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netball carn Thank whoever it is for music. When all else fails, music doesn't. I see you're failing. You're just getting the impression everyone else does./edit. 1.36pm Raffles ahoy. Matriculation went quite smoothly, happy to hear that we can still change our minds in December. But really, I doubt anyone would. After visiting the academic rooms and cca stalls we sat down in the canteen and happily fired questions at our befriender. Haha, helpful enough, at least I’ve a better idea of what I’m heading for.I wonder how exclusive the ruggers actually are. I didn’t even ask anything at the canoeing booth, I just got intimidated. The volleyball seniors were scary, but hey, they sound like fun. Co’s board was nice, but they sat there and looked at me. Well. Oh, and I saw my yx. -.- I want to do osl again next year, if I get the chance. I cut off the engineering path with my choice, but I open myself up to pharmacy, which is just about the only thing requiring h2 bio specifically. H3 chem is pharm chem.; appealing. Minus the fact my chem isn’t very good now. And the fact I’m trying unsuccessfully to study for a pharm chem. test on Monday. Earth to me. I’ve to let go before taking on new things successfully. Returned to school for netball carn after open house, mr tan was as usual saying a lot of lame things on the mike. ha, but he's nice. Poor Adeline had skin dropping off her foot, because she kind of burnt it running around. She sprained the same ankle, too. Ended up helping her to hop around, cute. It felt good basking in the all girls environment and whatever little sun there was that day. We did this victory lap thing around our banner after it ended, and took photos with the beautiful sky. Held class dinner at anna’s house, then we played polar bear. Which I haven’t played since India, and this time it was a lot more rowdy. Ms Huang came with her boyfriend, a chocolate cake, and yummy strawberry biscuits. (: It’s one of the best times I’ve had with the class so far, that free feeling you get, before recalling that o’s are 10 days away. This is random, but it’s fun to relive the memories I had during orientation 04. They actually asked us again this year if we wanted to get their classtee. And after some pushing they’re paying half the price for us. Good little juniors! Haha. We intend to crash their netball carn. The blogging world never fails to interest me. People come and go. And while they’re here you learn a lot about them. I lost an interesting read a few months back, but there are new additions. Blogs put you in perspective, which are telling. They’re windows, except the blogger determines how wide these windows are. It’s interesting how our writing styles change with certain incidents in our life. I think I should start working on my links cause there a lot of people who link me and I don’t link them. oops. Hmm. See, I’ve been trying to get a layout like that for quite a while. Some come close, but are not what I really want. Oh well. What can I say? True to yourself.Mmm, something tells me I should do something about farewell. Because while others are busy getting their gowns and dieting and thinking about how to do their hair, I’m acting as though I have another year to it. Which is pretty dumb of me, considering the amount of knowledge I have on stuff like this. Snort. My sis said she’d be an asset when I look for makeup. I don’t know, but at any rate, she’s better than I am. Younger, and very different. School officially ends in 2 weeks. The last week’s filled with activities. Farewell assembly on the 2nd, co farewell on fri/sat, and my cousin’s wedding on Sunday. After that week it’ll be over. I know we’re moving as a batch into year 5, but it’s just different. We’ll return to the role of junior again. There’s the inclusion of the other half of the population, like she said, you aren’t as free as you are before. I’ll stop wearing a pinafore after 10 whole years. There won’t be any more juniors around. And co farewell will really be farewell. Because since it’s the last week, I won’t be seeing them in school again. I’ll miss the sec2s, somehow. Maybe it’s because I know a lot of them, maybe it’s because they’re the ones I really watched grow up, maybe it’s because there are some I talk to regularly and get along well with. Or maybe there’s no particular reason, just a bond, a feel. I like how I can fall back on meeting them to make everything so much more alive. I’ve had my share of disappointments with them, but special memories have also been made. And I appreciate the amount of trust some have in me, the promises made, broken, and kept. But sec2s always change in year 3. If I do come back next year, how much would you all have changed? Maybe she’ll still be scoring a 4.0 gpa. Maybe she’ll have grown taller. [vic told me to come back just for this reason] maybe she’ll have improved tremendously. Maybe she’d have fulfilled her own expectations. Maybe lijie would have taught a junior about situational awareness. I can’t even rmb when I did, but it’s always such that people don’t know how large a mark they make on that piece of plain, white paper that was originally you. But see, you’ve to let go. Comprehensible entry. Explicit. |
