Life is like an RPG game. I kinda like to see it this way, a sort of adventure with a seemingly endless and timeless finale waiting to unfold. There is always this granduer associated with all my favourite RPGs, an epic, a legend, a saga. Insanely Beautiful!

New experiences, new skills, special job classes and distinct features that sets to define myself as a unique individual in this vast world. Did i forget the people i'll meet? Places i'll visit? Thing's i'll be doing? Memories that i will carry on forever?

I'm a protangonist of my story, my own fantasy perhaps where character development is progressive and each new adventure just heralds in new more exciting phases in life. The current chapter as it is, is where our dear onionknight is stuck as a peon of national policy and somehow through all the bullshit and restricted freedom and all .... i think i've come to cherish this short 2.5 years of my life which is toally stress free and yes .... as i've mentioned in twenty-o-two that it will be a good break from studying and the paper chase. I think i've grown some sort through this suppressive environment and discover the wisdom of personel mastery and how important it will be in the outcome in this "game" of life. Still .... i wished i could have more time ... rather than to book in in like 4 hours. sigh.