00Happy HappismRight--so the sand in the vag phase is sorta over now, all thanks to housemate's HDD finally being retrieved from the depths of corruptedness. Well the previous posts have been absent as well but all I can say is the semester is doing little in keeping said housemate's and my sanity in place what with all the complexities of the human anatomy. And physiology. And pharmacodynamics. You get the idea.<div><br /></div><div>And if the impression of having afternoon classes brings to mind lazy mornings dawdling about or simply lying in bed watching the clock tick, I urge you to purge that notion immediately. A workaholic I may be (I think), but these days meetings are the only few things I do not exactly look forward to--not in the morning, at least; waking up at 8+ when you could well do 11+ WITHOUT any meetings. Can't say I have nobody to blame but myself for volunteering in so many activities, but I suppose that is one of the few things that keep me from leaping off the balcony when I can't tell how the heart tube folds. And how they differ from a squashed orange (google the picture and you'll see what I mean).</div><div><br /></div><div>While nothing else is worth mentioning at the moment, I can say that the Orientation Planning and M&P is coming up splendidly at the moment. No, really. Everything's fine in lalaland tralalala everyone's happy.</div>Ben_CJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646427424859788034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1073479704008264050.post-11485579618769323642009-07-01T08:11:00.001-07:002009-07-01T08:22:09.608-07:00*Rants*Been very tired recently, and I think I may have sand in my vag**a as well. Needless to say almost anything provokes me (not outwardly, of course--nooo I'm just too cool for that) these days, and lectures are getting increasingly confusing in a strange way. No, I'm not getting dumber btw. I think. <div><br /></div><div>Also, I have this feeling that I am about to dislike my PBL group. [/end rant]<br /><br /><br /></div>Ben_CJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646427424859788034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1073479704008264050.post-41964623028914137582009-06-29T06:45:00.000-07:002009-06-29T07:51:01.590-07:00Bad Start, K.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">C</span>lasses *finally* started today, and to be really frank I couldn't feel excited about it for all the grumbling's worth. So maybe meeting up with friends (if any) was enjoyable--heck, I daresay something to look forward to, even-- but trust me on this when I say waking up after only having 5 hours of sleep would totally change the perspective of the day (a no brainer, really). <div><br /></div><div>Even normally unassuming conflicts (like passwords not registering on the computer) would lead to emotional distress for the good 5 minutes, that being said. And not to mention how everyone would start to act as though they have (to quote the great Eric Cartman) sand in their v*g*na. Also, the imminent threat of falling asleep anytime. Very tangible. </div><div><br /></div><div>Since it was the start of the new semester, there were obviously the mandatory talks from the dean and the various faculty members sisters etc which were of course interesting but almost redundant otherwise. Then, breaking the traditional "no classes on the first day" axiom, we DID have class today. Not very pleasant to be honest, what with trying not to sleep--though the lecture in itself ain't THAT bad.</div><div><br /></div><div>In the meantime, allow me to relate my experience today being at the wrong end of a botched up blood drawing procedure--yesssh, the victim. To put it simply, imagine having the syringe inserted within a distance of 2mm _twice_ on the same spot. It hurts more than it sounds. I'd like to say "trust me on that", but where's the fun in just telling? Go try it out! :D</div><div><br /></div>Ben_CJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646427424859788034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1073479704008264050.post-6381034590759305552009-06-26T02:51:00.000-07:002009-06-26T03:08:01.865-07:00Prank Calls?<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Okay so maybe the holidays aren't all that boring. Since our 3rd housemate left we were looking for a new housemate--which would not have been so troublesome if we knew there were "seasons" when people would actually start looking for rooms.<br /><br />To put it succintly, Most of the holiday mornings I have spent waking up to calls in the vein of this: </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Girl: Hello, is this Benjamin? (pronounced Bee-yen-jar-mean)<br />Moi: yeah, speaking.<br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Girl: Uhhh... How to say arr. *pause* You have a condo near IMU?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Moi:</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">(...How I wish)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> You mean an apartment? Yeah</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">(as far as I know)</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I do.<br />Girl: You still have it?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Moi: *horrified pause*</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">(still have what? my virginity? my 'condo'?) </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Uh.. You mean do I still have a room to rent?<br />Girl: *long pause* Ah, yeah. That.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Moi: Well unfortunately the room's already taken so I'm really sorry</span>. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">plus even if we DO have another room I sure as hell wouldnt want you anywhere near me kthxbye</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Girl: Orrh. Okay. Bye.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Moi:</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">(mustnotlaughmustnotlaugh) </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Bye.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">This just happened about 3 minutes ago btw.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And its not in the morning. Sighs thank God we've already found a housemate.</span></div>Ben_CJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646427424859788034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1073479704008264050.post-30221296120000984162009-06-22T11:12:00.000-07:002009-06-22T11:51:28.058-07:00OH MOTHER!<div>Holidays are almost over, and now I'm starting to get this reaally sick feeling that I'm going to regret I wished holidays were over soon. May as well have been one of the most unproductive period in my entire life, I may venture even. But *sighs* I suppose there's nothing much to be done now, innit? Owell at least I could boast I have finished one of the best games I've ever played in my life for now, and I'm DEAD SERIOUS. Never before have I gotten misty-eyed over a bunch of bleeping and blooping pixels, damnit but I did over this one, I did.<div><br /></div><div>Look at these cute lil' things and tell me that aren't made of pure awesomeness.</div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFCoIObVWlG9qTkOqCaEIqtr6nybZQySIZ-ugXf5li0G4DZt-hBusXBsR9E6TMfsBuYbou1uqf4bkFUrFjZWdz1ccBE1PIBflBIBu_XV5vYvqtW6Vjfd5CTUh5mEwNHYL5f5kVXc4jhcRW/s1600-h/3"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFCoIObVWlG9qTkOqCaEIqtr6nybZQySIZ-ugXf5li0G4DZt-hBusXBsR9E6TMfsBuYbou1uqf4bkFUrFjZWdz1ccBE1PIBflBIBu_XV5vYvqtW6Vjfd5CTUh5mEwNHYL5f5kVXc4jhcRW/s400/3" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350224476253918482" /><br /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">d</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">r</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">g</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">q</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">u</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">n</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">s</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">=</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">w</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">i</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">n</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihgPY0uDNCmv8VTIOnWCTuP2tXsm9wc5BqImAGdl0Q9fn1C0amgL_lHm1Z0J0dZ3vgwjS7MjTWfIZyVKjGlrBA96F1KS_ism4-T0_tU644VfcZEnjp4yJlJZxw3P6f2oHnsyREfLh25F9-/s1600-h/1"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihgPY0uDNCmv8VTIOnWCTuP2tXsm9wc5BqImAGdl0Q9fn1C0amgL_lHm1Z0J0dZ3vgwjS7MjTWfIZyVKjGlrBA96F1KS_ism4-T0_tU644VfcZEnjp4yJlJZxw3P6f2oHnsyREfLh25F9-/s400/1" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350223596640901426" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEiCrzpitEXZJBuX1C-rRATN9Fz8YdzyyxchO021M9nLmiVbaK4JOd9KVpijWhLBJdCDk967LpmxsE0JAEwgyagGLvg6ZxFn1B_d3u_TsCu2b4OT4XaTFCea9QD8PPgjqls-GGS-VnfRpD/s1600-h/2"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEiCrzpitEXZJBuX1C-rRATN9Fz8YdzyyxchO021M9nLmiVbaK4JOd9KVpijWhLBJdCDk967LpmxsE0JAEwgyagGLvg6ZxFn1B_d3u_TsCu2b4OT4XaTFCea9QD8PPgjqls-GGS-VnfRpD/s400/2" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350223481843191426" /></a><div><br />...<br />Fine, go ahead and be smug and indifferent. Not all games could project emotions this effectively, mind. CONSIDERING THE GRAPHICS.</div><div><br /></div><div>(fanboyism is real.)</div><div><br /></div><div>Well aside from that I'm practically quite idle. I'd wait to see how long it'll take to have mould grow on me if classes aren't starting in a week already.</div></div>Ben_CJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646427424859788034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1073479704008264050.post-74531131396262439672009-06-02T10:21:00.000-07:002009-06-02T11:33:31.861-07:00Life After the Struggle.....is anything but eventful, unfortunately. While my batchmates are probably basking in the sun of the Bahamas/ shopping in Tokyo / anything of equivalent value I still find myself stuck in the searing suffocating heat of my home making sense of the irony of enjoying the pressures of exams and loathing the comforts of home. If misplacing my sense of purpose is not bad enough, I should think that having dreams of the very same exam (with strange questions based on unity/music, but that's not the point) be a hallmark of my undoing. Despite having passed the aforementioned.<br /><br />What am I doing, one may ask: and that is the very same question I pose to myself everyday, consciously or otherwise. It's hard not to expect anything, I suppose, considering the whole drama we went through. No one can really blame anyone for expecting life to be more eventful or enjoyable or operatic, for that matter. But I suppose it's still something I'm learning--that the world doesn't revolve around me, and life goes on even if I want an orchestra playing everytime I wake up.<br /><br />But surely waking up wishing that money grows on trees just for a day isn't a bad thing?Ben_CJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646427424859788034noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1073479704008264050.post-24874529621981752312009-05-13T06:55:00.000-07:002009-05-13T07:24:13.341-07:00Update :DYO! I guess things have been too hectic *coughlazycough* for the past week or so for an update what with major finals looming (now history) around the corner. Although I do admittedly miss the late night study sessions in Starbucks/McDonald's. Still, having said that I'm pretty glad its all over now anyway and I can finally get my much-deserved break and resume the lifeless routine of senseless blogging, facebooking and mouse hunting.<div><br /></div><div>On the other hand I'm already getting pretty bored with the holidays (second day wtf) and the workaholic in me is pushing for more work despite it being a semester break. Meeting-addiction much? Owell no complains so far. Will *try* to update occasionally, if I'm not trying to drown myself in work. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">an idle mind is the devil's playground wtf</span></div>Ben_CJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646427424859788034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1073479704008264050.post-50241367865972026432009-04-29T08:40:00.000-07:002009-04-29T08:52:20.441-07:00Cerebral Hemorrhaged.Been a long tiring day selling badges and screaming my lungs out all in the name of publicity for NOISE&MOVEMENT, though I admittedly enjoy doing that *coughworkaholiccough*. Still I want to believe I'm up to date with my studies as much as the pile of unread notes in the corner would suggest otherwise--psyching myself is probably all I can do at the moment anyway.<div><br /></div><div>I'm begining to miss those days when studies weren't that burdensome and I had more time to actually laze around without feeling guilty sigghs. </div>Ben_CJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646427424859788034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1073479704008264050.post-86343379771365154852009-04-28T09:18:00.000-07:002009-04-28T09:53:54.550-07:00To Singapore and Back4 days were spent shopping and generally losing the excess baggage of medical information stored in Singapore. 3 hours in total in a cramped up airplane. Less than 1 hour of total study-time. <div><br /></div><div>That being said the selection process in NUS went fine, thankyou. Essay writing was pretty good (in my standards) at 4 pages in 45 minutes but I didnt exactly get to end it right due to time constraints. On a topic I am so passionate about, too--educational issues. Meh, what's done's done I suppose. Still, there's the feeling of uncompletedness lingering after the paper's collected (which in retrospect is probably Animeslut's OCD rubbing off on me). </div><div><br /></div><div>Interview, however was NOT easy at all and I had to use every trick in the book from worn-out cliches to feigned determination or outright lies to convince the interviewers to let me through. Of course when it came to current issues those tricks were effectively rendered useless (Ha! I included irony in this post!), courtesy of yours truly not reading the news for the past 2 weeks or so. Aside from the minor hiccup *cough* I think I made a good impression. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">now gimme a place in medschool NUS dammnit.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And I decided that I either hate airplanes a lot or my sense of equilibrium is particularly sensitive.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>On a totally different note I think I should really start studying or I'll end up being in neither IMU or NUS by the end of this year.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">NOISE & MOVEMENT here I come!</span></div>Ben_CJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646427424859788034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1073479704008264050.post-56077948444231757062009-04-24T09:57:00.000-07:002009-04-24T10:31:11.404-07:00Blog. Dying.Been a long week, it was. Catching up with 3 month's worth of studying in less than 3 weeks was not very pleasant, too, but I guess that was the price I had to pay for procrastination. Still, results were much better than what I deserved and I couldn't help but think that there was some degree of divine intervention being involved in the equation. The pressure was pretty much tangible yesterday, and to make things much more suspenseful for this frail little mind of mine I still had to attend an interview in my current church before serving. ON THE SAME DAY. Thankfully it went pretty well so it was worth it ultimately.<div><br /></div><div>In 3 more days I'll be having attending an interview to be accepted into NUS. OH THE PRESSURE. Having said that I'll nevertheless look forward to shopping in Singapore so feel free to be envious nyahnyahnyah. </div><div><br /></div><div>And then in less than 3 weeks it's End of Semester exams! D:</div>Ben_CJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646427424859788034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1073479704008264050.post-47525396826714604142009-04-22T22:06:00.000-07:002009-04-22T22:07:12.075-07:00THE END: SUMMATIVE 2the end has ended. now on to the next phase of my misery. here i go EoS2!!!Ben_CJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646427424859788034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1073479704008264050.post-79401702464183662212009-04-17T10:46:00.000-07:002009-04-17T11:02:43.417-07:00Updatus :DAh, again; do forgive my absence for the past few days--exam's close, after all. Nothing much to update on, since the fun in life have effectively came to a standstill. Having said that, however, I find the thrill of examination looming in the corner hardly containable--a hallmark of exam stress-induced psychosis mayhaps--and I find myself relaxed to the point that I have to keep reminding myself the price of failing the next exam.<div><br /></div><div>The real honest-to-goodness reason updates were unavailable was really because my internet provider decided that upgrading the service (of which the improvement, if any, is hardly noticable) would be a splendid idea, taking their own sweet time tinkering on whatever they were tinkering on as I suffered in the agony of disconnectedness.</div><div><br /></div><div>And the sin of sloth on my part.</div><div><div><br /></div><div>On the plus side, less two more disciplines to cover! Wish me the best! :D</div></div>Ben_CJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646427424859788034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1073479704008264050.post-66570627621749053802009-04-13T08:15:00.000-07:002009-04-13T08:17:09.696-07:00Frustrated: Angry at the World<div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I am angry no one listens to me</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I am angry I'm always second grade to others</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I'm angry I couldnt do things others could</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I'm angry my views are ignored</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I hate the fact that it hurts so much</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I'm angry I always need to rely on others</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I am angry no one ever takes me seriously</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I am angry I have to try so hard to be noticed</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I am angry I have no one to talk to</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I'm angry this is the only way i can express my frustration</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I'm angry nobody cares</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I'm angry no one tries to</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I'm angry that no one sees why I am this way</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I'm frustrated no help ever comes my way</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I'm frustrated at my mediocrity</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I'm angry at the fact that I am weak</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I'm angry people take advantage of that</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I hate the way I have to pretend just to please others</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I hate the fact that I cannot show my weakness</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I hate the fact that I bruise too easily</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I hate the expectations</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I hate the comparisons</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I hate my indecisiveness</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I hate the fact that things never work out the way I want it to</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I hate the fact that it's different for other people</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I hate being always the one on the wrong side</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I hate being the good guy all the time</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I hate being patronized</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I hate the fact that time never heals anything</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I am frustrated people will laugh this off.</span></span></span></div></div>Ben_CJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646427424859788034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1073479704008264050.post-48882476570916533212009-04-09T09:39:00.000-07:002009-04-09T10:33:42.029-07:00Nibs<p>Pardon the clutter; something somehow possesed me today to have the blog undergo some pretty drastic structural changes but the contents would remain as it is--all in the name of progress after all. And speaking of progress studies have effectively arrived at a standstill today due to various forms of distractions, you name it: nursing reports, PBLs, friends, and some decidedly spontaneous Sharpie-time. And American Idol. <em><span style="font-size:78%;">(people, you have got to understand that sympathy votes cheapen the whole show and keeping someone for a disability is not productive ultimately. Got nothing against them though.)</span></em></p><p>In the meantime the pressure to perform is getting increasingly intolerable; with about 2 more weeks to go and still so much to cover, it'll take a miracle to get whatever I want at the moment but we'll see how it goes. :D</p>Ben_CJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646427424859788034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1073479704008264050.post-58938006499417020512009-04-08T08:28:00.000-07:002009-04-08T09:39:35.575-07:00Bored at 12<p>Do excuse the somewhat long pointless post yesterday--all in the name of venting out ultimately giggles. Today's pretty ordinary, what with pharmaco lectures still raping me front and back and then there's the customary/obligatory lecture which serves little purpose but to ruin my otherwise productive day. Having said that walking out of lectures is quickly becoming a habit I find hard to curb, more so when precious time is being consumed by lecturers who believe telling lame jokes and speaking at snail's pace would make them a darling to our already packed timetables.</p><p>I finally had time to do things I intend to do, which most importantly includes catching up with all the accumulated workload over the past few weeks or so. And working out, too! :D</p><p>On an absolutely different note Animeslut's being stalked by a guy who seem to not notice fine line between being overfriendly and overtly flirting, and needless to say I find it amazingly amusing, since Animeslut has this tendency to be a people-pleaser (or a very good pretender. either way.). Once the person is out of her sight, however, the disgusted side comes up and becomes an endless source of entertainment.</p><p>And I really need an apartment mate now.</p>Ben_CJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646427424859788034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1073479704008264050.post-51129392312861689462009-04-07T08:56:00.000-07:002009-04-07T10:20:24.474-07:00It's That Time of the Semester Again.<p>Woke up today just in time to be disturbed by a senior (who really needs to do something more productive than to taunt a junior in the morning about having classes) and a (not so secret) admirer over msn. Wasted probably half an hour chatting and begging for lecture recordings before having to rush to my campus despite waking up early due to said distractions.</p><p>That said, it was probably the most interesting thing that happened to me today. On to the ranting.</p><p>I'm begining to fear for myself for the coming exams, actually. In fact, I'm questioning my ability and my passion for this profession; and more often than not I wonder if my motivations are truly noble and sufficient to keep me afloat and if struggling like this would be futile or not.</p><p>I've seen people who could do this. You just know it somehow that they have it in them; the passion, the determination, the youthful eagerness to learn (as much as I hate to admit I envy at times) and the heart for it. Which makes me wonder where did all those things which I used to have that I am seeing in other people went.</p><p>See, the problem is I don't know if I really want it this badly or not, or if I am willing to sacrifice so much for this to happen, or if I even have the capacity to do it to begin with. The worst part? If anyone were to ask me what I would do if I weren't studying this, I can honestly say I do not know. I have a friend who's a writer at the moment for an established publication, but no one would've guessed that he's also holding a degree in Biomedical Sciences. My point is, he's someone who is not in a sense confined to his degree--he just does what he enjoys and does best. Frankly, I deeply admire his ability to take on something which he enjoys which is independent of his degree. Of course, I'm not in any way trying to insinuate that I do not enjoy whatever I'm doing now, but the question I ask myself is if I had to do it another way, which path would I take?</p><p>To be perfectly honest, I still feel that I am perfectly incapable of doing anything above average--most of my works are relatively substandard in my opinion, and if anyone were to ask me if there's anything worse than bad it would be exactly this: mediocrity. Classic case of jack of all trades, master of none. Point is: I don't know what else I can do besides what I am doing now, and that is what frustrates me, more so with the prospect of mediocrity (or possibly failure) looming ahead.</p><p>Perhaps I am just overthinking--I sure hope I am. Whatever I'm doing now was bought with a lot of tears and sweat on part of my parents and myself; I can only pray I don't screw things over with my weaknesses and doubts (there's only so much I can do--but is it enough?).</p><p>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</p><p>Said writer friend told me "sometimes you just need to let life be", which is ironic considering his circumstances. I myself believe that destiny is autonomous and letting life be is simply akin to sleeping while driving a car on a dark road, but that's probably where our differences lie. But as to how life goes, I don't know and I'm certain no one does either.</p><p>But maybe that's what I should do.</p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">hope this makes sense and it doesn't bore anyone. It's not meant to mean anything anyway.</span></p>Ben_CJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646427424859788034noreply@blogger.com0