At long last, after much agonizing and sleepless nights, I have finally changed my course that I would be reading come August 2010.
This is for those who are interested in knowing. For those who aren't, well, too bad, cos' ths is MY blog. Yep, a bit possessive I know. Comes from having my handphone stolen right under my nose.
Or rather, beside it. Was slumbering at a level of unconsciousness just a notch above that usually associated with the dead. Hmph.
Back to me. (As always.) From business to social science. Now the next question is, at NUS or SMU? Love to hear your opinions, my legions of fans out there. The great one has deigned to listen to you.
Earth Hour was yesterday. When we were all encouraged to turn out the lights for one hour as a symbol of environmental conservation, reduction of energy consumption, et cetera. A neat, well-coordinated move that no doubt took many months of effort, sweat and cajoling by the organisers to get those bigwig companies online.
Read the important word in the above paragraph. Symbol.
Don't get me wrong. I appreciate all the hard work and the effort those guys put in, and as far as publicity goes, that was one hell of a successful event, what with the print and broadcast media advertising about it. And it shows that there are strenous local efforts at attempting to reach out to the masses about the need to conserve the environment. A far cry from earlier years, when most campaigns for the environment was about not littering. (Remember all those beach-cleaning CIP we did back then?).
Kudos to the event. To be honest, the impact the event actually had on the environment? Practically zero. You can figure it out for yourself, it doesn't take rocket science to see that one hour of voluntary blackout doesn't exactly saves all that much energy.
As a means to reach out to the public about the necessity of the environment, it was wonderful. But please, don't be mistaken that the event actually did directly save the planet. It would be like giving Panadol to a cancer patient.
Useless.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Saturday, March 7, 2009
The end of the light, the start of the tunnel.
Interesting week.
Student goes amok, stabs professor, commits suicide.
Few days later, another student at another univesity found dead.
Last night, a third from the same school as the first is found dead, apparently by his own hand.
If this marks the start of perhaps a spree of violence in schools, well, thank goodness for strict laws banning guns. Think of Columbia, of Virginia Tech.
Back on the home front, or to be more accurate, the company line, things are a-changin'. Can't say it's for good or bad, it's early days still. To be short, let's just say that the old axiom is true: If it ain't broken, don't fix it. Or in our case, change it.
On positive note, there have been cheerful moments. Like celebrating birthdays!
Army celebrations tend to be a bit over-zealous. Well, of course, when you put a bunch of guys with raging hormones together for a week and force them to live like monks, the laws of physics state that the energy has to go somewhere.
How does one goes about celebrating? Look below...
1. Capture the guy and pin him down. If he knows what is coming and struggles violently, don't do it alone. Get at least 7 others to help out.
2. Drag him to the laundry area, dump pails of water on him, and when he is wet, pepper him with detergent.
3. Now of course our victim, looking like a walking snowman, needs to shower off. When he is in the cubicle, trap him there by dumping dirty water into the cubicle.
4. When he comes out of the shower, strip him.
Now here is the interesting part. What do you do if a naked fella? Read on...
We pinned him to the ground, not without some effort. Then attempted to rub a muscle ointment that, well, burns, onto the most sensitive part of the male anatomy.
Sad to say, we failed. He struggled too much. And well it would have been much too cruel. Any male understands that.
So we rubbed it up his butt crack instead, and spun him about on the floor.
No doubt the shortest, but the most hilarious birthday celebration I have ever seen.
Student goes amok, stabs professor, commits suicide.
Few days later, another student at another univesity found dead.
Last night, a third from the same school as the first is found dead, apparently by his own hand.
If this marks the start of perhaps a spree of violence in schools, well, thank goodness for strict laws banning guns. Think of Columbia, of Virginia Tech.
Back on the home front, or to be more accurate, the company line, things are a-changin'. Can't say it's for good or bad, it's early days still. To be short, let's just say that the old axiom is true: If it ain't broken, don't fix it. Or in our case, change it.
On positive note, there have been cheerful moments. Like celebrating birthdays!
Army celebrations tend to be a bit over-zealous. Well, of course, when you put a bunch of guys with raging hormones together for a week and force them to live like monks, the laws of physics state that the energy has to go somewhere.
How does one goes about celebrating? Look below...
1. Capture the guy and pin him down. If he knows what is coming and struggles violently, don't do it alone. Get at least 7 others to help out.
2. Drag him to the laundry area, dump pails of water on him, and when he is wet, pepper him with detergent.
3. Now of course our victim, looking like a walking snowman, needs to shower off. When he is in the cubicle, trap him there by dumping dirty water into the cubicle.
4. When he comes out of the shower, strip him.
Now here is the interesting part. What do you do if a naked fella? Read on...
We pinned him to the ground, not without some effort. Then attempted to rub a muscle ointment that, well, burns, onto the most sensitive part of the male anatomy.
Sad to say, we failed. He struggled too much. And well it would have been much too cruel. Any male understands that.
So we rubbed it up his butt crack instead, and spun him about on the floor.
No doubt the shortest, but the most hilarious birthday celebration I have ever seen.
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