Come to think of it, I haven't really been blogging about anything much since Orientation. Most of the updates are just there for the sake of being there. Since I have the mood now, like promised, I think this post is going to be a rather fat and juicy one.

JC has started for a good 4 months already. And when you really think about it, JC is actually fun, but the reason why most people are always feeling sian is because of the lack of sleep that they have. Who can deny that they have fun when we're around with our classmates? Or when we stay till late into the night with our CCA mates? So when friends ask me how is JC life so far, I always tell them, "It's fun, but tiring no doubt."

Well besides all fun and games, JC also brings studying to a whole new level, at least for me. Like the amount of stuff you have to remember, especially for an Arts student like me, is incredible. One term of History notes can match 2 years of Secondary school History notes. How's that for size? Then again, I also realised that, essentially, all you have to do is make sure that you listen during lectures, make the effort to do your work, and things should work out.

What's next on the list? Council. From interview, to selection camp where I pulled my stomach muscle, to LTC where I over-strained my back muscle, to commendation, to now, stepping up as the active council of the college. I wouldn't say I've come a long way, but I wouldn't say I've not moved either. I know the journey has just began, and there is more to come. I forgot where or who I heard this from, but we have to remember that, in council, when you're faced with difficulties, you are not alone. You have 41 other fellow friends facing it together with you. :

This last part is going to be un-understandable to people unless you know me really well. At last, now I see meaning in what I am doing. 5 years ago I screwed up once, 2 years ago another time, and finally this time I got things right, I hope. Of course the reason for screwing up has always been made known to me already, but being who I am, I chose to just chuck it one side and not think about it. But as someone had told me before, for every one year we grow older by, we are supposed to grow more sensible by one bit. Haiz, guess its time to finally nip something that has manifested for 6 years in the bud.


Think, then talk.