There is nothing new under the sun

Searching for a thesis topic, I'm beginning to realise, is one of the hardest things to do. Nobody wants to write on a topic that has been dealt with ad nausem. It's like flogging a dead horse.

Apologetics? Bioethics? Or just intellectual gymnastics?

Someone commented to me last night, "Don't fudge confusion with confusion."

If that's not being innovative, what is?

Did I pick up the pick up?

Was standing outside BGST after class last night with two other classmates, waiting for a cab when two ang moh girls came up to me.

"Hi!" One of them started. "Do you know of any nice drinking places we can go to?"

Aiyoh ... didn't they know TPagar is full of drinking places?

"Erm..." I stuttered. "Sorry, I don't drink ... so I dunno." "Maybe you can try walking straight ... then turn right ... then walk all the way down ..." Sheepishly pointing them towards the one drinking hole that I had been to eons ago.

"Really?" the girl replied enthusiastically, "Thank you!" before walking off.

. . .

I was feeling stupid until one of my classmates (who happens to be one of my cellmates as well) commented, "Eh .. I think they are expecting you to go drinking with them la!"

Wah sure or not? Me kenna picked up by two ang moh girls?

Oh well ... I hope they didn't get too lost though.

Mellowing maturity

They say you mellow with age. I was startled by how much I had changed over the last year or so when it dawned on me that my usual aggressive and combative nature was giving way to a more 'sedate' and 'accomodative' one. When just a couple of months ago I would have chewed up (verbally or otherwise) people who, in my opinion, were either incoherent or inconsistent or both; I found myself stopping to try to understand the circumstances behind their behaviour (albeit with sighs of resignation), and to 'explain' away their behaviour.

Maturity? Perhaps.

They say wine matures with age.

Vintage or vinegar? What am I becoming?