So I herd u lieked mudkipz

I spent all of last night replaying TIC. It was like if I could replay it, I could bring back the happiness. But all I brought back was the sad realization that TIC is over.

When I finished with all the memories of TIC, I started replaying them again, kind of like a broken record player. Every moment came with a pang of sadness.

But then I started to think of the future, the possible scenarios, the things that could happen. The possibilities became endless, racing through my mind.

I realized that we should cherish what we had, and hope for the future. We can try to recreate the past, have the same feelings we had, and it would almost be like the real thing.

Even though we might fail trying to recreate the event, we still have the memory, the memories of the good times. The memories where we had nothing to worry about, the times when we were with friends.

Replaying those moments were almost like reliving them, it's worth the moments of sadness after. We must carry on those memories, like a family tradition, because it is a part of us.

The memories are the things that help us go through bleak times, when we are depressed and sullen. The memories are a reminder of the good of the world, the things that we can be rewarded with.

We must keep them with us all the time, like a secret treasure chest to keep with you at all times, opening it when you need it.

I just read through some more web blog entries (mainly Eugene's and Tiff's), and I noticed how little I wrote compared to them. When I wrote the previous entry it still seemed like a lot to write, maybe I'm not put up for this web blog.

This probably wasn't the first time I saw this either. During the TIC course, I made my journal entries as short as possible, mainly because it didn't really have anything I wanted to talk about.

But now, this blog, I finally have something that I want to "pour my heart to", something that I want to talk about. Compared to the other web blog entries, it just seems like I'm a minimalist.

Maybe I am. It has always been reflected throughout my academic life. "Brandon is a great student, but he does not put enough effort into his work." I always thought that as long as it's finished, it should work. When I took TIC, I found it that it was not the case.

It was not about doing the website, or even completing it. It was about the creativity, the design, the look of the website. I regret that I only realized this towards the end, otherwise I could have done much better in the class. I realized that when you want to pursue something, you make it better, much better.

As you can see, my final website didn't reflect that, because I was tired from the website making and doing. If I had realized this sooner, maybe I could have turned my previous websites into something, not just a plain website. Anyways, I've been saying the same thing over and over again, so I won't bother you anymore.

I was told that people in other classes in ATDP besides TIC feels less remorse when their class ends. It might be because TIC was... more interactive, where you need to get to know other people and get close to them.

Even after TIC, people stay close to the community, they are still connected. As Lloyd was talking about, TIC is an unique class that, unfortunately, not everyone can experience. You even get to know them better.

For example, Dennis and Tiffany are leaving today, on a 2-week vacation trip to China. In PChat, everyone was dreading today, saying how they will miss them and such.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that it is sad how the other people in ATDP do not experience this kind of regret and sadness when their class is over. Since TIC was my first and only class so far at ATDP, I cannot imagine not feeling sad on the last day.