



Ciao people!
Haven't been updating lately, because assignments were messing with my blogging time. And as I'm typing now I still have lots of work to do! No pictures for updating, just go facebook :P.
Design is squeezing my mind like a lemon now, I doubt I still have a drop of creative juice in me. Any idea how to get more flowing?
It's as if assignments weren't the worst obstacles I need to overcome yet(of course not, but you get what I mean). God has more tests for me (Oh Lord is this final exam?). At the midst of all these there were also some unnecessary little troubles coming up. "Peskies" as I call them, tiny but lethal in the long run. First of all I spilled some water on my keyboard, definitely not the one I'm currently typing on now. Then something scary messed up with my mind. And what made it scary was that it came out of nowhere, and nothing becomes something that's nothing at all. Of course I laughed it of and declared it amusing. But as you all know the human web of thinking is kinda complicated, until the point that you can't even figure up what you are thinking (how ironic?). So nothing becomes something (sigh). But why can't this things (or people) leave me alone? I'm tired. And I don't know how to react anymore. How sour...
Anyway, thankfully my slow and calm self kinda shut things down. But there's a bad side to it, sometimes I do procrastinate on things, and I can't bring myself to finish things up quickly when I know they're not gonna be good (let's not talk about perfect) if they were to be done quickly.
But then again, nothing is perfect because no one is perfect. Life is imperfect, assignments can't be perfect, I can't be perfect, you can't be perfect too.
One more thing, last design class felt like highschool bootcamp, but we're not high school kids anymore. Classmates please be serious, because I don't wanna hear that kind of lecturing voice anymore.
Did I make myself clear? (Oh no you didn't just say that to us)
Ah, how I wish there're only me and my assignments for now.
SCARY THINGS AND SCARY PEOPLE PLEASE STAY AWAY FOR NOW
...but proceed if you're not scary...
Ciao!!!
I know it sounds so wrong to pronounce IKEA as IKAY(Eye-Kay), but that's what my lecturer taught me! And isn't it fun to pronounce the names of stores wrongly? (Carrefour anyone???)
Yesterday was the registration day for FABE students. So there I was taking the bus to school and realised that I should've gone earlier. I can't believe that after going through that painful process 3 times I didn't even drag my own self out of bed 6.00 am in the morning and be the first to enter the college. The Hall of Fame(ahem, Shame) was full of students and most importantly, the counter I was supposed to line up was hidden at the corner, with a serpentine line of students ending nowhere. I was squinting my eyes trying to figure out where should I line up as the line intertwines with another counter's.
How unsystematic! The lecturers could've done something knowing the way Malaysians lineup.
Nevertheless, the line was the least of the problem. The student registering(Chris), was at the counter for what felt like an hour before the poor fellow behind him could scream "finally!" Apparently our new year leader was new in using the crazy program for registering.
Did I mention that I was sitting on the row of seats with the label "For Parents Only" beside the line?
And it was during that time that I resorted to my last years' plan: register when the semester starts! (How smart ;D)
The problem is that there probably are a lot more 'smart' students like me too.
After checking out the timetable and waiting for Rozan to finish his stuff, we went to IKEA!!!
I needed a chair and some other stuff, so Farhan, Iwas, Saras, Rozan and Me headed to IKEA in Iwas' car.
Stuff that I bought--->
This is the first time I feel the pressure since the start of my semester, not the big deal I've been through, but big enough to feel the existence of something pressing my chest, and something trying to gush up my mind and fill it with some evil substance of adamant nature...(omg what am I talking about? Sorry but I'm an exaggerating kind of person)...