Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Today I learned...

That being a stud international debater, a corporate law TA, a "Constitution reviewer" and Convenor of a Committee is no guarantee that you can be expected to behave reasonably in public, have some sense of integrity, value important friendships, be trusted to be unbiased about decisions that affect others' future opportunities, be careful in handling responsibilities that could put people other than yourself into unpleasant situations and NOT drag other, completely unrelated people into personal conflicts.

I'm not happy but I'm proud that I held my ground on issues that I don't think can and should be compromised on. I'm also glad that I didn't apply, lest my application be "unfavourably" considered, since it would've been apparent that I had 50 quizzing and lit points but *gasp* only 30 debating points.

Saturday, May 09, 2009

Norwegian Progressive Metal?

Nothing can quite prepare you for it.

It begins quietly. Self-reflectingly, almost. Littered with an indiscriminate yet distinctly BHN beeping dot-and-dash Morse Code (does anyone else remember the "bugger all" morse code from "D'You Know What I Mean"?) There's a sweet sounding doubling-up of the guitar. And then it goes.

"An extraordinary guy can never have an ordinary day. He might live a long goodbye, but that is not for me to say.

They are sleeping while they dream, but then they want to be adored. Those who don't say what they mean, will live and die by their own sword.

There are but a thousand days but heading for a thousand years. Many minds to educate, the people who have disappeared."

I mean, he's got no right to write like that.

As Rio Ferdinand said after returning from his drugs ban a few years ago, "It's like beer for most people. What happens when you've been taken off beer for eight months? When you finally get a hold of it, that beer is going to taste good."

It isn't often that the crackling sound of an arrogant, vindicated anthem moves me to write anything at all, let alone something here. It's 3 a.m., the morning of project submission. And though it may not be apparent, there's a lot that's right with the world at this time.

The swagger is back. Insurance can go do itself.

Magic Pie, indeed.

You. You know who you are. I owe you one. Big time.

Saturday, May 02, 2009

The Lights Are Brighter On The Second Of May

"Yeah, but it's 8:42 right now, I'm not twelve yet."

Today's been a day where little things have meant a lot and their occurrence throughout the course of the day has led me to happily forget the million little details that normally annoy me no end during an average day.

I'm sure there are several details amiss in the masterplan but the lights have always been brighter on the second of May. My only regret (and one that has been mounting with every year that has gone by here) is that I'm not home today. I have a feeling that the atmosphere at home this evening is going to be just that little bit lighter, the smiles will be just that little bit broader and the love will be just that little bit more heartfelt. I'm sure the talk (when it eventually happens) will at least partly be about how bad everyone at home feels that I haven't been home at this time for four years in a row now and I'm not saying that that's not genuine. It's just that even if I could peep through the window of my own home and look inside right now, it would mean the world to me.

Och, well. Whatever will be, will be.

Happy Birthday, Tom! May your smile light up a million lives. :)

I'm not sure if there's a point to this story but I'm going to tell it again.

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I've been wilfully caught up in the self-defeating quest to get to know myself for years. I've never expected anything beneficial to result from such a quest. I tend to evoke extremely polarised reactions from people I get to know in passing. Consequently, only those people who know me inside-out would honestly claim that I'm a person who's just "alright." It's not a coincidence that the description I've laid out above has no fewer than, title included, eleven references to me (make that twelve). I'm affectionately referred to as "Ego." I think that last statement might have given away a tad too much. Welcome Aboard.

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