砂漠のJeffire

Jeffirean Stories

Monday, January 08, 2007

No doubt the trains and buses are brimming with life again, mostly from uniform-looking trolls who seek to consume every book and paper they encounter. The school term starts today with a bang, yes, a dent in my confidence with the 12 o clock news stating that I failed in my bidding game for some subjects, leaving with only 4 mods instead of the envisioned 5.5. Despite so, I still have 2 years worth of e-dollars existing in the system and probably that should be adequate firepower to make this term another climb for me on the Mountain of GPA. 1.5hrs more to the start of the ascent...

Recent observations from the bathroom scale on my bed states an upward trend in a vector quantity known as "weight". It has been discovered that this quantity stands uncorrelated with other measurements such as "wealth" and "health" and that, somehow it seems to be inversely proportionate to these measurements up to a certain point. To counter the unfavourable trend, several measures have been drawn up:

a. Individual exercise sessions - more of such sessions namely yoga, swimming and running sessions have been drawn up in my personal timetable.
b. group exercise sessions - one or two days were designated group exercise sessions days encompassing activities such as badminton, cycling and possibly other recreational activities.

Hopefully these countermeasures serve their purpose which has been ensloganed into

"4000g is the key to happiness in January".

Perhaps it seems slightly overboard, but setting lofty aims is a great manner to push oneself. If you acheived the aim, you would be really happy, but if you didn't but tried hard enough, some degree of achievement would be good consolation as well.

Unfortunately the day started with an overdose of medication we term as "sleep" and with the influx of viruses such as "work", "readings" and probably others unidentified as of yet, the subject, aka, yours truly (hey, please don't take it literally for I still own myself), is most probably sick with a symptom call "guilt", "regret" and "helplessness". What sort of medicine would be useful in this case?

Perhaps "encouragement", "criticism" would be some good medication, though it remains to be seen.

Well, maybe you may find the style of writing slightly different from before, this is because of a major influence by a lunch inclusive of "Harvard Business Reviews" and "KMPG Audit Report for NKF". Certainly, yours truly has been badly affected by such a lousy lunch.

I hate readings!

Bah
Jeffire

PS: For comforts, yours truly had a Ferrero Rocher and some shopping on Yahoo Auctions for a pair of binoculars... lol! =p

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1:29 PM