It could be easier for other people, but I just don’t know why I always get stranded in this matter. Some friends ask me to give up while some encourage me to go on if I know what I am doing as I know myself the best. Either one could be the tonic in solving this problem while another may put myself further deep in the grief. The situation forces me to lead my life by adopting one of the ways then followed by another. During the mission, I have found out that I demand less and less as I already understand the theory which says the higher the demand, the bigger the disappointment. However, sometimes I just can’t figure why I can be enjoying and happy for a couple of hours but in the end, a little matter will arise within the blinking of an eye and drastically change the fate of my life on that particular day. I have already turned 20, I really hope myself not to struggle in this stifling problem anymore and squander so much time in talking and sharing about this with my friends. I wonder why there will never be a pleased outcome following the sharing or rather story-telling session. I am like addicted to talking about the topic, will appear kind of abnormal if I stop dealing with this affair one day. Who can be my savior now?.......Perhaps only the person who creates the lock can unlock himself with the only key. As the time passes, the key will finally appear. Winning or losing key? Though the latter may free me from any anguish, I somehow look forward to the victory.

2-week orientation

The FINALE NIGHT on 7th March spelled the end of my 2-week orientation in IMU. Throughout these 2 weeks, I had gone through ups and downs with all my active Group 9 members. With an average of 5-6 sleeping hour as well as only 1 or 2 meals per day, we were still able to put in our maximum effort and strive till the last second. It’s simply because we were strong and perseverant as our group name, NINE 9 (耐久) tells. The history of the IMU orientation might have scared bunches of people away (including my group, with 14 people gone missing), but the remaining ones really enjoyed all the way till the free-food nite. HAHA. Experienced wetting game- ICE BREAKERS in the IMU basement carpark, INDOOR TREASURE HUNT in which one of the zombies ambushed and made me fall in the toilet (paiseh), 5-hour OUTDOOR TREASURE HUNT, which was torturing and humiliating (Fortunately all group members didn’t succumb to the ‘evil power’ and managed to make it till the end). Weekends weren’t a break for us as time running out for Dress Code 1 preparation. We worked days and nights, but the outcome wasn’t proportional to our effort as some of us spent time chit-chatting while hardworking girls continued doing painting. Eventually we had to skip 7 sketches from other groups to do the 1st rehearsal of our show. Performance was satisfying. Practiced 2 dances in the morning for the TELEMATCH at night. We showed a high team spirit despite hostile conditions and stiff challenges from other 13 groups. The next day, our Dress Code 2 was questioned by the judges for not following the proper theme. It doesn’t matter as we became more determined in making the most crucial event-The Variety Nite a successful and impressive one. With the massive contribution from Justin Lee as the sketch director and script writer, we progressed smoothly and steadily, we came out with a fascinating and romantic sketch which succeeded in convincing the judges to give a high mark of 83 over 85. IMSS performance did win some applause and compliments from the audience for its unique and multitalented story line. All the memory gotten from the orientation would not be sweet and long-lasting without arduous group 9 members—Siobhan, Wei-Yee, Sylvester, Pei Jie(Leader), Yong Kang(Me), Deborah, Rezzuan, Siew Yee, Rafaella and last but not least, the most enthusiastic OO(orientation officer)—Yuan Liang, Justin Lee, Jeannie, Wen Peng, William Goh, Sin Chin, Yuen Herng, Desmond Ong, Say Yee, See Wei, Qiqi, Rui Yi, Jia Yi. Two spies, Szu May and Xin Ying, also make some impacts on our group development. In a nutshell, thanks everyone for making my 1st 2 weeks in IMU so memorable. You guys are the BEST!!!!!

the day that has made the difference

1/7/07 was a memorable day for me. My registration day at Cendana College. Felt quite helpless there as I din know what to do 1st n next. I was asked to put my name in the last column of a table which had already 5 names written on it. Glad to c that all r Chinese there. hehe. I checked in the room with a clumsy look with parents. Sneezed more than 10x in cleaning the bed and the locker. Shit…Did shopping in SACC. Made a conclusion: KLCC is the sky. SACC is the land. After that its was the time to wave goodbye with parents and brother and his gf who were waiting inside the black car outside. I din steal the last few steps walking out to the entrance with parents as I know my tear-bearing kungfu not reach home. A day b4 was still together in De Palma Hotel in section 20. Long time I had not been dropping tear bcoz of family dy. But this time really had to. 1st time in my life to stay in hostel. Some 400 km away from hometown. Surrounded by strangers who looked very geng. The feeling really cannot be described using pen n ink. After a while Jxxxxx(HEHE) came and ‘speaking’ to me o. I showed a stunted face, like telling him’pls give me sometime to arrange my English sentences 1st.’My old frens sure know the reason la. only use malay n mandarin n Cantonese in 18years. Suddenly ask me speaking. Where can???Then everyone started using English. I cant tahan anymore and declared that I can speak cine well only. This problem was shared by my another roommate, TTYC also(Luckily,Hehe). Hence he became my mandarin listener while still practicing ‘speaking’ with other ‘surface’ bananas. Thanks god that they were very friendly and willing to teach, guide and correct me in speaking. They dispelled my coward and slowly built up my confidence. Really thanks a lot to 5 of u. Soon after the development of the speaking culture, I discovered that we were the only group of Chinese ppl who communicated in English despite able to use mandarin. Made ppl misunderstand we were all bananas. Being a banana but duno really can speak English…Funny ehhh..but I felt even more funny when I spoke mandarin with housemates after that..what a dramatic change in life..but like it very much..will extend the culture FOREVER perhaps..