Garden of Eden

Of all times, it is now I decide to finally set my brain to whip out an interesting piece of recollection of my memories. Physics Quiz 1 about to commence. Ervin decided to shoot down prototype 1, and rebuilt a completely new transport model, rendering my efforts in the past week to be in vain. I suppose I saw that coming anyway, sheesh. Maths homework already stacking like nobodies business, not to mention Process Systems Analysis. 5 by 5 matrices for assignment?! And that's why we will all go gaga soon enough. Yes, I'm whinning. I chose this time and place to whine because its the only place I have to find solitude.

I am being extremely judgemental. New faces in uni seemed awfully familiar. I mean, I thought I've met them somewhere...but in truth, I've never met them before! Strange, I know. People you've seen in your same bloody college, but never spoken before and all of a sudden, you're hanging out with them all day! Doubly strange. I finally get to see the bigger picture of friendster and what they termed, second and third degree friends. People are bound to what is like a circular flow, a small one, for the world is indeed small.

Anyway, allow me to introduce my lectureres.

Dr. Ooi - Process Systems Analysis
= She reminds me of Aunt Selena, although she does not look like her and speaks no where near her.

Dr. Lan - Physics
= I have no clue why, but this gotta be one of those twins from adventures of Tin Tin.

Mr. Tan - Mathematics
= This one bears so much resemblance to my former tuition teacher, I almost thought it was really him, or perhaps a sibling. Surely the face structure was a little different, but other than that, the way and tone of his speech, the way he moves his fingers were drop dead identical. Omg, I think he even used the same gel to comb his hair. It looks exactly the same!

Mr. Keith Liow - Dyanamics
= By far the youngest and I would mention, lousiest as well. But thats besides the point. For some reason, watching him walk along the auditorium with that smile etched on his face felt like watching Peter Parker strutting along streets in New York. And yes, 'even rain drops keep falling on my head' were playing in my head.

Okay, I think I've gone deranged. So now you see whats beginning to get to me.

Ps. For random unknown purposes, I've marked a spot in history when I prepared my very first tri-storey sandwich.

Pss. I declared war against mosquitoes. The last time I recall having more than 3 bite marks were 8 years ago, when my legs looked very much like a dalmation. Which were pretty darn itchy, with 15+ marks and all swt. But I shall NOT tolerate you swooping down my ear! Even when I had to wake up every 20 minutes to scratch. Now I won't even let you bite me anymore. Brace youselves, annoying quitoes...for I have SHIELTOX!

Exactly. Haih =(

Yes, to those that wondered. I'm back to where I was, almost exactly a year and a half ago.

As of today, I will be officially starting lectures.

Just because I didn't say a thing, it doesn't mean I'm okay with it.
( And so it happens, again I go unnoticed.)

I don't know, don't care, don't ask.

I try very hard to not know, to not care...but I cannot.

So don't ask, cause I ain't ready to answer.

It was better when the day's are gone, so much better when the night's come.

And then we realise we've drifted to no where.

Oh really, as I ponder.

Now that the blogging frenzy has gone out of control and everyone has been updating their blogs. Here I am, once again putting together a bunch of pixels to satisfy your crave.

Welcome Bri. Welcome MinXi. And welcome to the people that visits this blog, that I've yet to know of. By all means, identify yourself. Or risk being shot down as intruders. The reason why this blog has been so secret, would probably be because I don't like strangers reading stuff which I consider meaningful to me. Let's just sum me up as a private person.

I actually have a lot of stories in mind. Redang was indeed awesome, but could have been better.
The first day was no doubt the longest. Seems almost a lot like 2 days, because it was two days. Didn't sleep because we were all so excited XD. Lets just say this is the first time I've boarded a plane with my own. Packed my bags myself. I have a say, in what I want to do, and when I want to do. Feels extremely fulfilling, to be able to be independent. This means, I don't mind mopping the whole room. I don't mind wiping the whole room. Nice what, squeaky clean you know!

Snorkelling is so not memorable ok. Sea water tastes like crap. You feel dehydrated almost instantly, and the snorkelling mask was say...the most irritating eyewear of the century. And my oh my, the stupid safety jacket has this strap that hurts the groin area. Grr. I didn't see the gigantic fish. Ginger was so afraid of fishes. Rach got bitten by a hungwee fish. And Mar's goggles keep coming off. To those that knew that I mistaken Yu Ling's hairband as a blue coral...let us all pray for it's peace beneath the depths of the oceans.

What I'll indefinitely miss about the things there would be...my lime green kayak which I never had the chance to row. Beach volleyball which I didn't manage to set my hands on. Strolls along the beach with the water gently reaching me feet. And the microscpoic blue sand that I didn't set my eyes on. I could have gone in more in detail about the trip, but lazy lah. Not like I haven't told you people anyway. And those who went for the trip wouldn't need me to summarise it for them. All in all, Redang was great, and will always remain.

I probably am still suffering from the post trip emo syndrome. After I got a tad too emotional when we all were leaving. Oh well, it will eventually happen I suppose, in one way or another. Do take care, everyone.

I have been out almost every single day since Redang. Except for two days. Which is a LOT. So frequent that I'm downright broke till I had to resort to an alternative method to dig up even more pocket money.

So it is then I made my penultimate decision. While listening to Maboroshi Memory I had this thought. That there is after all no reason for me not to enrol? Either way, me still walk a separate pathway from my classmates. Sooner or later, its gonna happen. Perhaps a little selfish to say this, but I don't want to be left out when so very many important people walk away to their uni's. Thus, I should start my journey. Four years man.., sounds like forever. After all, A levels alone was ...um. Heh, eventhough short, be it somewhat of a dissapointment or not, I think it just might have affected 33% of my 19 years of life. Serious.