oh man.its tuesday already.wad am i gonna expect for the next few days to come?its sickening.the thought of going back to school is great--to a certain extent,yes.but on the other hand, the start of school means the start of the last semester in school.which also means its time for a major project--the final year.oh man.i havent thought of what i really wanna do.its scary.read the email sent by benny and gerald today.we gotta come up with a design brief by the 2nd week of school.OMG.the 2nd week of school.i still intended to skip the 1st week of school.but now,looks like i cant.oh man.sucks man.the thought of ending 3 years in poly sucks.what the fark am i gonna do when i graduate?i dont even think i;m cut out to be a product designer tho my portfolio seems quite ok.and sales.to come and think about it, it aint my forte.i seem more withdrawn now.i dont like to go out and really desperately wanna meet people.i prefer to be a frog in a well.oh no.i really dunnoe wad got into me.a frog in a well.i am contented to be a frog in a well??no no no.a frog in a well sounds so shallow.i need to adjust to a new form of living.

i suppose i should serve national service or something so i can take my mind off wad the fark i;m gonna do after getting that piece of paper--the diploma cert.at least i have 2 yrs to re-think and consider wad i should do and the next step to take.the road ahead is dark ah.i like scared to walk into darkness covered with uneven routes and lotsa trap-holes.dont feel safe ah.but i know its just a matter of time before i meet all these obstacles.

lets just pray hard that i;ll think of what i should do for my major first.then i can complete it nicely and with the right stuff with good grades and then i can later bother about what i really wan.like i always say.as long as i;m happy.no one can stop me.and being happy with myself means the world to me.as long as i;m contented and ready to raise my feet out of that secured cliff, i will leap off the cliff.one day.somehow.i will.



ade:s @ Tuesday, November 01, 2005