Eternal torment: The Search

Sunday, August 13, 2006

It sucks to be down with some random ailment. Currently, I'm nursing a terrible sore throat, the occasional sneezing and of course the damn cough. The fever has passed. That ain't the worst bit. Tis' the damned nagging for me to sleep early. Argh.

Seriously, there's a reason why I sleep in the day. It's to be alive at night. I find that the general atmosphere is much better. No mad barkings from the deranged canines, no loud music/ horrendous karaoke etc. Just peace and quiet with the occasional freaky sounds of the common house lizard. The crickets symphony of the night however is strangely familiar and calming. It's the best time to study since the lack of distractions will help one to focus.

However, being sick puts the above mentioned plan in jeopardy.

Anyways, I'm just here to regal any bored soul about my day.

I attended my religious class in spite of my ill health (so not my decision, can't you tell?) where the topic about burial preparations got directed towards sexual health. .

While I liked how the teacher asked us to consider between sexual thirst and life's aspirations, I disliked how it was very one-sided. I guess it's expected; I mean it is religious class after all. I'm just so sick of the whole don't have casual sex discussion. I mean it's ultimately your call. You have the power to decide if you want to proceed or not. Just make sure you're responsible for the outcomes, if any. Who are you to impose your views on others? Wait...scratch that...Unless you're Bush, who are you to restrict one's rights? (If you think I'm in support of him, what are you? Nuts? America will one day wake up and realise that it's no longer the world's big super power but rather reduced to a decaying third world country)

Where was I? Yeah...the only reason why I'm blogging today is because I wish to spread some news of hope.

Ceasefire between Hizbollah and Israel to start as of 14 August 2006, 0500 hrs Greenwich Mean Time (S'pore 1pm). Thank heavens. One month of skirmishes and bombings and what have you; and all for the release of two kidnapped Israeli soldiers.

I pray that it lasts. I don't want half of the paper to consist of war-related issues. (Trashy tabloids on the other hand is different matter all together...)

Thus, good night. The Panadol Extra is taking its toll on me. And I shall blog soon, in a week's time hopefully...(who am I kidding?! Blogging is an integral part of my life now)

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