Sunday, November 30, 2008

End of formal education!!!!!!!!

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Thursday, November 27, 2008

demoralised. I don't wanna fail ok... sigh sigh.

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Monday, November 24, 2008

I have resigned to fate.

After a thorough calculation of my gpa - yes i know, i shouldnt be doing that OR blogging, should be studying instead - i've found out that it is almost impossible, an uphill struggle, to graduate with a summa cum laude.

basically i would need something like 4As, 1A- and 1B+ minimum in order to hit that elusive 3.8 mark. Which is seriously impossible.

It's time to throw in the towel. sigh. i cant say that it doesnt matter to me cos it does, the results-oriented part of me is screaming NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooo......... But then the sour grapes part of me is saying, grades are important but they dont matter that much anymore honey. sigh. 5 years down the road i'll be looking at this blog post and thinking "what the... damn childish la!" as i always do when i look back at my blog posts in JC1, 2003 (which is coincidentally exactly 5 years ago!)

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Friday, November 21, 2008

last presentation in SMU...

I need all the luck in the world not to screw this up...

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Monday, November 17, 2008

As I approach the end of my university life and reach the end of formal education, my thoughts and feelings could perhaps be summed up in this song below:

And now, the end is near,
And so I face the final curtain.
My friends, I'll say it clear;
I'll state my case of which I'm certain.

I've lived a life that's full -
I've travelled each and every highway.
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets? I've had a few,
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course -
Each careful step along the byway,
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew,
When I bit off more than I could chew,
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way.

I've loved, I've laughed and cried,
I've had my fill - my share of losing.
But now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that,
And may I say, not in a shy way -
Oh no. Oh no, not me.
I did it my way.

For what is a man? What has he got?
If not himself - Then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way.

Yes, it was my way.

Ok lah, a bit melodramatic. But when you look at each and every word, wasn't 16 years of formal education exactly summed up in this song? I can think of so many things and events that happened pretty much the way each line of the song describes it to have occured.

I'm not really feeling the significance of it all yet - the end of formal education and the beginning, for real now, of adulthood and the working world. But it's a good step. I have a good feeling about this :) More uncertainty than ever ahead, yet I've never felt so certain before in my life.

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Tuesday, November 11, 2008

One year on, the treks and beautiful scenery of India are calling out to me again...


Unfortunately only accessible from April to October. Any takers? ;)

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Friday, November 07, 2008

Seriously, nobody makes noodles like the Vietnamese.

Talking to yq now and we're both just gianing PHO!!! Staple food of Indochina, had it every single morning (ok almost every single) while travelling through Laos, Cambodia, Vietnam... Mmmm. Stomach is growling very badly now. I WANT.

Together with a thick cup of ice coffee. omggggggggggg

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Tuesday, November 04, 2008

i hate it when i brush my teeth.

cos everytime i'm brushing my teeth, some new revelation will hit me and i'll be thinking to myself "mmm thats a good idea!" or "how come i never thought about it before?" and by the time i'm done wiping my mouth and coming back to the laptop i would have forgotten ALL about it. sigh, so much for inspiration.

anyway, today hasn't been very productive. my life is kind of suspended in some kind of limbo; there's something lying on the tracks and the train cant move forward until that's out of the way. I cant just roll over it, i must wait for it to get up and call me or send me an email - anything!!! some form of indication please.

Waiting is the most painful and yes, i remember ginny telling me this once before. the wait is always the most excruciating! ah...

From where i'm sitting at my laptop, i can see a couple of A4 boxes with words printed at the side and one word that catches my eye is "purpose". what is my purpose in school? what is it in life? what is life going to be like after graduating? yesterday, for the first time in my 22 years of life (actually 21 years and 358 days to be exact), i thought of what lies beyond graduation. financial planning. some say you start retirement planning once u begin your first job. not just working, but also saving and drawing out your own financial future. its just scary thinking about it and i think for 3 and a half years i have put off thinking about it until now, when i'm less than 1 month away from graduating. want to get married? want to buy house? want to go for honeymoon? want to buy car? It seems like going into adulthood (or specifically, married life perhaps some time in the future) would mean endless streams of paying off this, that and after, your child's education. and the next car, and the next house. the singaporean dream consists of this endless chasing.

its just so, stickly. why cant it just be "i work, i earn enough to enjoy, and i enjoy my work"? simple and sweet. haha.. c'est la vie huh. c'est la vie.

Tu est Sarkozy?

Haha got quite a tickle out of this one today. Enjoy!

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To read list

Don Quijote by Miguel De Cervantes
East and West by Christ Patten
Hong Kong by Jan Morris
Le Peau de chagrin by Honoré de Balzac
1984 by George Orwell


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