my room.
mmm.. i seem to find myself now (probably before, too) a very keep-to-my-room person. not that i dont like human interaction, things just seem somehow more comfortable on my bed - which is where i spend most of my time. so i read. a alot - and this includes fanfiction. i play computer games - mostly old games, in the realms of freeware. i fool around with the computer - when the mood strikes. i write or blog - again, when im in the mood. i daydream.
meaning, of course, i dont go out so often. well, yeah i know its a bit more complicated now i need to coddle my left ankle somewhat, but even before, i didnt really go out often, either. maybe to the club (sarawak club) where i holed up in the library, and to the triangle sometimes, or to *gasp* myf - at church, and school *double gasp* … but i am .. and i say this with a certain resignation, more of a stay-at-home fella. not counting all my previous - and present, but mostly previous - after school activities like band, badminton, tuition, occasional debate session, etc.
why? im not really sure. i guess cuz my room is.. my room - my space .. the only place where i can just be. where it doesn’t really matter that im homesick or lonely - which i am more seldom now that i can access msn from here. where the piles of homework lying in wait for me will eventually get done. where procastination - is a matter of fact - until i panic and finish things off. where i can get some privacy possible even more than my own good (even tho now its a 6 bedder, im in the last bed - meaning that im the furtest in and noone but me comes here most of the time and i get a bit of warning if anyone pops in)
i am not really an antisocial people. i have made friends, and good ones at that. even tho most (maybe all?) of them as just about as weird/eccentric/slightly abnormal/normal - however u want to see it - as i am. but thats okay. i know that they will support me, if they can, as i will for them.
but i guess i dont really go out of my way to socialise, either. here in sg, i go out quite rarely - mostly only after ive been "invited" to join a group and maybe not even then. i eat my meals quickly, no i dont bolt it down, but i dont linger either, and leave the dining hall. i dont often loiter in the study room or kitchen or common areas - i retreat to my room.
my room = my refuge. and im thankful i have one. =D
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on a different note, a ethical question which have occured to me. When does the end justify the means? can they?
consider this (purely hypothetical) scenario - and its not an original one at that.
Two high speed trains are heading to each other on a collision course. Both of their brakes have malfuctioned and there is no way to avoid a crash. However, there is a bomb on one of the trains - which will incinerate it completely, leaving the other one safe. You have the detonater of that bomb, what do you do? do you blow one train up or leave both to their fates?
i really, still have no idea which would be the "best" solution.
any takers?
January 3rd, 2007 at 9:31 pm
Hmm. how come ur in such a bad position? meaning, how did u get the detonator in the first place?
hmm, professionally, i’d blow up 1 of the train cus they the other would DEFINITELY be saved.
But
Personally, i think i would leave it alone, or pass the detonator to some one else. Because im selfish and dont wanna burden myself emotionally after the event.
sigh. u should ask chee, or mich, or the old man. ahahhaha. (i have 2 oldies in mind)
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but ud be burdened anyway what.. u let all those poor people die when u couldhave done something about it. typical lose-lose situation.
on the other hand.. blood wont be “directly” on ur hands, so that might be easier after all..
mm.. i got the detonator cuz the terrorist threw it at me? then laughing hysterically before going off to die. i dunno.
theres 2 old men? i can only think of one…. unless ur thinking of CY which i dont think so.
January 13th, 2007 at 10:06 am
Michelle would panic and the train would suddenly decide to rock violently and probably in a fit of her usual klutz-iness she would drop the denotator which then would roll out of the train, cascade gracefully into the canyon that the train just HAPPENED to be going across, meaning that there is no way to retreive it. Then by an absolute coincidence the detonator would knock against the side of the canyon while descending and cause the bomb to be set off. But then because of the violently rocking train the bomb was somehow difussed by strategic and purely coincidential knocks. So everyone is happy and Michelle whould probably have passed out from severe hyperventilation early on when she dropped the detonator. =) (I could go on and on but I thought it should end)
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mich is not hysterical at all? weird… =P
January 31st, 2007 at 3:14 am
abt the trains..i jst go look for james bond.he nvr dies and always, repeat, ALWAYS solves the problem.haha.