Yeah, I know. I miss you, too. It’s been quite a while since my last entry and I haven’t been able to update much, largely because I get too tired the past few nights that I immediately fall asleep the moment my head come within close proximity to my smelly purple pillow.

It’s been quite a crazy ride, but I’m happy to say that for the most part, the Carnival that my club organized was pretty much a success. The objectives were met [somewhat] and I suppose we all had fun doing it. The upcoming post-mortem meeting will no doubt be a most interesting one, judging from the bumps and dips we all rode through.

I’ve been walking and driving a lot more than I had expected and it happened quite rapidly and now my entire legs hurt and my ankles are especially sore. I would’ve been enjoying lots of nights of rest if not for a fucked up ridiculous event organised by the university. It is a seminar that required ALL clubs to participate, unless they want their budget frozen.

It wouldn’t be so much of a big deal if it wasn’t at 7.30 in the fucking AM this coming Saturday Sunday! Who the fuck goes to seminars on a fucking Sunday morning!? However, leaving that one aside, I breathe a small sigh of relief now that the event is over and I can have my life back. Right now, all I wanna do is get some shut-eye.

Will blog more when I recover.

I seriously shouldn’t be doing all this club president thing, it just doesn’t suit me. Taking on the responsibilities, going out of my way to do things, giving other people the benefit of the doubt, giving - and having - expectations. I know it sounds really vague, but until I can set my own brain straight, I don’t think I can disclose anything much right now. It’s been a rough week, and it doesn’t help that some people around me are either apathetic or just plain irresponsible incompetent pricks.

Some people have told me I’m a bit too optimistic for my own good, which is rather ironic since I think I’m more of a cynical and callous type. But then, the former might just be true. Somehow, deep inside, I honestly do believe that every human has some sort of worth that deserves to be proven. Some small quality that deserves to have some light shed upon. It’s probably because I believed in that that I decided to grab the rudder and steer.

Believing is about the only leadership quality I can truly be proud of. Believing in people, and making them believe that I do, indeed, believe in them. Experience has taught me that when someone puts their trust in you, and when you know that that person sincerely thinks highly of you, you’d do everything you can to fulfil that belief. It’s a strange thing, but it happens. It has happened, in fact. To me, at least.

Frankly speaking, I actually like setting people in motion. I like to spur moments of thought. I like to see them move and react to the things I say and the things I do. It’s like a strange kind of thrill, my own jabs of heroin, right into my brainstem. It is because of my addiction to this ‘drug’ that, ever since high school, I started to read books about influencing people.

How to talk to them.

How to walk with them.

How to work beside them.

How to persuade them

And ultimately, how to inspire them.

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Did I tell you how much I just love my 1600×1050 screen? And there’s nothing you can do about it >:D
[except someone who is planning to get a 32" boner :O]

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Small Talk:
“Perhaps men’s biggest need of all, is that we need to be needed.” - Kenny Sia

You nailed that one, bro.

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Today we’re going for another quick run through the rest of my favourites from the last few anime seasons. I think my wonderful grades owe their gratitude to some of the good shows that helped to relieve most of the stress accumulated throughout the day. Anime does these little wonders for you, actually. You should try it.

Saiunkoku Monogatari
The more enlightened among you would notice that this is another show that was carried beautifully again by Kuwashima Houko. Her magical talents aside, I have to give Saiunkoku Monogatari [lit. Tales of Saiunkoku] some well-deserved credits.

I’ve always been a fan of political drama. Twelve Kingdoms, Ghost in The Shell and Chevalier are some examples, and joining this league would be Saiunkoku. At first, I had much doubts about the show, seeing how the concept art appears to be very bishie and that the plot synopses I’ve found speaks of how a daughter of a noble is sent to be the Emperor’s Royal Escort i.e. his Imperial Highness wants to get laid.

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The falling raindrops made merry-sounding melodies as they crash upon the asphalt and fiberglass shade outside my local Starbucks outlet. My shoulders and back almost got drenched because it suddenly poured the moment I step out of my car, as though some Chinese deity decided to play a silly prank and waited for me before pouring down a giant bucketful of water from above the clouds.

Close to shivering, I pushed the glass door open and headed toward the counter. The only reason I would ever go to Starbucks these days was so that I’d be able to sit in a comfy sofa and enjoy a nice hot drink while I sink myself in a good book. In my hands on that grey, wet day was Dan Brown’s Digital Fortress, with a name card sticking out from the side - a lazy man’s bookmark.

As I approached the counter, I turned and looked out to see that the sudden drizzle had raged into a storm. I couldn’t help but notice that there were only a few people inside. A couple was having a quiet conversation over some cake and a lone man sat near a wall with his iBook open, probably working on something as I see a couple of documents on the chair next to his.

“Hi, good afternoon!” said a voice behind my head, snapping my face forward.

“Ah, hello.” I replied, surprised to be greeted by cute young lady. She wore a white turtleneck behind her black barista apron, which neatly framed her slender, average build. Turtlenecks have this weird effect on me; it always draws my eyesight towards the wearer’s neck,… which would usually make me scroll lower so I could appreciate another subject of beauty.

*cough*

The barista wore her long wavy hair in a ponytail tucked nicely behind a black Starbucks cap, perfectly accentuating her Chinese characteristics. Her warm smile completely made me forget that I had just escaped a crazy downpour outside.

“Can I get you anything, sir?” she asked, promptly bringing me back out of my 500-millisecond daze. Figuring that I should not be dallying, I checked the overhead menu for something hot to drink. I absent-mindedly placed the book on the counter, face-down, and the spine towards me.

“Uhh,…let me see. I’ll have a grande signature hot chocolate,… and that’s it.” I said, thinking that it would be the best thing to be had during a cold rainy day. “With cream, sir?” she asked, her smile stubbornly refusing to leave her lips. “No cream, thank you,” I replied, and found myself smiling in return. My order was registered with a beep in just a few keystrokes.

“One grande signature hot chocolate with no cream. Would you like anything else, sir? A piece of cake or pastry, perhaps?” she offered.

“No thanks.” I said, reaching down to my wallet.

And then, it happened.

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