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that moment when you replied "smth wrong?" in matter of seconds despite being overseas and all I did was to call your name.










Tmr marks the 364th day since 2nd March 2012. 11 months 27 days. 52 weeks, 8736 h, 524 160 minutes, 31 449 600 seconds.

Time sure flies. It felt like it was just yesterday when I first took a good look at my 2 years worth of hard work and perseverance. Yes, it's cliche but it's fact. I remember people blogging about how the 2 year journey has been for them a few days after receiving that certificate. Well it'll soon be a year for me and this shall be my late and boring entry.

I guess the 2 years really felt short. Someone told me that those 2 years weren't meant for making friends or searching for your other half. I guess it's sort of true? But I have to disagree and say that those 2 years I've built ties with the girls whom I still think about and miss. Our moments spent together during lessons and skipping lessons were the essence of our friendship. Yes, we don't mug together but we helped each other out as and when we need or should. They may not have been my best friends but I'm glad they were part of the 2 year journey. I wouldn't have it any other way.

People usually start at how they claim they were upset at the school they ended up in, but I'm kinda neutral. It wasn't my first choice or the dream school I wanted but the results could have been different if I were to enter my ideal school.

I'm not the type to brag but I feel like bragging today (and cause no one reads this) a few hours after getting my results only then it dawned on me that I made it through with my own effort. My own sweat and tears. My own fire and will to push forward and bring myself to "glory"

I made it through those 2 years without tuition, with a major breakdown a day before my Maths paper (a subject I love dearly) not having my past years papers with me the night before Maths paper 2, being almost late on the last Friday of the first week of A's and clearing all my major papers in the first week of A's. I started before my other friends with 2 almost 2 papers each day and on the same day as them (because of MCQ) and still got grades I never got during those 2 years.

I've constantly failed Malay Lang &  Lit (yes, you can fail Malay!) but I managed to secure an A, this was my biggest success so far (besides getting B3 for EL for O's) idk how I did it. But I did. All thanks to Him, my teachers and myself? and of course my friends who have helped me. I remember breaking down and having a mind-block a gazillion times because of Malay. And stonning in class because I couldn't get what was happening.

The subject that I loved dearly, Maths. I never got anyth above C in those 2 years till my prelims where I barely got B. And I got A for it. I practiced day and night for this such that I was able to memorize the question and answer. Attending IR program myself because I was separated from the class. Oh dear Maths, if there will be a day I could teach, it'd be you (so dramatic) but honestly, I was satisfied when I saw my hard work wasn't down the drain. I must have done smth right.

Chemistry. Attending consultations w Mai. I honestly thought I'd do better for this but I am thankful for the grade I got. I hope the fire for this subject is still burning in me. And will continue to burn for the next 10 years. I worked equally hard on this too. Doing past year papers over and over again.

I honestly can only thank Ms Quek for my GP results. She never gave up on me. From an E/S student to a B student. Constantly failing compre and doing borderline for essays and not knowing how to do or start AQ. Her techniques and her perseverance to teach me till I got it. Not even sitting for the prelim paper got me mad scared for A's paper. It was a do-or-die subject for me. But things turned out well and I am happy.

For Econs, studying w Shah was helpful, testing e/o on definitions and reinforcing certain concepts and Ms Wong's guidance.

It amazes me on how I could improved so much thanks to my teachers, His guidance and Mama's support.  Those 85 points were for myself. At the end of the day, you'd study for yourself and your future. 



Enough about the journey. It's the past. Something to smile about. A memory that reminds me of my hard times and if I could do it then, I can do it now.

The past 364 days.

For 6 months, I've worked in a clinic. Befriending people older than me. It was nice to see them guiding and protecting me as my first work-experience. Learning how to handle hard patients and impossible to satisfy customers. Adapting to adult life. Discovering myself as I work. Meeting people from different walks of life. Learning medical terms and chemical terms that left me in awe. It was an enjoyable experience as a whole. I wouldn't have done it any other way (maybe a higher pay? heh)

I guess it was a productive 6 months because at the end of it, I managed to but my lappy with my own hard earned money :)

So July was a month full of meeting new and old friends. After a few months of MIA from the girls, we finally met up and had a good lunch to catch up on old times sake. It was really good to be around them, knowing A's was over and another chapter was about to begin. Attended 2 orientation camps that helped me get around the school and meeting new friends to start this chapter with. That was nice. Friends I hope I can keep in the long run till I grow old and boring.

And so school started. Oh school! I forgot how it was like to mug again. To compete with people of higher standards than me and meeting people from different background. I think I know what's my complex. People who were from a better school than I was. This has bugged me for forever.

At first, I was afraid of starting school. Not knowing what lies in NUS doors and what was waiting for me. Wanted to go to lectures with the same girls from JC. But after adapting, it got better. Much better. It was hard to adapt because of the environment and journey. I dnt understand why I chose such a far school! heh. On days where I only had 1 lecture, I'll wake up thinking that it wasn't worth the journey. But. I had to go anw.

Only in uni, I understood the importance of a printer. Each sem, 1 rim of paper and 4 black inks. WOAH. I've killed too many living things! Hopefully it'llbe for a greater good.

A new sem has started. Honestly, time flew so fast that I was shocked that it's half a sem alr. A few more weeks and it'll end and I'll be a senior and not a freshie. Freshie sounds so new, gullible and innocent. Senior sounds mature and people can look up to me heh. May this sem be as great or better than the previous (better please!) Will have to work extra harder to realize my dream and do all the things I want to do in these years.

After NUS, I'll be earning some $$ to repay my debts and my family for all their sacrifices.
One of the many things I took away from this 364 days is that money has to be earned and it isn't easy earning money. Only then you know the joy and satisfaction of earning your own money.

I've become more money-minded in a sense spending only on necessities and leaving the rest for rainy days.

Now that I'm in NUS, I cannot forget my place and my journey. I must stay humble. No one there knows my story and I intend to make it somewhere to show that ordinary people like you and I can make it somewhere despite being from such a moderate background.

I intend for this 4 year journey to be as sweet as it can and as bitter as it may not be. A balance.