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ive been sitting on my butt in front of the monitor; watching too much shinee and 2pm. and ive been meaning to begin my entries with the ending, the ending of my life as a ngee ann poly student.
time reallyyyyy passes wayyyy toooo fast.
so lets start with 3 years of memories.
year 1
let me just say i hate first days, except maybe the first day i came to the world. and it didnt help that on the 1st day was a LAB day and i came late. once i opened the door, everyone like turned and STARED at me! i was like omgeeee! ok fine stare im late. and it was super awkward cos i didnt know what to do next.
the people in my class were really really quiet people. so quiet, i ate lunch with my sec sch friends.
and my classmates were pretty quiet for the next 2 years.
but i guess somehow myself with 9 other people 'formed a clique'. you know how cliques hang out, looking at each others' laptops, take photos together, organise outings, eat lunches together, talk nonsense? well we were NOTHING LIKE THAT. AT ALL. we only ate lunches together. with minimal talk. i think. details blur over the years.
so since i wasnt very close to my clique, i joined floorball. cos my sister did too. which was silly considering i wasnt a good player then. (come to think of it: even now, after 3 years.)
i was determined that since i was onto a fresh start, why not get a bf right? i mean theres like 1000++ guys right? one guy is bound to like me and vice versa right?
my grades werent really good, and it didnt help that i was intimidated by a class filled with smarticle peoples. but i wasnt really bothered, cos i was pretty sure i could make up for the grades in year 2 right?
Year 2
wrong to both.
for the guy part, lets just say there were guys (cute not tall short funny smart) but dating wasnt my thing yet. for the grades part, lets just say i did buck up in the 1st semester but dropped a little in the 2nd.
year 2 wasnt much happening. it passed just like that.
Year 3
this was the challenging year.
i was given a big role in floorball. i embarked on a project that took up 1 year. i had odd week attachments and even week lectures. i went to china for 6 weeks and cried during hari raya eve.
but the most eventful thing happened. just as a side note; ive been reading a book called The Tipping Point about how small events contribute to something significant. how things can change drastically.
and i think thats what happened. somehow the class reached our Tipping Point.
graduation? missed out on the first 2 years? too much silence in those 2 years? more time together between breaks in attachments? eating lunches in class? change in seating arrangements?
i really dont know why exactly, but what i know is that suddenly we had so much to talk about. our first impressions of each person. silly sec sch stories. burning questions we had to ask each other. random stories. gossip. anatomy and physiology. lectures.
and this is the whole point of this entry (i cant believe i talked so much nonsense just to say the point of my entry is 3P01). i'll continue tomorrow when my back hurts less.
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the tipping point; part 1
Monday, March 29, 2010
ive been sitting on my butt in front of the monitor; watching too much shinee and 2pm. and ive been meaning to begin my entries with the ending, the ending of my life as a ngee ann poly student.
time reallyyyyy passes wayyyy toooo fast.
so lets start with 3 years of memories.
year 1
let me just say i hate first days, except maybe the first day i came to the world. and it didnt help that on the 1st day was a LAB day and i came late. once i opened the door, everyone like turned and STARED at me! i was like omgeeee! ok fine stare im late. and it was super awkward cos i didnt know what to do next.
the people in my class were really really quiet people. so quiet, i ate lunch with my sec sch friends.
and my classmates were pretty quiet for the next 2 years.
but i guess somehow myself with 9 other people 'formed a clique'. you know how cliques hang out, looking at each others' laptops, take photos together, organise outings, eat lunches together, talk nonsense? well we were NOTHING LIKE THAT. AT ALL. we only ate lunches together. with minimal talk. i think. details blur over the years.
so since i wasnt very close to my clique, i joined floorball. cos my sister did too. which was silly considering i wasnt a good player then. (come to think of it: even now, after 3 years.)
i was determined that since i was onto a fresh start, why not get a bf right? i mean theres like 1000++ guys right? one guy is bound to like me and vice versa right?
my grades werent really good, and it didnt help that i was intimidated by a class filled with smarticle peoples. but i wasnt really bothered, cos i was pretty sure i could make up for the grades in year 2 right?
Year 2
wrong to both.
for the guy part, lets just say there were guys (cute not tall short funny smart) but dating wasnt my thing yet. for the grades part, lets just say i did buck up in the 1st semester but dropped a little in the 2nd.
year 2 wasnt much happening. it passed just like that.
Year 3
this was the challenging year.
i was given a big role in floorball. i embarked on a project that took up 1 year. i had odd week attachments and even week lectures. i went to china for 6 weeks and cried during hari raya eve.
but the most eventful thing happened. just as a side note; ive been reading a book called The Tipping Point about how small events contribute to something significant. how things can change drastically.
and i think thats what happened. somehow the class reached our Tipping Point.
graduation? missed out on the first 2 years? too much silence in those 2 years? more time together between breaks in attachments? eating lunches in class? change in seating arrangements?
i really dont know why exactly, but what i know is that suddenly we had so much to talk about. our first impressions of each person. silly sec sch stories. burning questions we had to ask each other. random stories. gossip. anatomy and physiology. lectures.
and this is the whole point of this entry (i cant believe i talked so much nonsense just to say the point of my entry is 3P01). i'll continue tomorrow when my back hurts less.