Monday, 28 February 2011

Well I'm done with Business Finance for now! Whatever may be may be, no point crying over spilled milk now...



Unless you are the milk.   ;)



I won't say I was depressed the whole time when I was having BF, the teacher was funny, though he teaches terribly, but throughout the whole school term, it is like a little parasite gnawing away at you, draining you of your energies until the day it gets passed out of your systems. Maybe now I don't give too short sentences over MSN, and generally try to be more... alive. Hmm.

You know, coming into poly, it reminds me of my early Sec 3 days, where I'm facing new people again. And suddenly, part of the person that I was am just... disappeared from me, as if it got left behind in the past. I had to remember what makes me tick, what makes me a once funny person, and just be myself all over again. Not that the half new self then wasn't me. Still me, but just missing bits and pieces I guess. Eventually I got them back, though not entirely (I suppose the new and old had to make compromises, or I just wasn't doing the merging properly) and my days weren't so bad.

It's been a year and here I am still mainly an observer to all things past, present and future in Ngee Ann. Trying to remember my past selves is harder, maybe the long breaks, maybe I'm losing touch. Well. Damage's still done, and I know them, if only that little. Just got to see how I try remembering me...


Dead Space 2 scary? Nonsense. Poor execution of scariness, it's like Resident Evil...4 perhaps (I never played them I don't know). Necromorphs get thrown at you left right centre, you practically know which corridors will most probably have things in them and which doesn't. Of course, big open places probably means nothing good is going to happen...

And is everyone in Dead Space 2 setting armed? I was joking with Adrian the other day when we were playing the game over skype (He's done with it now that boyy Junboon Leon faster!) about how ridiculous it is that personnels/citizens have to shoot the sign above some broken airlocks in order to close the bulkhead. It's like:" OH GOD I BROKE THE GLASS SOMEONE GIVE ME A WEAPON AHHHHHH-"


Mum sure asked an unexpected question one recent Sunday, asking me if I want to switch course and go for... maybe Film and Media Studies. As much as I love film, the main thing that makes me don't want to go is well, me. can you imagine me with the free spirited kids over there? It'd be like... the block of cold ice cooling the intensive heat around.
Once this exam's over I only have... 5 days before I depart for China. First time travelling way beyond Penang and by myself. Sort of. For a month. Let's just hope this goes well. Getting the boring and shitty vibe whenever I think about how I'm going there soon.
Just me I guess.