Lesson Learnt

I will never join a game design competition in my life again. NEVER, unless the game in question is only a concept which yes, I can polish and crap a lot about it. For 24 hours of a competition, I spent 11/12 of the time watching tv, watching anime, playing games, writing 3 versions of a story that went from plausible to absolutely nutcase. I managed to watch a 2 hour long anime movie for god's sake Sleeping is high on my agenda now.
A silent accepting withdrawal is imperative now. To minimise the "face loss" if anything else. It was a disaster of HIROSHIMA's proportions. Two teams of strangers unwittingly thrown together. Bound to be conflict.
BUT I NEVER MET MORE BIG-HEADED GUYS in my lifetime. FUCK IT ALL. I mean if it cannot work, it fucking cannot work. And they KEEP assuring they can do it, its possible. DAMN, I am freaking useless at game design but even I know not to upset a whole kettle of fish when I see it. ARGH!
Cannot blame them totally, I concede that, we were just too naive. By we, I meant me and my poor friend Peishan who drew till she puke blood most of the images. All I lost was an entire term break. GREAT! If I flunk that Biodiversity test, I am just gonna tell myself I deserve this shit because I was steeped in shit.
Done many projects in JC , academic or competition. Worst competition group I was ever in. Good experience through. Proves my theory that I can only succeed in groups with males when I can effectively boss them around. Alan, Zhenhui, Wee Tit, Kuah Chieh, what the fuck were all of you when I miss you most. Ok, I include that senior guy, Adrian and Samuel. FUCK IT ALL. Even Ting Long functioned better as a teammate.
End of rant, lack of privacy...

NUS finally! SCHOOL! YeAh! Pour on the sarcasm, man!

The 4th week of university is over and I am SWAMPED with homework. I am in deep shit. Having not done homework conscientiously since Sec 1, I am faced with the prospect of having to do homework every week just to cope with tutorials. As of now, I got 7 undone assignments, out of which 4 counts towards my final grade. CURE MY PROCRASTINATION! Someone! Please, anyone!

(This quick entry was typed at the bequest of Eel, who say I must clear the bloody cobwebs of my bloody blog.)