Tomorrow marks the 5th, and I will revamp my FYP software for my prof. The things to do are to create a similar but nicer GUI, introduce new animations and incorporate a save-my-eeg-data functionality.

Other than that, I think I need to repair a pair of electrodes. It feels so heavy to be doing this after liberation, but I will do it until the 10th when school will officially end.

After which, I’ll handover to prof and wish to leave behind only memories.

I feel so emo just thinking about moving out from school. The good memories, as well as the pain, of mugging, of staying back late to do projects, write essays and reports. I will miss the NUS girls, especially from the Arts Faculty, because they dress up and look so good and sexy, bare their skins even though when the aircon temperatures are crazy cold.

I will miss my schoolmates, my project groupmates and friends. I will not miss my professors at all. But I will miss the liberty of calling myself an NUS student, of flashing the matric card whever I buy Andersens ice cream. I will miss having student meals everywhere, and at Swensens too.

I will not miss the sight of Engineering girls, especially the PRCs whom bare their unshaven, hairy underarms. I will not miss the sight and smell of tainted seats in the LTs. But I will miss the cheap canteen food; Technoedge’s panggang, YIH’s lemon chicken, Biz’s chicken kebab rice.

Okay lah I will miss NUS Arts girls very much. HAHAHA, no more eye-wandering with the guys, no more “eh look, your 11 O’clock…zao geng” or “dok, 3 o’clock…tetek besar!”

So much for 25 years of education.

I still ask myself why this still happens in NUS.

Another government body has called and informed me to wait for a call from their HR.

I want to start my journey and attain my career goals. I want that opportunity, that stepping stone, to push me towards those goals.

I want to prove my value to my employer (whoever that is), and contribute to its efficiency and success.

It’s all so easy to say…But when you don’t even get calls, you start to…..

Never mind. I think you already know how I feel like.

Heh, if anyone has a lobang, and you think I fit the bill and could contribute to the effectiveness of the company, DO NOT HESITATE to call or email me.

May God bless your helpful actions, so should you go jobless in the future, someone else would come along and help you too.

Thank you.

Talk about camwhoring, I told my sister to stop camwhoring excessively (I don’t want her to take after someone I know). I don’t know man, it gives me the impression that the camwhorer is shallow, bimbotic and trying to overly act cute.

YES I KNOW WHEN YOU’RE ACTING CUTE, AND WHEN YOU’RE BEING YOURSELF.

There’s more to life than camwhoring yourself. Go out and stop taking pictures of yourself, excessive camwhorers!