life at mcm is.... *can't find a suitable word*... depressing.
yes. depressing, very. am now the super withdrawn kid in the class (ok.. maybe not SUPER withdrawn,but you get my point, yeah?)
damn.
i started to doubt my abilities ever since day one. it feels as if everyone is trying to kill each other with horrendously long and bombastic words. everyone is trying to impress each other with their OH-MY-GOD-I-GOT-A-DISTINCTION-FOR-ENGLISH lingo. ok..not everyone.. but some. i feel so cheena la. (dun laugh. i know i wasn't a single bit cheena back in MJR. this time its for real. i rejoice when i hear jay chou in between tutorial sessions. *guy sitting along the corriidor was blasting it from his lappy*)
the truth kinda sunk in when i went out with some of the t102 people. we're from different worlds. different as in they're martians, and i'm some kinda pluto-nian. i hope this feeling will fade soon, man. i'd kill myself if this continues for the next 3 years to come.
bowling party tomorrow, whee.