reflections of a quack

i gets boring when u know u have to slough through paper after paper after paper. as though it's not enough u're killing them! maybe it's their way of getting back at you. if my recollections are true, the day when the bush fires happened over at Tampines and Punggol, i was having a hell of a time cursing the chlorine free virgin white notes that i was reading, when suddenly the next i heard in the news were pple having smog-induced asthma and overcrowding the local polyclinic by the numbers. call it coincidence. maybe my psychic somehow got into the natural cycle of events in tandem that culminates into a spark that ignited the conflagration. Disclaimer: If any Spore govnt agent is reading this, I wasn't there when it happened! Ask the peeps in Med Library. Weird science. However weird that may sound, i still somehow silly-ly think that hey "imagine the possibility" that that happened. So my next task, read up. About what happened actually. so there i go on a archive adventure in the straits times and berita harian, getting updates on Yahoo! as to the possible cause of the bush fires. many were cited and all sounded logical right up to the minute details about how they tried to curb the spread to the flames, and to the preventive measures that they plan to institute. resoundingly crazy as it might crazily or berserkily register to my mind, subconciously though i try not to give up on that thought, it still happens sometimes. Now it's not the ignition that mattered, it's the aftermath. To learn about the what-happenings-after-the-happening digs more into experiential predicament, that the plight of pple who were not so lucky stands at times on the interface between what can be controlled and that one might sense as epistemiologically divine intangible destiny. so this might come late as i reflect on the aftermath of the recent aftermath of the tsunamis that occured nearby. see, i'm a "lucky one"-of course, despite having to mug for exams. evidently, the fate of the residents of coastal populations are dependable on natural forces for their survivability, however paying attention more to the events that happened post-tsunamically, it's disheartening to neutrally observe that despite being capable of controlling controllable factors, somehow human capability displayed or transformed itself into proliferative perpetuating disaster. what can be said about singapore cannot be applied elsewhere, however idealistic our leaders are and however unequivocal the rest of the world is in reaching such objectives. pessimist. no. discriminating. nope. derogratory. not at all. see i belief in potentials, and potentials cannot emanate from within if other undesirable inherents within and without do not accommodate to that potential, which is so the case (i won't mention any names). still for the greater good and for diplomacy, we must 'strive'. so being 'obsessively' worried about the cause and the aftermath and all that crap, i decided to give the area a visit, since it's a plot of open land which i don't think has the "No-trespassing.State Land" sign coupled with the fact that i stay nearby. what i saw was a a plot of black-ridden piece of earth. no emotion despite whatever satirical analogies exudes from me. suffering to me is not doing something to prevent something preventable. if it happens, it happens nothing to be sorry about that, with caveats of course ;p
what a distorted sense of mercy is that? u might think. i think. whatever.still where i'm typing here, i'm getting a sense that somehow if i don't start getting back to my mugging soon, i might just "suffer". time always get around you making u dazed, fazed and forever tempting you to waste it. now, what the hell am i talking about? lemme go figure? please?

The difference between doctors and dead ducks is that we doctors "quack". Ha-ha. So freakin' lame. quack!