Don't Ask The Wise Man, Ask The Fool!

This is gonna be a little long post although its only been four days into the week so please be patient. Every single day I've been going to school to do that PED project with that huge book you can see below. Its tough yes, but I thank God for my group mates who put in the best they got and we are like brothers despite having some disagreements at times but hey, which group doesn't? For the sake of those who has no idea what is that, its called the Perry's Chemical Engineer Handbook in case you can't see it. Contains almost every single detail about every chemical you can find on the face of this earth to how you can construct a petroleum refining plant. No wonder it contains about 2000 over odd pages. Really can't imagine how those university students taking Chem Engr have to refer to and bring this book (more like an encyclopaedia) to and fro from school everyday.

Speaking of school, I saw Greg today. Yes! The very same innocent guy who was everyone's favourite guy back in my seconday school days. His hair wasn't as long as what he had kept the last time for two years after the O's but his funny personality still hasn't changed one bit, that's mah dude!

behold, your friend in chemical engineering!

The lack of sleep in the past few days got me a bad runny nose. If it couldn't get worse, I got a bad stomach upset and diarrhoea (19 years of my life and I still can't spell this word right without looking up a dictionary) from...whatever I ate yesterday. I can't remember what did I ate but you get the idea what I'm babbling about.


Finally, well..actually it happened last week when I got back from Camp X but I forgot to blog it down. I think I told Josh about this nightmare I had about the cg and he said maybe it reflects how important the cg has become in my life. Anyway, the dream was the usual cgm on a Sunday and it had just ended. Everyone was going into the lift and heading down. Seems I forgot to take something so I rushed back into the house to get it then when I took the lift down, I couldn't find any of the cg members anywhere. I ran around the void decks in the surrounding area, the coffee shops, the market, the MRT station hoping to find one of 'em...any of 'em. I ran for hours and hours until it was dark and that was when I started to panic. At that moment I got up and wham! I banged my arm against my table beside my bed so hard I ended up with a huge blue black and its still there. At that time I felt more startled and frightened at the dream than I felt the pain. It felt so real, just like in real life. I just hope it doesn't happen again and sure as hell it doesn't happen in real life. Its less than 70 days before I'm going to Taiwan and frankly, for some reason, it doesn't feel good one bit.

P.S.
To PQ: Hey, you said not to tag your blog so I'll just say it here and hopefully you will read this. About the interview, you ain't outta it unless they tell you that you're so don't give up hon! The light still shines bright on ya :)

To Advisor: Yoz kakak, someday you gotta teach me that Bahasa Melayu we were trying to converse in yesterday. My standard really cannot make it.


There's a time to lead and a time to follow but why does the truth always have to hurt?