In the Beginning... of the new sem

Well, school started. Holiday engine spluttered a bit when i came back to Singapore, but i guess all's well, you do have to slow down to release the clutch to shift gears. Enjoyment's slightly down a notch in this uncertain bend, but now - about a week into the term - the turn is reaching full negotiation. So I'm warming up to the new modules.

The teachers are not bad actually=) Sure, some of them are strict, but their boldness to be stern reflects their confidence and ability to teach (whether the waters of reflection are contaminated remains to be seen) I'm talking about Lu Sia, or rather, Mrs Tan. She's the lecturer that really struck me so far. I'll mention the other lecturers whenever a newsworthy event happens;)

I think my so-far-all-time favourite module would be Digital Video Production. The practical work it involves jucify the carrot which actually takes the device of a camcorder PD150 i think=D Wow, with that $5000 handy equipment, you can take a relatively good quality television footage. It's what the reporters actually use, how cool is that, eh?? Opps, a bit of the 5566-fanatic like spirit has possesed me:P

Looking forward to the new semester. This time I must focus, hope to make the group focus too. Shouldn't fumble too much during your second time at the reins, ain't that rite?
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Shut that eye (STI, sorry to dissapoint wallstreet fans=P)

The little fairy visits me again, leaving a trail of stardust in her ramdom wake. At once reality dims, and the opposing weight of the chair i sit on diminishes. As i rise up, i reach thru the tinted windows of my room and find that it is as water. Pushing my face past the screen, i inhale the cool night air behind. The hissing of the PC mutes, and distant crickets begin their symphony with the rustling trees and trickling canal. At the corner of my eye, the moon peers bekoningly beyond the wooden vista. I submit, and slide through the air with apathetic areodynamics towards the cratered rock. The clouds are low today. With my silent arrival above them, the moon accentuates every wisp with its silver shading, collectively forming the undulating carpet of white which only contrasts with the black of the sky. My silent awe is uninterupted as i continue upward. Perspective remains relavant in outerspace; this I understand with the growing of the moon. When, finally, my feet touched the soft, grey, virgin dust. I turn and begin to recline in the untainted ground. The silence envelopes me and I peacefully gaze at the thumb-sized earth, with its myrid of colours in the timeless fashion. My eyelids naturally descend as I let a simple smile loose. The windows to my soul temporarily has to close to thouroghly absorb the beauty my vision embraced.
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enjoy this piece of Jazz. It's the sound of Remember by Doug McKenzie.

.Remember to calm down and relax once in a while.