For all the sleepless nights.

I never quite thought it through that there will be a day where we will be standing in formal wear, doing our last presentation in Polytechnic. The past three years, although very miserable because of projects and assignments, it had passed in a blink of an eye. I recalled struggling with Java Programming project in Year One. And now, I am programming furiously in Visual Basics.

I could do these sort of things. I could produce a program given the time. But I am so certain that what I could do is inversely proportionate to what I want to do, I SWEAR TO GOD, AND FOR THE LIFE OF ME, I WILL NEVER AGAIN LAUNCH MICROSOFT VISUAL STUDIO.

My lecturers was pretty discrete when they asked if I could come back again tomorrow to do a demo. That effectively turned my last presentation to my last SECOND presentation. Kind of like a bummer because you are already feeling a little nostalgic. I can’t say for sure, but the most probable reason could be because they want me to do a Distinction Presentation. Maybe. Maybe not.

So for the life of me, those sleepless nights typing boring computer language until 6 o’clock in the morning, I hope it gets paid off handsomely. If it is really Distinction Presentation tomorrow, I will most probably lose my shit again because there will be many lecturers. AND STUDENTS SO MUCH SMARTER THAN ME.

Seriously? Who am I?

Perhaps an idiot who blabbers with no censorship on POOPLER.com.

2010
02/09
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This is love. This is not treason.

OKAY SERIOUSLY. SERIOUSLY.

I do not know which degree to apply for.

Then I have my medical checkup at Central Manpower Base tomorrow.

Bummer. Bummer.

2010
02/07
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I’ll offset with apples.

I was told specifically not to consume any fried foodstuff and chili.

Guess what I ate today?

Tell me I deserve to die.

2010
02/04
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I’ll show you, only if you come with me.

I think most of my classmates are still in school right about now trying to tie up those loose ends of our projects. Guess where on this planet I am? Home.

I really would like to stay a little late so I could also make the ends meet, but I was totally drunk on Anarex the doctor prescribed. Speaking of this, the name sounds like a gay dinosaur to me – ya’know like Anal-rex. I couldn’t walk straight, I SWEAR I SAW THE FLOOR BURGEONING UP – the floor looks pregnant. Then some stranger had to wake me up because I knocked myself out on the bus.

Shit. BUS TERMINAL.

NUS Application is open, and I hope I could get an standing offer. Yes, you must think I am a shitasshole liar because I always say I have enough of school. But, dude, I figured I will wad off this horrible feeling of projects during the two years in military.

I have to starting crafting an essay so they would consider me under discretionary admission. I mean, after all, my GPA is only a tit-size above average. YES, YOU HEARD THAT RIGHT.

Essay is one thing I could handle easily… but choosing a course of study is hell for me. I am so afraid I would be offered with a course that I really hate after two semesters. I’ve been there. I chose the wrong diploma. If I am going to feel the same of a degree as that of this diploma, I would rather subject myself physical torture. Or be eaten up by a gay dinosaur.

BUT NOT A LION.

Go watch that video on Facebook, but I must warn! Viewer’s discretion is advised.

2010
02/03
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Excuse me, while I go and fall sick.

2010 has certainly brought a change for the worst.

I spent the first half of this January coughing my lungs and I fell sick again on the last day of January. I’ve seen more doctors than I ever had for 2009. I’ve now an arsenal of colorful antibiotics. The usual clinic-issued Amoxicillin is not helping so I was presribed yellow antibiotics. And for that matter, that yellow tablets took the life away from my previous computer, if not my own already. I went back to the GP today and he somehow gave those I-FUCKING-KNOW-WHAT-HAPPEN-YOU face.

He knows that I am not sleeping because I have to complete projects. He knows that I am eating once a day because I can’t waste any time during a 12 hour project meeting. He knows I am not drinking water. And he thinks I should go to hell.

My GP prescribed me some PINK COLOR antibiotics this time, along with that Anarax that he gives out as if it is Halloween candy. I really hate taking those kind of drugs. I wished someone with supernatural power would come and touch my forehead and make all these go away.

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NUS application opened yesterday. I have looked forward to try this but I am so frightened I would end up choosing a degree that I regret as much as my diploma. Any computer engineering degree is totally out of my radar. I am not sure if I would end up choosing a degree in new media.

I am so afraid to screw up, choosing a wrong damn study course again.

2010
02/02
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