i have my doubts...

1. ... that i'll ever do anything that's major and musical or theatrical :( just seen some friends' photos of their university's production of beauty world, am so amazed. no, not that my friends could do all that (2 were from punch, 1 was from drama in secondary school), but that they got the golden chance to do something as fantabulous as a full-blown musical. acting, singing, dancing all together!

i suppose school's the only time when the average kiddo gets to be part of a public performance, because no average adult would channel his time and efforts into something which might not sustain his basic lifestyle (money), and i guess to book the venue first requires some proof that the performance is of some standard. how to find enough people to do something like that.

but, i confirm can't do that in university :'( unless i change course la! which is slightly tempting 'cause i'm still fearing that i'll be below average before then lol.

2. ... that i'll survive the 4 and more years. so scary, to see blogs such as fivefootway, archidose, spaceinvading, designtavern and archsoc. then you see my blog. stark difference!!!

DO I HAVE THE APTITUDE!?

(ok, i guess i'm too damn lazy to learn a webpage language to make my site nicer looking. but i don't know - i never tried - to design something that looks so european-ly artistic in an artsy, non-sequittor, tangentially irrelevant but still cool sort of way.)

and reading articles from archsoc (by this dr garry fella who's overqualified in various fields including architecture and sociology!?) unsettles me. articles such as "why architects don't like people" (i like talking with people!!!!), "why architects are flashy dressers" (i'm not flashy!!! although i wish i could be hmm), "surviving architectural school" (this article is scary), and "how happy are arch students" (4th least happy students!!!!! good grief. but thank goodness i didn't choose engineering AHAHAHA - which i could have done.)

gatherings from this website:
a. i'm not born to be an architect, 

b. i don't think, behave or even look like one, and
c. i will DIE in architect school

LOL. watch me... (yiwei, don't watch. my designs will be bad for the eyes!)

having said all that, though, i'm having a ball of a time gazing at and poring over the abovementioned websites, picture books and magazines of pretty buildings and interiors (and doing nothing much else apart from eatsleepshit-ing every day).

whatever the case, i think it's still going to be a fruitful experience, whether or not i come out of it alive! (i'm probably mad)

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random: i just got reconnected with my st. anthony's primary school ex-classmates!? i thought having two of them as my jc classmates (or three, if i counted the class which i was in for the first 3 months), one of them adding me to msn and meeting another one at a mutual friend's birthday party are already damn coincidental. or maybe it's fate?

it's 2.10am now and my email's updated with facebook messages, still.

is singapore more connected than i thought? wow...

wait, that brings to mind, how did my friend, who transferred out of saps along with me and many others, manage to find back the rest? random facebook searches, i suppose? come to think of it, my childhood was in the era when handphones were still uncool (pagers, anyone?) and the average primary school kid did not need to use the internet. how could you have found your lost contacts? er, call their house number?

ahh, i lost the contact number of my best saps friend. he actually remembered me leh, in primary 4 or 5 he asked me out to go on a zoo trip with another friend. in primary 6 he phoned me to ask about my psle score. but i lost the scrap of paper with his home number scribbled on it :P and he never called me since primary 6 (aww)

khoo yu?