The title says it all.

I thank God (or whoever that controls Fate) to have allowed me the chance to stop and think. It could have been earlier, when I was busy juggling my report, and later, when the modules start to wrap up. Either way. NOW is good.

So I’m delibrating.

I wanted to review my life goals, and decide what I want in life so that I can plan at least the next 3 years of my life.

But I couldn’t jump right in, cos the sense of uncertainty is too unbearable.

I know it all too well. My 3 years plan will never work, cos my life has never been what I wanted.

3 years down the road, I will still be stuck with the same problems in life, still unable to be appreciated for what I am, to be able to go on the path I want to be.

Whatever.

Just crapping…

Rise and Shine!!!

ahahaa…

Actually, was awake at 11am, with a throbbing headache. I guess after 2 days of oxygen depletion, my brain was actually feeling awkward lol So I went back to sleep for another 2 hours.

Anyways, was to blog about my report, but what was there to blog about?? I dunno leh. Except that I took some pix of me with it, courtesy of gg’s camera phone

Didn’t da ban… so tried to blur the image… lol

i looked like an old man…

the man who finally appeared before the lens…

the bench i occupied for the past 2 weeks, especially the past 2 nites…

the file that i bought to contain the main drafts i printed fir reference; metallic cover leh!

i call it the FYP Diary

i was too lazy to pack my table…

a secret hidden…

the entire mess!!!

Actually, the feeling of completing the report wasn’t as ecstatic as completing the BHS report me and Medan did last year. The feeling was totally different, I guess. The joy of completing something with another person, such that the joy can be shared between the 2 of us.

Moreover, we took part in the entire process. We researched, went on site visits (went into apron area and explored under the HOT SUN). We even photostatted and bound the reports ourselves!!!

The BHS report was 100% of our own effort, the only help we had were the phone numbers and references that the other guys gave us.

In my thesis, the explanations to what happened was from my prof. The original set of short channel mos characteristics was from my prof. The TFET data was from a graduate student. The photostating and and binding was handed over to the auntie in archi…

Although, like what I told the others, the contents of my FYP was 100% original, from the words to the style and to an extent, 90% of the diagrams (I ended up deciding that the diagrams from the net were too ugly… haha…), the originality was kept to the report, the writing, what one can see of it. I think as a whole, only 70% of the thesis was from me.

Better or worse, I would preferred my own culmination to be 100% mine.

Funny logic right?

Whatever.

I don’t expect anybody to agree with me… haha… As in, reply me lah… lol

ok… Here’s a re-cap of what made me feel satisfied last year… At the end of my internship…

the BHS Report. 100% original. Even the format was decided by us… Not according to some ‘department guidelines…’

Happy Good Friday (Extended)

Sorry for not keeping to the stipulated time, but I’ve uploaded ZZGY Chapter 7. Next update is hopefully on 10 Apr.

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I have no time to update this week.

Let it snow… Let it snow… Let it snowball to next week.

Provided I’m still alive and kicking…

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Interestingly, Good Friday isn’t some holiday when we bask ourselves in a holiday mood; there’s no sale, no holiday blockbuster. So why wish a Happy Good Friday??

haha…

*am I laughing to myself?*

Remember I said that the traffic here was spiking? In fact, it spiked even higher last Friday. Then that very weekend, it plunged like the Asian stock markets. From a 100 plus, it went down to 20-something lol I can’t explain that phenomena. I mean, if people were driven by the McDonald’s, ‘Ken Lee’ posts, the posts will still bring trickles here right?

I don’t know. Internet traffic is a funny thing…

Anyway, start of thesis submission is one bloody week away… arrrggggghhhhh!!!

Just let me scream for fun…

ZZGY Chapter 2 edited, Commentary added.

New posts from the past week:

2008-03-13 Sammi 郑秀文担任香港电影节年度大使

2008-03-13 去她娘的阿部奶奶！(延续篇）

2008-03-14 Bulgarian Idol: “Ken Lee”

2008-03-14 Dinner

2008-03-15 Sammi in Laos

2008-03-15 Engin Bridge is Destroyed

2008-03-16 FYP Progress

2008-03-16 One Term Paper Down… And A Flash of Thought

2008-03-17 My Name is zenov

2008-03-18 The Extent of Subtlety (More Unsubtlety Edition)

2008-03-18 Funny Dream

2008-03-19 Inconsiderate Fucker

2008-03-19 Why Rainy Days Are Good

Hours of Awakening…

ok lah. i sneaked an hour of sleep while waiting for my sis to come fetch me back home in the evening.

But as of now, 12:30am, 5 Apr 2008, I have been awake for 63 bloody hours.

The funny thing is: I can’t fall asleep now that I’m in my comfy room, with air-con switched on, and I AM BLOGGING RIGHT NOW.

oh Holy Mama! Don’t torture me like this!

Funny things happened when one is sleep-deprived.

When I walked back to PGP on the 2nd morning, I thought I looked funny. As in, my colour was weird. I first noticed it on my hand, that my hand was looking black and my veins were popping out (I am not a skinny monkey, so that’s the weird part). I got an even greater shock when I saw my reflection in the PGP lift. Like what gg said, the description of what I saw was: My face looked like wax.

I thought my face looked like some char siew (waxy and browny-yellow).

And while on the road back to PGP, I started to look at my hand in amusement. I knew my hands were small, but they looked exceptionally small. Almost like a mannequin’s hand. Almost as if someone stuck his hand from behind me to catch my attention.

Of course lah, when I turned around, there was just that long stretch of empty PGP Road.

And the dark houses.

And the wooded side lanes…

Whatever.

And after I washed up, my phone started vibrating.

Thinking that it was about 6am, I ’snoozed’ the phone casually.

Within a short time, it vibrated again. Much to my amazement, cos snooze times weren’t that short.

And oops! It was my sis asking me if I am coming home today.

The moment I answered up the phone, she started yelling:

我不是闹钟！~ 我不是闹钟！~！

Since I was in a stoned state, it actually took me seconds to interpret the meaning.

haha… I hope you guys get the meaning too.

ya…

I think the FYP report writing syndrome is setting in. I’m actually feeling sleepy after typing a few words.

OK.. Then sleep it shall be.

Shall try to blog about my happiness (if my mind is clear enough to feel it) when I see this world in true resolution again.

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oh… In order to clear xy’s doubts on her participation in my 1st retractable-wire mouse’s demise, here’s a pic of it when it was 1 day old…