Now That's It's Over...
My polytechnic years have unofficially concluded. No more dozing off in boring lectures and dimly-lit lecture halls. No more 1-hour tutorials at stupid timeslots. No more wearing of my pristine white lab coat. No more lugging home 2 KG of hard-cover library books for my research work. No more 50-pages reports or PowerPoint slides to compile. No more petty, immature arguments because of group work.

I don't harbour any ill-feelings towards any of the negative things that had occured all these while. Neither can I say I truly enjoy or love them. Yes, there were definitely good times of fun and laughter. But it all ends there; there's nothing more to it. I can only describe my feelings towards all the people I've met in NYP as apathetic.

Still, it was a nice feeling hearing the synchronised cheering of the Year 3's echoing throughout the indoor sports hall after the teacher declared the end of the last exam paper yesterday. (:


This wasn't what I wanted at all when I applied for my post-secondary school education. It's pretty common for polytechnic students to change course after the first year. But I stuck to FS on my father's advice: use the diploma as a passport to university. When a diploma is used that way, it is no different from an 'A' level certificate. Except that we're required to have a near perfect GPA to get into local universities.

Day 1 of my holidays and I'm already bored. Time to start registering for my stuff and part-time job to max out all 7 days of the week! :D

P.S.: I love the little girl my neighbour's babysitting! I would see her when I'm on my way to school and she would be there at the metal door grilles. The first few times she was too shy to acknowledge me. But she came out by herself to greet me when she heard me yesterday and waved me goodbye with a big smile! *heart melts to a puddle* My efforts to reach out to her hasn't been in vain. Wheee! (:

CHARMAINE CHEONG.

I’m a somebody and a nobody. I’m rational and emotional. I’m critical but I’m non-judgemental.

I like my things categorized by types and chronologically. I like taking photos to preserve the moments of my life. I like dystopian literature. I like reading Wikipedia articles at random. I like travelling to foreign lands and seeing the world. I like long conversations over good food. I like pop and classical music. I like guitars. I like cats. I like writing random, mushy letters and notes to the people important to me. I have a whole long list of things that I like, but you’ve got to get to know me better to know them all.