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7.09.2004
the worrying thing about last nite when i wrote all those stuffs was that i was afraid i didn't have a battle to go to. hur. i make reference to my final year project. yes i've been stuck at poly for god knows how long and after much misunderstanding and misinformation between my new supervisor, i managed to pacify him and convince him that i should be given a chance to take my fyp THIS semester. cos i'm getting old. army awaits. i dun wanna waste my life doing nothing. i wanna get my diploma, get over and done with army and fucking move on in life. actually i just wanna play mahjong forever but thats not the point.
went back to sch today to see my supervisor and wow ... its been so long since i last went back there. 4 months. no one stared at me no one gave me queer looks (except for maybe a bunch of ACS fuckers on the bus which i seriously wanted to pummel but then again a 22yr old pummeling some kids? nah. not good for image. n they didn't even look at me they just talked very loud n in a very 'pls pummel me' way). all was fine. after thanking my supervisor i made my way to the library to find out how to write something which had been overdue two weeks ago. n is due again tml. TOR. terms of reference. basically something that i have to state before i embark on the project. the document will consist of project scope and requirements, constraints, introduction, background research blah blah i can't remember what else ... for the first time i sat in the corner of the reference section taking down notes like any other ordinary student. except that i wasn't ordinary. in 4 yrs this was my FIRST FUCKING TIME. i had no choice. i had to overcome this.
so after waking up from a nap when i came home and asking my mum to move back my laser printer ... i'm stuck here writing this ... feeling sleepy again ... plan of action was to finish the paper, bring the printer up from the car, go to sleep, wake up print the shits out, burn cae and prasad their pirated software, go to sch, hand up the documents, email my supervisor another softcopy, go to prasad's house, wake him up and meet cae at greatworld, go to their new place at newton, drop off their stuffs, then go over melvin's place for mahjong ahahaha. for ur information everything ENDS with mahjong. but my lazy mind conjures another plan ..
go to sleep. wake up and finish the paper. email my supervisor. go back to sleep. wake up go mahjong.
sounds much simpler eh. =)
"nononono the term is DOMESTICATED. however u try to deny it u can't, it just OCCURS to every man attached."
injektilo 2:56 AM - [Link]
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7.08.2004
everytime i sit down and look at this page ... i immd get turned off. theres so much i want to write. so much i want to say n voice. till it turns me off. yes in a sense u could say i'm lazy and i've been lazy for the past 3 months laying this blog to a waste but guess after so long too much have built up in me and tada ... i'm back here again.
in 6 hours time i'm gonna meet my final hurdle. for me its gonna be a turning point in life. its either i make it or i get turned ard. n fail miserable. i shall elaborate on this tml after i get through it but if u had been hearing me ranting about it in person these few days u should know what i'm getting at. its my last battle. from here to freedom. or nothing.
well these 3 months have been a dream. passed quickly .. consumed and much appreciated fun in a can. thought i lost fun once i started to outgrow the ginas at gbr. then again have they really grown up. or will they. but who cares. for i care no more and i'm not there. maybe its a filter or sorts .. i think those really important to u stay in ur life cos u bothered to make an effort.
to melvin (n his mama heh) abc christine kelvin mark sera prasad cae fagzz wilin shawn garen fernny penny (oh dear god why is she getting married). i thank u for one of the best times of my life after so long. might have to disappear a while now. everything has an end. n finally to mahjong ... the one thing that brought all of us together again. bonded us and knitted us closely.
to my mum my sis my dad i love u all even though i dun have the guts to open my mouth and say it.
my final battle. and it begins in 6 hours.
'"STOP GUARDING ME!!!", screamed everyone who unfortunately ended sitting on my right'
injektilo 3:16 AM - [Link]
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