What is the path of the righteous man?

I've been having this pented-up angst building in me over the past 2 weeks. For as far back as the functionality of my memory serves me, i've never mugged so fucking hard before. It's not the sleep deprivation, nor the fucked up body clock that i've clocked up.

It is the sad realisation that the 4 week mugga-thon is just the beginning of a lifetime of repetitive monotony. Be it mugging or working. It's the same treadmill in a different form.

My life as i know thereafter, will be an perpetually compounding accrual of sunken costs until it is effectively beyond any autonomous choice.

Everything just seems to be an infinite uphill climb. It's like watching Mercer climb the hill on the TV screen of the empathy machine, but only to roll down all over again when he's about to reach the peak. This sporadic jaded pessimism it seems, is the true common demnominator among all of humankind, and it is perhaps no suprise that the relinquishment on any self-belief to autonomy, and submission before providence is the basis of virtually any religion. If you are wondering wtf mercer is and where that ang moh blogger got his nick from, it's from this book. At least i can feel some solidarity in the knowledge that someone else in this world is feeling as shitty as i do now...

All that crap we mug about Efficient Markets Hypotheses that statistically bombards any delusions we have about of beating the market. Life it seems, is the epitome of the efficient market. For we are all price-takers in this market, powerless in the determination of the path of our fluctuations.

There can be no information assymetry in the Efficient Market of Lives, for no one knows for sure what the fuck will happen, and perhaps i could find cold comfort in a -possibly false- assumption that everyone else my age is as ambivalent as i do about our futures. Perhaps more than the Famas or Modiglianis of our time, no one elucidates the EMH of life more eloquently than Forest Gump's mother herself. For 'life is like a box of chocolates, you'll never know what you're gonna get' .

Well, all that we can do, is to continue the mercer-esque struggle hoping that we can be the few lucky ones who are arbitrarily assigned by providence to beat the market.

The SAF provides us with many useful mantras in life. "Don't think, just do."
I say hell, yeah. And that is why i MUST continue mugging despite this obvious deliriity from sleep deprivation.

For because we can (remote possibility nonetheless), we must..

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Ok, so perhaps this isn't exactly the most appropriate thing to post on Holy Saturday..but really, watching desensitising violence is an awesome why to deal with pent up frustration. And watching, and re-watching, and re-re-watching Pulp Fiction, is a sure way to feel refreshed and movitated all again.

Did you know that when asked the obligatory question about my ambition on my 5th (or was it 6th) birthday, i told my parents and extended family that i wanted to be a mob chief when i grew up? Sigh..the frivolities of youth


Jules: Do you ever read the bible, Brett?

Brett: Ye..ss..

Jules: There's a passage i got memorised, seems appropriate for the occasion.
" The path of the righteous man, is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish, and the tryanny of evil man. Blessed is he, who out of charity and goodwill, shepards the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brothers' keeper and the finder of lost children.

And I will STRIKE DOWN UPON THEE, with GREAT VENGEANCE and FURIOUS ANGER ON THOSE WHO ATTEMPT to POISON and DESTROY MY BROTHERS. And you will know, that MY NAME IS THE LORD, WHEN I LAY MY VENGEANCE UPON THEE!'



Brett: I just want you to know how sorry we are about how fucked up things got between us and Mr. Wallace. When we entered into this thing, we only had the best intentions...

(Jules turns to guy on couch and shoots him)
Jules: Oh, i'm sorry, did i just break your concentration? Sorry, i din mean to do that. Please continue. I believe you were saying something about 'best intentions'.
(Brett is scared shitless)
Jules: Whatsamatter? Oh, you were through anyway. Oh Well, allow me to retort. What Marsellus Wallace looks like?


Jules and Vic - Ezekiel 25:17, Southpark style in some foreign language.


An ABSOLUTE gem, Ezekiel 25:17 in CANTONESE!

'Chink' Jules: 他象不象一个八婆阿?

'Chink' Brett: 么阿?

(Jules shoots Brett in the shoulders)

'Chink' Jules: 他象不象一个八婆阿?!!!

'Chink' Brett: 呜象

'Chink' Jules:那你点解'朴'他好象个八婆那呢?

'Chink' Brett:我毋阿...

'Chink' Jules:你有阿. 你有'朴'过他. Marcellus Wallace 呜钟意被人'朴', 除非是他的老婆.



Alright, so i guess it's back to mugging for me. Mid sems: 2 down, 3 to go..


Happy Easter Holidays to all of you.


Have you trodden on the path of the righteous man lately?