If I were given another chance, I would choose the path which could lead me to my dream.
So that I would not feel what I feel now, every time when I put on the lab coat.
When desire appeared to be more appealing than dream, I chose to give up on my lifetime dream, a dream which seemed unattainable and impractical, and here I am, studying together with all of you. It's akin to when you get what you WANT but not what you NEED.
When I came here, I met you all. Most of you, are seriously hanker after your "architect-to-become" dream BUT always, I live in regret for giving up my own dream. How much I wished I had the enthusiasm which is burning in you, saying out loud that "I WANT TO FLY!" or "HERE I COME KANGAROO!". Not to mention my lousy English level which further quenches my little sprouts of hope which bud in my mind in a "fluctuating trend".
"Yesterday is a history; tomorrow is a mystery; and TODAY IS A GIFT. THAT'S WHY IT'S CALLED "PRESENT"." quoted from the Turtle in Kung Fu Panda.
Till then.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
Eleven
There's a pent-up frustration. Nothing's fine.
Blogging has become an onerous task for me. It's like the often I post something in this blog, the more dangerous I will be. Letting the public [I mean, everybody] to read my blog makes me feel naked. People know what I'm thinking and how do I feel. They know it through the tones which have been reflected by my words. This paragraph itself, for instance, has revealed a part of my thoughts.
No matter what, an order is still an order.
It's Prom Night. Although KCV is the only one who is going for the PROM, our [me, dai ga jie, hooi ying & kcv's] room has turned into a mess as if there has been a war, The Third World War. For your info, Hooi Ying is a dab hand at making 'marvelous' hairstyle while makeup has been Shun Ling's forte. Besides kcv, even Poh Hui [who probably could afford the professional hairstyle-making and makeup which costs rm100+] came to our room to get the FREE services! See, this shows that the consumers believe in us!There are DEMANDS!!! In fact, our skills and services are up to par! Other than the two professional stylists, we hire two assistants who are indisputably sweet and friendly!!! Both of them are indeed GOOD helpers as in passing pins to the hairstylist, providing mirrors plus contributing ideas and comments! Most importantly, it is FREE AND QUALITY-ASSURED!
Furthermore, there are extra services available. For example, transportation [private cars with DRIVER inserted] which could fetch you from where you are to your destination. Here, you can choose between Proton Kancil and Produa Kelisa. By the way, it's also up to you if you were more interested in selecting the types of driver:
A) The one with mature look but inept driving skill [Shun Ling the stylist]
B) The one looks/sounds underaged yet with 'considered-to-be-steady' driving skill [Ainin the helper]
Also, clothes/accessories/whatsoever that you needed are free to be lended with NO INTEREST RATES NOR HIDDEN CHARGES!!! Last but not least, you can enjoy a 'keep-fit' treatment [If you happen to be fresher than me] by running up and down the staircases as our beauty center is located on the second floor!!! Here we are: Room 1, 69, BU6/2! So, what are you waiting for?! Feel free to pay us a visit as we can turn the ordinary into the gorgeous one!!! [or whatever style you wish to be]
End of promoting.
End of today's self-revealing.
Blogging has become an onerous task for me. It's like the often I post something in this blog, the more dangerous I will be. Letting the public [I mean, everybody] to read my blog makes me feel naked. People know what I'm thinking and how do I feel. They know it through the tones which have been reflected by my words. This paragraph itself, for instance, has revealed a part of my thoughts.
No matter what, an order is still an order.
It's Prom Night. Although KCV is the only one who is going for the PROM, our [me, dai ga jie, hooi ying & kcv's] room has turned into a mess as if there has been a war, The Third World War. For your info, Hooi Ying is a dab hand at making 'marvelous' hairstyle while makeup has been Shun Ling's forte. Besides kcv, even Poh Hui [who probably could afford the professional hairstyle-making and makeup which costs rm100+] came to our room to get the FREE services! See, this shows that the consumers believe in us!There are DEMANDS!!! In fact, our skills and services are up to par! Other than the two professional stylists, we hire two assistants who are indisputably sweet and friendly!!! Both of them are indeed GOOD helpers as in passing pins to the hairstylist, providing mirrors plus contributing ideas and comments! Most importantly, it is FREE AND QUALITY-ASSURED!
Furthermore, there are extra services available. For example, transportation [private cars with DRIVER inserted] which could fetch you from where you are to your destination. Here, you can choose between Proton Kancil and Produa Kelisa. By the way, it's also up to you if you were more interested in selecting the types of driver:
A) The one with mature look but inept driving skill [Shun Ling the stylist]
B) The one looks/sounds underaged yet with 'considered-to-be-steady' driving skill [Ainin the helper]
Also, clothes/accessories/whatsoever that you needed are free to be lended with NO INTEREST RATES NOR HIDDEN CHARGES!!! Last but not least, you can enjoy a 'keep-fit' treatment [If you happen to be fresher than me] by running up and down the staircases as our beauty center is located on the second floor!!! Here we are: Room 1, 69, BU6/2! So, what are you waiting for?! Feel free to pay us a visit as we can turn the ordinary into the gorgeous one!!! [or whatever style you wish to be]
End of promoting.
End of today's self-revealing.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Ten
It had been a bad week. Why was it? It was because...:
Firstly, we did not see Mr Derick this week. BUT, we were haunted by his ASSIGNMENT, "7x24"ly.
As when we thought that we could finally take a break after the straight (more than) three-sleepless-nights, we were TOLD by the third person that we have to do a presentation for the documentary. The news was like an unanticipated inflation which popped out from nowhere and it has definitely increased the rate of pressure growth in the market, particularly for the ausmat architecture students. I was attacked by myocardial when the word 'presentation' came into mind via my ears. That was 10 times worse than seeing a cockroach in the bathroom!
Next, we got back our results for the very first topic test. My results were 'not-so-good' as if I didn't put any effort in it. Again, it reminded me of the lyrics of Coldplay's old song "Fix You". It goes like this: When you tried your best but you don't succeed, could it be worse?
Lastly, I saw my friends cried this week yet there was nothing I could to for them. Nothing could dispel her sorrow, neither could the passing of time erase the pain in her. Hoping that she could move on with her life...
As a whole, nothing seemed to be fine.
Firstly, we did not see Mr Derick this week. BUT, we were haunted by his ASSIGNMENT, "7x24"ly.
As when we thought that we could finally take a break after the straight (more than) three-sleepless-nights, we were TOLD by the third person that we have to do a presentation for the documentary. The news was like an unanticipated inflation which popped out from nowhere and it has definitely increased the rate of pressure growth in the market, particularly for the ausmat architecture students. I was attacked by myocardial when the word 'presentation' came into mind via my ears. That was 10 times worse than seeing a cockroach in the bathroom!
Next, we got back our results for the very first topic test. My results were 'not-so-good' as if I didn't put any effort in it. Again, it reminded me of the lyrics of Coldplay's old song "Fix You". It goes like this: When you tried your best but you don't succeed, could it be worse?
Lastly, I saw my friends cried this week yet there was nothing I could to for them. Nothing could dispel her sorrow, neither could the passing of time erase the pain in her. Hoping that she could move on with her life...
As a whole, nothing seemed to be fine.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Nine
I'm going to hug my teddy bear so tight that it cries. I'm gonna spend my weekends with my friends back home, go shopping on J-card Members' Day and catch up with the latest movies on show. This would be a respite after two weeks of feverish schooldays. I had even planned out the schedule to 'fuel' myself with entertainment and freedom!
Yet, I stayed in BU. Yesterday was the first night which I slept alone at student house. Two of my roommates had gone back to their hometown while the only left did not come back that night. Here I was, as one of the hapless victims, being bonded with the documentary thingy. I stayed to complete our documentary which is going to due on next Tuesday. You'll see how much I have sacrificed for it...
So, I was alone and I have never really been alone. I do feel lonely occasionally but not ALONE. I spent the whole night chatting online with my friends using the connection speed which was palpably slower than the crawling speed of a snail. I was then fed up and off I went trying to complete the backlog of homework. My stomach started crying when the clock showed 11pm so I decided that I should get something to eat but before that I had to wash my hands. Here came the climax: There was a COCKROACH in the bathroom and I was ALONE in the room! Gosh...I can't just close the door as THAT THING might slip into the room through the door slit! I can't let IT come into the room because I'LL BE SLEEPING HERE TONIGHT!!! You would never understand how much I wished my daddy was here at this very moment. So, I nerved myself, grabbed a copy of newspaper, squatted down and got the cockroach locked into my eyes, estimated the angle and that's it! "Piak Piak Piak! Piak Piak Piak! PIAK!!!" I beat it with the superbly thick copy of newspaper as hardly as I could and it then flushed it down the toilet hole.
After that, I lost my appetite as the whole process had quenched my thirst for food. That night, I met my long lost friend who named Afraid-Of-Ghost. His sudden reapperance surprised me yet I did not welcome him either, particularly when I was in an empty room all alone. Both the window and the mirror in the room were the present he brought to me during the visit. Sigh...
This was the first time I KILLED A COCKROACH. My hands couldn't stop trembling after that just as if I were to talk in front of the class. Maybe I should get a gun so that I can shoot such loathsome creatures next time if I met them again without my daddy by my side. Anyway, I wish I would never have to do this again.
Yet, I stayed in BU. Yesterday was the first night which I slept alone at student house. Two of my roommates had gone back to their hometown while the only left did not come back that night. Here I was, as one of the hapless victims, being bonded with the documentary thingy. I stayed to complete our documentary which is going to due on next Tuesday. You'll see how much I have sacrificed for it...
So, I was alone and I have never really been alone. I do feel lonely occasionally but not ALONE. I spent the whole night chatting online with my friends using the connection speed which was palpably slower than the crawling speed of a snail. I was then fed up and off I went trying to complete the backlog of homework. My stomach started crying when the clock showed 11pm so I decided that I should get something to eat but before that I had to wash my hands. Here came the climax: There was a COCKROACH in the bathroom and I was ALONE in the room! Gosh...I can't just close the door as THAT THING might slip into the room through the door slit! I can't let IT come into the room because I'LL BE SLEEPING HERE TONIGHT!!! You would never understand how much I wished my daddy was here at this very moment. So, I nerved myself, grabbed a copy of newspaper, squatted down and got the cockroach locked into my eyes, estimated the angle and that's it! "Piak Piak Piak! Piak Piak Piak! PIAK!!!" I beat it with the superbly thick copy of newspaper as hardly as I could and it then flushed it down the toilet hole.
After that, I lost my appetite as the whole process had quenched my thirst for food. That night, I met my long lost friend who named Afraid-Of-Ghost. His sudden reapperance surprised me yet I did not welcome him either, particularly when I was in an empty room all alone. Both the window and the mirror in the room were the present he brought to me during the visit. Sigh...
This was the first time I KILLED A COCKROACH. My hands couldn't stop trembling after that just as if I were to talk in front of the class. Maybe I should get a gun so that I can shoot such loathsome creatures next time if I met them again without my daddy by my side. Anyway, I wish I would never have to do this again.
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