Life and chocolates

I don't have much to say, even after having taken such a long absence. Just one quote I came across. Pictures may say a thousand words...this quote speaks volumes about my emotions at this point.

Life... is like a box of chocolates. A cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that no one ever asks for. Nonreturnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So, you're stuck with mostly undefinable whipped mint crap, mindlessly wolfed down when there's nothing else to eat while you're watching the game. Sure, once is a while you get a peanut butter cup or an English toffee but it's gone too fast and the taste is fleeting. In the end, you are left with nothing but broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth-shattering nuts, which, if you are desperate enough to eat, leaves nothing but an empty box of useless brown paper. - Smoking Man


Keep in mind, I'm pissed...I'm tensed...I'm off my caffeine. You had better make your comment really, really sweet.

Classmate issues

Its been a year since I have been in Singapore. I have had some good moments, a lot of annoying ones, and a huge spike in my adrenaline every three months(semester submissions).

One whole year, you readers have listened to me moan about my assignments and how absurd the management has been to set certain deadlines. I have ridiculed the type of work that has been forced upon me, have ranted my thoughts out loud...almost twice a month on the blog.

Basically, every time I posted, which was a rare event itself, I mentioned almost everything except my classmates.

Now is the time to rectify the situation. Particularly because for this one subject(out of the three I have this semester), I have one of my seniors, which I have a problem towards, one from my own batch, my nemesis, and one oaf from the juniors... this class is a trifecta from hell!

I shall now come up with "not-so-witty" names for those three and more classmates whom I find worth mentioning. Naturally, I will not be giving out their real names coz they may stumble upon here, and as much as I don't really give a damn if they are offended by what I write here... I do however have a problem when I don't get picked in the group. I do not want to re-live my school memories, stupid horrid games... I hate being picked last. Anyway, here the names won't be disclosed simply because, this entire year, the SECOND year of my course, is filled with "group" work.

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For those who are still unaware of my views on teamwork... well...there is no "I" in team, but there is a "ME" if you rearrange the letters a bit.


Ahem,
Roll call.

The nemesis: The only guy I will probably respect and loathe at the same time. He isn't bad or annoying in particular, he is just good at his work. Which is fine, until his work is deemed better than mine. Hey, I am no sore loser, I go up to him and genuinely congratulate him. If you are good then you deserve recognition. I just hate him because he out-did me. Its a fair emotion. I am sure he gets pissed a bit too when I rank on top. Its a healthy competition. It drives us to come up with something better all the time. You need one "nemesis" in your life, whether in college or work, anywhere.. they drive you to work better. Otherwise, I would be in a room with no one to compete against..the rest are incompetent monkeys who sometimes, by sheer luck, manage to come up with something worthwhile.

The riddler: No he isn't a Batman Villian. He is just a living breathing human leech who will suck the life out of you with his insane questions. He is my senior, and he is kinda retarded(seriously).
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No I am not kidding, he IS retarded. He laughs for no reason, and its a "HAHA *pause* HAHA *snort* HAHA" laugh...very very irritating. Apart from that, he has something in his arm that causes it to raise itself up everytime the professor says something.
Prof: "Hello, My name is..."
Riddler: hand raised, "I Know I know!"

...getting me? Any sentence, it doesn't even have to be a question...his "I know I know" echoes through the class every 15-20 minutes.

The POS: A nicer way of saying Piece of Shit. This guy is one of those oafs who is here for the ride rather than the learning. Which is fine, as long as it doesn't get in my way. Oddly enough, it GETS IN MY WAY!
With his shitty euro trash techno junk he plays and claiming its music, he plays it out loud before class starts, he plays it when the professor leaves the room, he plays it during breaks... I have had so many fantasies of picking up his laptop and smashing it hard on his head, repeatedly...until the music stops.
The guy's assignments rank barely below average at best. Hey, I know everyone has different strengths and weakness blah blah. Besides, he is 18, he has time to find out what he excels in. I however, am 23...24 in a few months, and this is my last shot, and don't tolerate people who come in my way.
Luckily I have these things called earphones, and I finally have an mp3 player to go along with it. So for now all is good...until he teams up with me.

The Anti- sirens: Sirens by myth were these beautiful women who lure sailors to crash on their island and then I guess..they kill them or eat them or something... basically they attract them with their melodious voice.
Well, this isn't the case here. Myth isn't often reality. Two sirens in this class, neither of them would rank as beautiful in my mind, but hey, perception of beauty varies, its not as if they are ugly, they are normal. Anyway, they are called sirens because of their voices. Its shrill, and screechy, and very heavily influenced with the singaporean accent. That combination makes you want to RUN AWAY from them as far as possible. Yep. They are really a pain. Ironically, their strength lies in craft work. I have to say, probably the best in class when it comes to craft. Too bad craft was required only in one subject, and never ever to come again...well..bad for them, lucky for me. I suck at craft.

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Where the fuck is my professor. He is bloody late, and on his second day too. Well technically the first, because last week, the supposedly "first" day of college was declared a holiday because our professor had the "sniffles". Geez.
And now, I am sitting here, getting pissed by the minute, for I have been here since 5.30 to attend a 6.00pm class which hasn't started still and its 7.30 right now!!!

Back to my post.

Lets see, well...these were the main classmates..now the miscellaneous ones.

The Gay Whiner: Not really gay, just looks gay...well not "proven" gay...yet. But seriously, any man who applies lip balm the way he does, that's gay in my book. Not that there is anything wrong with it. We as a class support it fully and are just trying to get him out of his closet... more like forcing him out. Anyway, he whines a lot about everything. If you dare even think thats a trait I have too, you are gonna get it bad! Our whining style is totally different. I whine because I don't like the work I am given and while I will do it, I will definitely make sure everyone knows I don't enjoy it.
His whines are more, "man...project now, I wanna play this game"


Prof here...will continue this later...
see ya

Edit:..this may be a fun batch after all...prof looks like he has a...twisted sense of humor. Ooo yea..this is going to be fun.

Sleep, marriages and tigers

I've been noticing a lot of little things lately. Like the way I sleep. I sleep on my left side, all curled up. Always. I tried other positions when I first realized this habit, and found out that none worked for me and I was completely uncomfortable. I take a bit of the top edge of the blanket and scrunch it up into a roll and hold it with a clenched fist. I put some of the blanket and sheet between my legs, because for some reason I can't stand my upper inner thighs touching each other. I have to make sure that my bare feet don't stick out from under the blankets. And with good reasons too... there are things underneath the bed that bite your toes off if they are sticking out.

Kidding, i just hate having cold feet. And when I sleep the room temperature is always around 18-20 C .

I found out that I move a lot in my sleep. Wanna know how I came by this fact. I videotaped me.

Seriously. I took my camcorder, adjusted the settings so that it can keep taping for at least 6 hours(adjusted the quality) and switched on super night vision. Viola.

I taped it yesterday night, watched it today while having lunch, and was amused. First off, people are right. I do look a whole lot innocent when I am asleep. I kinda did not like that. Felt vulnerable. Then after a few minutes of lying still I got bored and fast forwarded to the part where i saw a change.

I was smiling in my sleep. God knows what I could have been thinking, either my girlfriend or pizza, by the way i was grinning..maybe it was both..maybe it was my girlfriend HOLDING the pizza.
But I doubt I would snuggle against my blanket in that manner if it was a pizza, so it has to be the former.

Then after I began to move around, and to my embarrassment it partly looked like i was having a dirty dream. Fortunately the movement stopped quickly and the normal smiling continued, shortly after, that stopped too.

The rest of the video was totally normal, with the occasional caressing of the pillow coming into play.

People should try videotaping themselves...its funny.



Have you ever BEEN to a gujju wedding? The relatives are hell bent on seeing you get married. They always come up to my parents to inquire about my age and try to put in silly hints that their daughter is so nice and well mannered and would be perfect for me and we would look good together and SHEESH!! I could not stand it.. i was 16 then..

Now I am 23..i am of age...if i go now, they are bound to marry off that stupid couple, whoever it is, and prepare a date for me.



What is with arranged marriages? How can they even work I wonder? Two families get along, they think the kids are nice, they pair them up? that is the most idiotic thing I have heard

What if they do not like each other? what then.
I may agree to arranged dating. you know. Two families get together. They think the kids are a good match but let them decide that fact. Give em a few months of forced dating. See if they like each other. Better than forced marriage. However, I would rather have my body be chewed by new york's finest rats rather than go on a date that my parents fixed.

Ever seen the new york's rats? I haven't seen them face to face, but, they are bloody huge. I bet they can eat a cat instead of the other way round. Damn scary rats. They should be in the zoo next to the tigers.

What is with the tigers at the zoo. They are the most passive tigers I have ever seen. They are totally whipped. A guinea pig wouldn't be afraid of them. Even they do not care. They have it made. Whenever people crowd by, strike a pose, give a roar, make the kids happy.
The zookeeper feeds them meat daily. They don't have to hunt. Life is all a bed of roses ofor them.

But they are pathetic.
You go up to them with no fear, you would go like, "hey tiger, cool cat, hear me RAWR!"

They would not last 2 minutes in the jungles of bengal. Ever been to there? Scary place. I bet even a rabbit could scare you there.
You would be in a safari and a rabbit comes by and stares at you, i guarantee you would roll up your car window. The safari guide would be going, "its just a rabbit sir" "Fuck you..no damn rabbit has stared at me like that"

And the tigers in the jungle...damn..those are REAL tigers, crouching in the bushes, waiting, looking at you, thinking, "yea man come over here..you look tasty"

Shit scary tigers man..

I better stop here...wrestling is coming on TV.

Btw...this was written around...roughly 3 years ago, on an Indiatimes blog with a very embarrassing name. The blog has been deleted, but the posts remain with me. The only reason I am posting this now is coz its been ages since I actually wrote something here, am dying to update, but have nothing interesting to report...well, nothing I find interesting enough to report.