want one, get one

Okay, I guess my lecturer for EN isn't that scary after all - but she does place alot of emphasis on assignments so I guess I was panicking again last night because I couldn't remember when my 3000 word essay was due. I also vaguely remember something about a test either this/next week I AM SO SCREWED ;( I feel like no matter what I study or how much, it's just not syncing.

Guess God lets us know that we can always turn to Him whenever the going gets tough - he's been placing small little reminders from lovely friends whenever I feel like crying. Thanks D for the lovely email it made me laugh :) Was feeling pretty miffed about how meeting turned out, so much for work ethics. Thankfully it didn't turn out to be a wasted trip because things were actually discussed. Dinner was awesome too, first time eating out with the bunch of them - pretty eventful car trip with poor Potato squashed without space.

CG was pretty ineffective for me this week since I admit, I was a wuss and didn't want to share much. But what do you know, in the end I still ended up talking about what was bugging me to D. Dinner was nice too, pretty much testing the BeepBeep theory on unsuspecting souls but in the end my bubble burst on Friday when Shankar refuted it very calmly.

"Life is too short, don't take it too seriously"

I think as I grow older, my humour does too. Not the funny person anymore I'm afraid.

But I guess I really have to DEAL with things now, since I'm all grown up and learn how to take charge of situations sometimes.

Orientation was pretty nice going back for! (: Reached CJC with WQ and we were randomly walking around Quadrangle bumping into juniors and council teachers before heading down to visit Co-op Aunty who engaged us in the perils of University. Gosh, how I miss the CJC Canteen - it's really a timeless experience sitting there lepaking and being half mindful of the "toot, toot, toot" bell. Timeless because we lose track of time just talking over our bi-fruit juices and chocolate rolls (Deli aunty remembered my order was very impressed). Saw Miss Yang as well. Before heading upstairs to watch Finale Afternoon/Evening. Despite the drowning ringing in my ears, felt really at home sitting down, listening to Maj's familiar rants, Cherie's hyperlameable self ("Omg I can SMELL their sweat! OYA. OHNO") and walking around to the toilets and the very freezing LT5/6 (can't remember). No matter how much older I get, I think this place will have a special place in my heart. We learnt about symbolic interactionism in school this week and it's true - people do attach meanings to places and things. For me, that's CJC. I can't possibly imagine myself elsewhere. Too much memories here, lovely, some sad, but mostly good.

Was actually having a deep conversation with a friend about about "aren't you a little old to be going back" and stuff. Part of me was angry at first, after all, to each her own and if I'm patriotic to my school so be it. Then I decided to be more rational about the matter and I realised, my whole life I've been pledging my loyalty to organisations - first IJ Council, then CJC, then CJC33rd and CA. My life is basically defined by the groups of people. And I was a little afraid I guess. Seems like there's not much of a real me. Is there? I don't know.

I have no idea where my future is headed too, much less the things I'm involved in uni. God help me make sense. And Jac, please interceed. :) Lovely house and family you have btw.

In all this pray, Amen.