School Life

3 years ago, back in year 1, semester 1.
One early morning I was taking bus 95 to school. As usual, the bus was caught in the slight jam that happens before the turning into NUS.
Anyway, there I was, my mind practically switched off, when I heard someone mentioned material science.
It wasn't difficult to deduce that that someone was majoring in material science. Hah. Same as me, I thought. My senior.
Then there she was, complaining to her friend, about how tough the modules were. And I don't know if I remembered wrongly, but I thought she mentioned Xue Jun Min too. So she said the modules were difficult, she didn't really understand, etc etc...

I was staying at Prince George then. And days before, we sort of have this meet the professors event or something at Prince George. It was then that I had a little conversation with this professor which went like this:

He: "So what u majoring in?"
Me: "Erm..Material Science."
He: "Oh. Thats a difficult course."
Me: "Huh. Okay."

So there. Difficult major. But oh well, I sort of just went into everything head first, eyes blindfolded, hands tied behind my back.

Then in the blink of an eye. Here I am. My final, 4th year.

Can't believe I survived everything.

Modules this sem seems really tough. I hate it when things become abstract. And there seems to be so much maths. Sometimes I wish I was taking some arts modules, at least I think I would have lesser difficulty understanding things. It takes a great effort to understand the things I am reading, and to make sense out of all the equations and maths. I even thought I was abit dyslexic once.

Then I would wish that NUS actually needed lecturers to go through some English oral examination which they have to pass before they're being allowed to teach. Then I won't also have to try to understand their English in midst of all the other complex and abstract things which I am trying to take in as well.

But oh well. After all's being said, this is afterall, my last year in NUS. So really have to appreciate this little last chapter of school life. It's been tough. But I am glad though. Glad of the freedom school life brings.

And more importantly. I am not suffering alone. Hah. At least I have company - friends who would look at journals like it was written in hieroglyphics. Or look at lecturers like they were speaking Greek.

Sore Throat

School's reopening and I've got a sore throat.

This could only mean one thing.

I am allegic to school.

End of Work/BBQ

It's been a while since I've updated. Work has ended about 2 weeks ago. School is starting. Holidays are over in the blink of an eye. Sigh. Time doesn't stop. 4 core modules this semester. And I'd be busy with FYP. Hope the FYP experience will be a good one. Not like my useless IA project.

Anyway, I'm glad work is over already. It was one very monotonous, boring and tedious one month. And my work environment isn't exactly very good.


Presenting to you, my work place. My desk. Or rather, just my chair. My desk was my lap. Or the floor.

The room was terribly crammed. And to think it was made even crammer with new boxes I had to packed before I left. There was only one single path from my chair to the door. And I couldn't even make a full 180° turn. I remembered when I first knew I had to work in the room, I thought to myself that fortunately, I wasn't claustrophobic. The room was also quite dusty.

So, that's how I spent my entire day at work. Sitting on that chair. Oh, and if you were wondering, the chair is actually broken. I feel that I was being paid to stone, stare into space and sleep more than to work. Or perhaps I was too efficient in sorting the mails. I definitely spent more time dazing and sleeping than actually sorting mails.

So what have I learnt from this work experience?

Firstly, I've learnt to squeeze 2kg amount of stuff into a bag meant to hold 1kg of items. Secondly, I think I've really built up on my patience. I could sit on that chair and stone for half the day. Thirdly, I've learnt to actually fall asleep while sitting in that tiny corner of the room - I've become quite a contortionist. Lastly, NEVER EVER EVER ask the bank to hold mails for you. Don't be lazy! If it's yours, you jolly well keep the mails yourself, and not make some poor soul have to sort, file and pack mails in a tiny dusty room.

I said I enjoy this job better than my IA in my previous post. Come to think of it, maybe I was too quick to judge. Hah. This job is quite terrible too.

Anyway, had BBQ with my pri/secondary friends. We didn't take any group photos (Why didn't we??! WhY?!) And this is about the best "group photo" I can find. Its the photo which has the most of "us" in it.


Cups with our names on it. Haha.

We had our BBQ somewhere very near my house (5 mins walk). Started at around 7, and BBQ'ed all the way till 12+. Talked alot about the past - primary school, secondary school and JC days. Reminiscing makes one feel old. Reminiscing has this bittersweet taste to it. Sweet because such memories are so dear. It reminds you of your past innocence and reminds you how much you've grown. Bitter, because it does just that. You come to the realisation that such times are long gone. So far from reach now...makes one wish that he should have treasured the days of the past more.

Okay, tomorrow is Sunday.
The very last day of this 3 months long vacation.
Time to go back to school.

But I want more holday, damn it!!!!!!!!
I don't want to go back to school!!!!!!!!