Random Thoughts

Waking up early, a crazy timetable and an unbearable classmate... And to think that I will work harder this semester, all these obstacles just keep holding me down. For the first two weeks, it was like a session where Hitler makes me sit throughout a fast-forward sequences of violent images of evil Jews and I drool all over my arms.

Hitler. Interesting. I made a comparison to Hitler... Moving on!

Statement of the Semester: Management modules are boring.

Sadly, it's the truth. Management of a media business is an interesting topic. The concepts of managing lots of different people makes the modules more attractive to learn. It's all about the skills of toying with individual's minds and if you do learn how to grasp that ability, it'll probably rank you amongst the most scheming and cunning people on the Earth.

But when it comes to answering tutorial questions, it's a total fucking nightmare. Especially Financial Management. I'm not a guy with a business mind. I'm the guy with the whacked-out imagination who utilizes his sleep to dream of psychedelic images and story plots.

Then some wonderful things start to happen to me. I know she'll be reading this if she comes here.

So there's this girl Zaidah in my class. I always thought she's a pretty cool chick. The way she talks to friends and presents herself in front of class, I always knew she was something entirely entity. Then recently, we started to chat on MSN. And by chat, I meant talking about stuff that connects us deeply to. As it turns out, we have the similar tastes in music, movies and thoughts!

What a crazy yet creepy coincidence! I finally found my music and movie buddy! And to find that kind of buddy in a school where there are thousands of students, it can be only be one reason behind it. Sheer pure luck! So thank you Zaidah for your albums and everything. You made my last weekend a great one to enjoy! =D

Next up. Had a small argument with classmate today. Was intending to stick up a helium gas tank up his ass and blow him out of proportions. But had no evidence to do it so mission was aborted. While going up a friend's house to play XBox, I thought of another way to scare him.

1. Take a step closer to Ben (preferably near his neck)

2. Take a deep breathe with a disgusted look my face

3. "You know, Ben...You reek of Fear, I can smell it on you."

With this, I believe I can psychologically traumatize him into thinking I am some weird fuck with no fucking morals. What a pity that I didn't thought of this earlier.

In other thoughts, I think I'm in love again...After the closure with Yan Ting, I am free to love and to be loved...

Random P.S Talking's overrated. Just type the words out and see how they complete each other's meaning.

Peace out.