After a week of sabbatical, it is back to work time, though it is not as if sabbaticals are totally slack. Life is as usual, prepareing for test, doing homework, and probably menging MRP. To some, this is no life. I probably think so too. To make it worse, there isn’t much games to play these days and not much political stuff to comment on. So in order to liven things up, I continue my service at the Neighbourhood Link. Everything there hasn’t change much, with the same people around and the same activities.
It appears that I am the one who have changed; more slack in my job and duties. This is probably because I am steering my focus toward studies and the sideline stuff don’t appear to be that important anymore. This include things like blogging or stuff like revolution. The idea now irks me. I yearn for a more simple place to be in, yet the environment is undoubtly trying to force me back into the competitive, illogical realm of academics and arts.
As I am typing this crap here, my house suddenly blacked out. There was lightning and thunder outside and it is raining heavily, the heaven probably knows about all these sufferings of people. Well, if one were to interpret this way, another can always say heaven is angry at you for being so upset with your current life. So I shan’t argue. After churning out those lame graphics, which Jin’s daughter commented that it looked like some turtle, I curse at my own graphic skills – those images took me more than 2 minutes on flash and photoshop to create! I am getting worse, I thought that Propagator might well be gone since it does nothing productive and do not contribute to anyone unlike Terry’s blog, which aims at helping others. The problem I am facing now is probably the fact that no one asks for help from me (except Mib).
Worse of all, when I reach out to help others, I am not appreciated. In addition to that, I got a lousy Merit award for my Chinese Calligraphy work, which I thought was the best entry to that competition of this 3 years. Well, for this, it probably is the fault of the organisers and the judges. As we all have said long ago, they number the works, then use a lottery machine to pick out the winning entry before deciding whether the work is good.
By the way, Bingyuan churned out quite an interesting article on how his classmates would far in society next time. I think I probably deal with some designing stuff, unless I decide to join Mib and be his Propaganda Minister or something of that sort. Well, maybe the owner of some small firm that will deal with arts or design stuff and maybe I will be helping Bingyuan out with designing his restaurant and the menu (in addition, free designing of the gift voucher and the food arrangement), in exchange for some of the shares of his restaurant. On second thought, I may be pitching myself against Yanmin, so I decide I shall be the landlord of Wei Xiang, who will be dealing in the food business selling Nasi Lemak and Fan Choi.
Oh yah, Terry won’t be a Deejay. His taste for travel will definitely prevent him from getting a job that encloses him a in dimly lighted room for hours talking to himself and a bunch of nothing-to-do idiots. He probably open an arcade and play Para Para Dancing all day or be some kind of travel reporter who goes around the world and bumping into all sorts of people. It would be fun though.