"Freaky"....

Yesterday, we were having Programming II class. A friend of mine sat next to me. Our CPUs were side by side. Anyways, we were happily playing Braaains while trying to do some parts of the assignment when a soft, silent melody came out of no where. Seriously, it's the kind of music who would probably hear in a haunted mansion or a ballroom dance. The thing was, we both had our computers muted, and the seat next to my friend was empty, and the guy next to me was typing codes diligently. We were like "Wtf?!!".

E.Maths Test 2: The Aftermath

Epic Title for a not-so-Epic Post.

A not-so-long, long time ago, in a not-so-distant land. A young boy had been studying for weeks in hopes of passing defeating the terrible dread, known as E.Maths Test 2, the spawn of E.Maths Test 1. To achieve this, the young boy had trained by doing exercises everyday, almost. He learned by tackling Vectors and hitting Trigonometry. And of course, his instructor gave him the Essential Questions, and he redid the Essential Questions! everyday. The dreaded day came, and the boy reached the hall of E.Maths Test 2 early. He walked around to calm his nerves, and the time came. The boy tackled E.Maths Test 2, and possibly beat it down badly, though the boy definitely did not defeat E.Maths Test 2. After an hour, the boy decided to leave the hall and write his experience in a blog post.

Disappointment

No, this isnt me...

I'm really a mess this semester. Partly because I am not good in the subjects I take, and partly because I feel under motivated. I begin to question myself, what good is 4 HDs? What good is CGPA 4.0? Isn't it in the very end just a number? Sure, you might find jobs much easier, but in the end aren't you still doing a job? Still sweating and bleeding for that thing called money? I try to ignore this questions as much as I can, thinking to myself, hey, just do your best for now and hope for a better future. 

Brief Break from Brief Break

I was going to stop blogging for the entire week, due to the two tests Im having at each end of the week. One on Monday, and one on Friday. But since I have some spare time, I thought, hey, why not do some blogging, and so here I am, taking a brief break from my brief break.

Monday was Engineering Maths A, which I totally dreaded, which in turn made me study hard, which never happened since SPM, wait...no, since PMR. I actually took my afternoons, yup, afternoons, to study. I usually hate studying in the afternoon. Why? It's too warm, and the bed is too tempting. So, what I did was, I blasted myself with the fan, and pampered myself with cold drinks. And ya, I prayed real hard.