Collect Moments

After procrastinating for days, I concluded that if I still don't start typing, I would never be able to produce a post before September ends. Well, but you see the things on my mind are all entangled and intertwined; such that I don't know where should I begin. If it's not for the fact that recess week falls after week 6 of the semester, I wouldn't know how long have I been in NUS already. As I slip into this social circle slowly, I find myself getting used to it day by day and very soon, I will probably feel as though I've been there all my life. Human are such forgetful animals. Or just me being, adaptive, as usual?  Two months back I arrived at Sheares hall with a luggage in one hand and a pillow in the other, having absolutely no idea what was about to happen to me. Now that everyone seems to be settling down, it's pretty amazing how everyone seems to be leading on such different life, when initially we came into this place on equal ground, or so it...

Aloha Pill0w, here we meet again on the keyboard. :)  Okay Sep is ending soon as the title suggests, I'm amazed that I survived through last week, finishing up a close to 2k word essay apart from the other assignments I had was hell challenging, with all the formatting and citation and bibliography. It was like doing a written report all by myself. Which come to think of it I realize the only useful skill passed on from Jc was actually Pw skills. It was a depressing week to be honest, from my initial enthusiasm on Mon, to continual struggle on Tue, to desperation on wed and followed by devastation by Thur, where the deadline is the day after. Hereby I would like to end off noting that deadline is indeed the best motivator ever . I magically coughed out another 1000 words after stagnant at 500 for days on Friday and submitted it anyhow, with 17% plagiarism index but well, it's the best I could do before I go insane. :')  Drop these academic stuffs, since that this i...

Here comes the familiar date of the year again, years go by so quick that sometimes I wonder what's the purpose of celebrating, or even remembering one's birthday. Like, okay you were born so and so years ago. And okay that's it. Then? Okay perhaps this year is more memorable since it's the first year that I don't find myself burying my head into a deep pile of tys, preparing for whatever final exams it may be coming in the way. This is the first year I'm stepping into university, into independence and freedom. Way too much freedom all to myself, in such  that I'm always confused on the best choice to make that's in my own favor. Once again let's begin with the annual thank giving;to those that stayed in my life still, please always remember that I love all of you and it's each and every of you that made my life worth living, that motivated me through hard times, that shared bits and pieces of my mundane life, and making me cherish each and s...

Time check, 3.30am. I was suppose to be sleeping since half an hour ago but the consecutive lucid dreams and sleep paralysis are getting on my nerves and freaking me out. I thought it would be fine after the first one but it continued and repeated for at least five more paralysis. Alright not that I'm extremely terrified by them but it's annoying that I can't sleep in peace. That the dreams seems scarily real and I have to struggle to wake myself up, together with the fear that surrounds me when I couldn't move myself.  Hence I decide to get up and clear some of my thoughts instead. One month into hall life, ( I'm sorry about my frequent mentioning of hall life but that's what makes up almost 80% of my uni life, let's spare the pathetic remaining 20% to lecture and tutorials. ) I've met and talked to a number of people, made a couple of friends, and not to forget, a rather special one. All kinds of folks exist indeed, I believe that everyone is gener...