I thought it was impossible, so I went to play.
Green Day – 21st Century Breakdown – 21 Guns (2009) (iTunes)
My supervisor met me yesterday for a quick progress check and all I know is that I may have a presentation today. Time? To be affirmed. He proceeded to reveal some tasks I thought was impossible.
So I went to catch two consecutive movies with the schoolmates until Tong Liang’s Blackberry went diving into the waters at Istana Park and I reached home after midnight. The movies; Ice Age 3 and Hunting in Connecticut weren’t impressive. Get them off the net.
I have so much things to do and I just can’t wait for this final year shit to be over and done with.
Spend, then earn.
I caught Transformers yesterday with friends who went to Suzhou with me. The film was awesome and I love it because the riot of action, sprinkle of comedy and feelings were prefect ingredients to keep me on the edge of my seat. That film was easily a 4 if not 5 on a five-point scale.
I would like the Bumblebee Sam Witwicky owns, except that mine should come in red.
We had dinner thereafter and then Amanda suggested an impromptu visit to a nearby prawn farm. We originally planned for three hours of fishing but Fion, Amanda, Serene, Samuel, Chris and I continued for the next 4 hours to 6am. We caught quite a substantial amount of prawns and the large prawns were simply humangous.
I slept until the late afternoon today.
I am supposed to be meeting Adeline and Dhai for teh tonight (yea!). I am going to avoid any proper meals there because THE CHILI IS UNBELIEVABLE. The last time I remembered, Natasha puke all her food because it was unbearable.
My order: Satu prata cum!
Aside, I was contacted by another person this time and I was asked to name a price for my design. The Ritz-Carlton business cards that I had designed for my classmate Jamie few school semesters ago. It was pretty serious this time.
Anyway, I’ve heard nothing from the music company which is supposed to select a logo for the German rock band Melloy. It seems that my concept wasn’t up to the mark and it is such a disappointment. They finally settled on this concept.
The Project?
I haven’t been updating extensivly on the previous trip and I think I have lost the motivation to do. I hadn’t had the time to write because I played too hard during June and that July would be a hectic month working on my Final Year Project. It is the first week back in school and I thank God I had the motivation to push myself forward so I had something for a presentation next week.
And. And, I have been eating truckloads.
Looks like a couple of friends are in for the Military today.
My turn next.
Keeping in a bottle.
I am losing touch with reading and writing. I couldn’t remember the last time I did some serious reading or for the matter, writing. I reserved the Sunday for myself because I thought I would muster enough determination to work on my project, but instead, wasting it away doing nothing.
For the past one month, I was on an overseas trip with classmates and it was so awesome it topped my list of unforgettable moments. It was epic. Every day was a delight, every night was a comfort. Only when I my plane finally landed and I am back home, the purpose was suddenly redefined. Something which caught me off the feet and I couldn’t respond sensibly.
Masked behind an educational trip, I considered this endeavor a testament to my independence. While I was away, I was barely home-sick. Apart from wondering if The Family was in good health, nothing else came between me and all the enjoyment I expected from friends. I do not know how to approach this issue of whether or not it is healthy that a person my age barely requires emotional support from his family. All that I needed for the month-long trip was basically financial support for the airfare and necessities deemed necessary by the school.
I thought of the void of emotional attachment a positive signal since I am very keen on pursuing a degree somewhere else. I would have to be responsible for myself. I refuse to elaborately consider the negative because I remain optimistic. People would say something along the line of: every time you breathe, you have to remember that you do not earn your life, it is your parents or your family who have given you the chance to do so.
Absolutely.
Sometimes when salaries fall short of expectations or needs, when bills and loans become due, they worked a third shift to see me through. For that, I remember and will be eternally indebted.
I credit today’s incomplete and amateur conclusions to the constant disappointments, the little flames of hope that were extinguished, those high expectations that plummeted down like an unwanted apple core discarded from a building, the trust and loyalty that became an assumption through accumulated lies, the love and hate indistinguishable, those faces unreadable and future unpredictable, and the believe in me that never held.
