Ready Steady GO!!

Oh my god, I only have 2 more days before I'm leaving on a jet plane. You know, everything feels so surreal, in 2 days time, I'll be sitting down in a different chair, writing entries in my blog or od in a completely different environment. My fingers would be tapping on a different keyboard and my eyes would be staring at content that appears magically on a different computer screen. Who knows? I may also be wearing completely different types of clothes due to the different kinda weather conditions there. Whoa...

Sigh.. yes, the word 'different' has appeared so many times that it can be pretty unnerving sometimes. But a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do huh?? Lol. yeah, right. =p

The decision to fly was rather sudden. Come to think of it, the idea of studying English Language was sudden too. Through the years of being in ex-Chinese High, the idea was always engineering, engineering and more engineering. I guess almost everyone there was geared towards that course, or at one point or another, had their mind fixated at that point. It's prolly just the culture there. When people ask me what I wanna do in the future, of course, I responded with a despondent 'engineer'? Whatever engineer, just an engineer will do. 'Cos that's what everyone is thinking of, isn't it? It's a safe bet, isn't it? What can go wrong??

Yet, a person's future, like an individual's Life isn't a question out of some end-of-year examination paper. It isn't just a right or wrong. It's also what answer one will eventually find through the question. How much would one like the answer??

I never liked the idea of being an engineer. Although I didn't like the idea, I still couldn't find an alternative route to take. But somehow, I knew there was an alternative route. It's, like, a foggy path branching out from the dusty old used path I was standing on. Apparently, many people have come and gone on the path. And I just happened to be another one.

My first brush with English was getting into an English TDP (Talent Development Programme) in ex-Chinese High. My first intense jump into stories during English Literature lessons. I've always thought stories were just stories, but in those lessons, it has taught me more. If you bother to slow down and read into it, you can actually see the world in some of the literary stories. It's the first time, I actually read a book over and over again for four times. And on it, were so many highlighted dialogues and actions of the characters, with so many small notes scribbled in the small spaces in the corners that they could be imbedded with the stories already too.

That was also my very first attempt at thinking more for myself, in discovering hidden meanings in things. I suppose... I liked discovering new ideas for myself and if they're good, prolly share it with others, so that they may gain from the new insight.

At those moments, a seed slowly nestled itself in somewhere cosy...

Eventually, it met something/someone that made it blossom. And that blossom leads to me now writing this entry. Leading me down a road less taken. There was a poem which I did enjoy in the past and I think it goes by the same name, 'A Road Less Taken', but feel free to correct me if I'm wrong. In it, it talks about how the poet himself didn't choose a safe and overused path but instead embarked on one which led him to his poem. Very meaningful, really.

It's a neverending struggle to decide upon leaving or staying. As much as I don't want to leave everyone and everything behind, I suppose it's also good for the exposure. This will be the first time I'll be crawling from under the comfort zone and into a new environment. One where it had better be good. haha! I guess the exposure will benefit in a certain subtle way and I'll probably gain some more additional insights from living on my own that cannot be found over here.

Honestly, I don't feel lost at going to somewhere foreign and all. Maybe 'cos the army has allowed me to experience this back in BMT (Basic Military Training), where I'm thrown into a new and harsh environment. And guess what, I survived through it after all. This is gonna be an added boost of confidence, I must say.

Almost all packed and ready. Just gotta decide what else to bring over. Hm, actually, I can't think of much things. Ar, talk about a guy and his stuff.

The clock is ticking and the dates are flipping. I'm edging closer and closer to the cold departure gates.

Borrowing the same title of a song from L'Arc En Ciel, I suppose I'm ready to go.

My mind is racing with so many random thoughts and the hart is pumping with so many emotions now. Apologies if entries appear incoherent. I hope the gist of everything is still there. Ar shucks. =x

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