thoughtshowerings

Sometimes Good Intentions Are Not Enough. (SGIANE) Recently, there has been a flurry of OCIP activity fund raising in school. Activities range from selling overpriced bubble teas, coerce sales of T-shirts, clean children safe car washes that did not involve any babes to plain donations. Aims of such OCIP are generally vague, with the use of flowery but intangible words like "empowerment" or "as to develop them into productive, responsible, self reliant, competent and compassionate individuals of tomorr ow." Note that this is not geared towards a certain group, but rather at the idea of the OCIP spirit.  As of such, someone please enlighten me, what the whole chunk of words above really and truly mean. It completely sounds like a PR reply when asked what the team's objective was. What's the Problem? 1) The team will only be there for a total of 3 weeks or so. Including time catering for own R&R activities. Doesn't that make it only 2 weeks ...

A flood of misfortunes. I have been plagued with a slew of unfortunate events. One after another. They just keep turning up at my doorstep. I tell myself, bad days are anything but permanent. They are transient, ephemeral. They cant last forever , can they? So I just hang on and tell myself, it'll go away, it'll go away, it'll go away. I think I have sort of mellowed out? I dont get as easily angered as I used to do. I am calmer than usual. Despite the onslaught of assignments. I take things slightly easier. Lament a bit, and get back with life. Or maybe its not that good to be that back? Hmmmmm... I feel like I am losing some connections. Like a rope, losing its fibers one strand at a time. Insignificant individually, but impactful when considered as a whole. University's strange. It feels...highly commercialized. You dont go there to receive an education just because you want to per se, but rather in lieu of the income you will get in the fu...

Weather: Rainy Mood: Trying to deceive myself that I have nothing to do Been wanting to write about this for a long time now.  Its amazing how technology changes your life. And ruins it simultaneously. Whatsapp is seriously getting under my skin.  Yes I know its amazing how friends seem to be just beside you, replying almost instantaneously when you post something. Yes I know how you can chat with many friends at one go, you can send sound clips, send photos and what not. Yes I know it forms some kind of bond within the group chatting. Yes I know it makes you feel connected to everyone whom you care for, even project mates whom you secretly dislike. Yes I know it makes you feel less lonely when you are alone and have nothing to do. But I just dont get it. I dont. Call me old fashioned. Or whatever.  What happened to meeting up, face to face? Phone calls so long they make your ears burn? What happened to good ol' human interac...

Today's post is a non-emotive post that sounds like one. Yesterday as I was about to go to bed, a random thought struck me in my head. I suddenly think about how my parents, being young once, had their own set of dreams and goals that they wanted to pursue. I am 21 for quite some time now. I have my own set of directions to go, where I want to move. I have my own dreams, interests to follow and although I do not have a concrete plan for my future, at least I know what I want now, currently. So I try to navigate myself towards these goals that I have set out for myself. I am very sure that my parents similarly had their own goals that they were moving towards to when they were 21. The kind of lifestyle they wanted to lead, what they wanted to do for a living and so on. So, (my own postulation) they were more or less on their individual paths until they met each other and decided to settle down. Suddenly, all their own visions and dreams sort of melted away to give in to th...

Relationships The older I get, the more I realise that relationships play a huge huge role in our lives. Romantically wise, platonic or family wise, we all need a fair share of all three I suppose. Suddenly people left right center behind and sideways break up, patch up, found someone to attach themselves to. Some friendship sours, some drifts, new ones forged and others strengthen. Many others remained in an awkward limbo. Priorities (I seriously can never learn how to spell this word) seems to change with age. At teenage years, the thing you probably cared most in the world was probably whether you had friends that you could relate closely to. A little further down the road, you probably have a group of people who you know will definitely be there for you no matter what happens. Then you probably might be on the look out for potential mates. And so on and so forth. Been hearing some stuffs in the recent weeks. Have to say I was pretty disappointed. But yet at th...

The Art of making Friends. ( and perhaps how to maintain the relationship ) University opens a whole new world, new, foreign people ambush you almost everyday. You either meet them at lectures, tutorials, or perhaps lab sessions or practicals. Possibly, the most polite or socially correct thing to do is then to make an attempt, feeble or not, entirely depends on your mood, for a small talk. From there and then on, you might become best buddies, or just normal friends. Depends entirely on your chemistry with the person. Sometimes I feel that it is really chemistry that brings people together. That first impression that person sends you, when you guys talk, if it feels "right". If that person belongs on the same wave length as you do. Some people while being unbelievably nice, like I have met, just dont function on the same frequency as I do. Awkward silences push their way through us, filling up the voids. Bringing uneasiness. Others, when met for the time, click i...

Mid June : Temperature creeps steadily up End June : Humidity levels rises around the island, skin feels oddly sticky all the time Start July : Its starting to burn Now : Unbelievably, blisteringly hot Which also signifies one thing - University's finally starting for some of us who have waited for almost 3 years. That thought alone is, undoubtedly scary. Almost 3 years of not processing thoughts in a logical, sequential way. Of not looking at problems in another angle, thinking about possibilities of solving the targeted problem. Of not feeling the stress of exams. Of not churning out essays after essays on demand. Of not practising hand writing. It also marks a total character change for the some of us. Like myself. I suddenly feel less prone to mingle around, the intuition to get to know more people lessens. There is not a compelling urge to get to understand new people on a deeper, more personal basis within me. Knowing new people has become sort of a chore for me. To quote a f...