Am I Just Paranoid; Or Am I Just Stoned?

It's been a rough week. Ain't it always? Hmm... I'm not gonna elaborate much on that, since it's so god damned cliched to bitch about all the bad things that happened to your life on your blog. I'm done with that. I'm just going to review these past few weeks, for the sake of reviving this dead blog of mine.

Alot of shit went down this month. For one thing, it's ICA week. Again. As usual. When will they ever stop? Ehhhh, never. The constant bombardment of work will never cease, especially in a coveted course like Media Studies. And Management.

This term (or semester, so far) has been a challenge. I've had more on my plate that I could have ever imagined, and most of it were either against me or not with for me entirely. It's hard to keep my cool, but sometimes my angst just gets the best of me. Throughout the whole week, I've had to go home from school at night.

The scene I visit every night since Sem 2 began.

The fun factor is there. How can you not have fun with the Army of Jubohs? Amirite guys? Haha. But, I've been drained to the point where sometimes when the guys crack jokes and would go on laughing, I just can't get into it. I'm just tired. Exhausted. My body is running, but my heart and mind are just running on reserve by now. But I'm still surviving and doing fine for the most part. Fortunately.

My good friend Aaron Mossadeg here seems to be doing fine, though....

Oh the jokes we have. We had this new one. Ever been to the Grinning Gecko, in NYP? I'm sure you'll be served by a nice uncle... but after ordering your meal of choice, he'll go on ahead and asking for either

a) Rice
b) Drinks
c) Sauce

Haha, he does it almost always. Even after you've already said what you want. It's hilarious.

Sadly, the joke died as quickly as it was born. I guess that's trends for you. They come and go just as easily.

So okay. ICAs. Everyone is tired of it. Moving on.

Secondly, I had to lead a ragtag team of Drama mates to do a 5 minutes mime skit for NYP's lunchtime performance. Easier said than done. Planning and executing the ideas took a toll on me. Not to mention, it was a near-last minute effort and the rehearsals and events coincided with my important schoolwork and presentations. We managed to pull it off. The main plot for our story was basically (don't laugh):

"The Vampires of Twilight, face off with Michael Jackson, in search of the Bandung drink"

There! You're laughing! I told you not to laugh. ):
It was a TOTALLY random idea that just popped out of nowhere. But we managed to rolled on it and with some work the whole act was actually pretty awesome. Too bad no one was there to see it. Guuuhh.

One thing I've learned when it comes to public events/gigs ... Never be the show's opening act. You're just gonna waste your effort.

So just right after that, my stage arts thing didn't quite ended just yet. We still had Alumni Night to settle. I didn't do much for this but follow orders. However, it was still painstaking and tiresome to come for rehearsals at odd hours during the worst possible days ever (one of the days I had to wear formal attire. So I had to prance around in a long sleeve shirt and formal pants throughout the whole day).

In the end the whole StageArts Alumni Night was a success.

Me and Fin being douchebags in the play

After it ended, it was like a huge burden just got lifted off my shoulders. And new ones being dropped on seniors.

Congratulations to Sarah Jane, Hazwan, Hanisah, Vicki, Nadirah, and Neela for getting a post in the ever exuberant StageArts. All the best in your endeavors to bring up the name of our CCA.

And with that, I'm already a Year 2 drama student person guy thingy....

ANYWHO!

Back to the month.

I entered a NYP Jam at the very last minute. Like really really last minute. Throughout the whole month or so, I've been telling people I'm not joining that competition. Why? I can't exactly find a proper band to play with. But at the very last hour of the audition day. I found an opportunity and a slot to fill. Encouraged by Seran, and remembering the Adam Khoo's motivational word poster thingy on my wall ("You HAVE the Power of CHOICE.... CHOOSE to Grab OPPORTUNITIES" ... Cute, right?) I didn't had a second thought. I went in, sang "Letters To You" by Finch, and came out happy.

Hey, at least I got to perform. I could care less about the 'getting through the next round' part.

As for gaming, Modern Warfare has got the most of me. Despite coming home at 10 or 11pm every night, I still find time to squeeze in an hour of gameplay. It's just too addictive.

Not my finest moment....

I'm Level 65 now. During the Hari Raya Haji weekend, I jolted up by 10 levels pretty quickly. And slowly, I've been going higher and higher. Some nights I get good kills. And some nights I don't. It really depends on my mood. It's a great way to let my daily stress out. Really let it out. Really, really let it aaaaaallllllllll out.....

Sometimes when I can't seem to get a kill, I'll scream and yell vulgarities, though within the volume boundaries of my own room. I may feel like shit, but after awhile it feels good. It freshens me up for the next day, you can say that.

I'm just five levels away from reaching Prestige mode. I can already smell it. But WAIT! What's this? I GOT A NEW GAME!? ALREADY?! NOOOOOOOOOOO.

Yes that's right -

I loved the first game, albeit it's repetitiveness. And so far I'm already loving this one. Oh boy, Modern Warfare 2 is facing some stiff competition to get my attention. And the holidays are coming! My social life is forever ruined once again. Thanks gaming.... Nah, just kidding.

Ah wells, I still have the remainder of this week to go. As Nick, from Left 4 Dead 2, would say - "I have not... Come this far.... To Die now".

I'll survive. Just one more measly presentation to do, and I can be lazing on my arse all morning, in front of my TV screen, and waking up at 3.30pm everyday. Till then... Cheers.