The night rantings

Long long time ago, there was once a man who wanted to become a famous swordsman in China. Coming from a small clan, he was trained hard by his family and is competent. However, understanding that for him to be truly famous and successful, he needs to be certified as a master swordsman. Prior to leaving his hometown, an act of chivalry has meant that he was in the news and moving places. Putting his sights on the future, he left everything to pursue his master swordsman certification.

In the camp for training master swordsman, the man recognise that he can spar with the best. His family wants him to take over the leadership of the clan back home but the swordsman wants to make his own mark in the world. But the most difficult thing that the man come to face was that big clans in the world are reluctant to take him in because his has no experience with any of the bigger clans...... (to be continued)

One month from my last posting. All I can say is I am feeling like shit. Why? Even when a victory against bureaucracy and idiotism was spectacularly won? Why when I am half way through my third term, making me 5/8 done with the course. I think its the lack of appreciation both myself and others of me. Strange isn't it me not appreciating myself?!! I am befuddled too but it is the way I feel. When I look back at my intial posts I am feeling vibrant and young and I was on top of the world. Now I am feeling old, weary andfeeling daunted by the little mountains I have to scale. I am having my goddam quarter life crisis! If mid life crisis can be solved by a flashy car, power-job in a corner office, and adolescent models. Gimme two of each for I have the weariness of a 50 year old but the lust(in all sense) of a youth. Time to shift gears but the gearbox is stuck. Don't mind me go read some other MBA blogs. OH yeah, if you want to know more about MBS, we trounced AGSM in rankings and at debate and we are organising a derby day of games to keep on trouncing them. Maybe trouncing rival school people will cheer me up. Then again, maybe not. Waiting for the dripping tap to fill a glass is a heinous task. I miss my old job of screwing with other people's mind instead of my own. :(