College, everything in a nutshell - interesting, fun, cold, challenging, new, adapt, good food, funny, understanding, winter in summer, hilarious, friendly, international, technological, different, very different, assignments, 70% internal, 30% external, I look gangster on my student ID, cool lecturers, fun lecturers, lecturers that will make you understand, crowded toilets, life applications...
... and because I'm in college, my survival backpack applies everyday, which includes
class necessities of tons of papers filed up, very little books and writing tools,
iPhone, wallet, keys, Swiss multi tool, tissue, extra cash slit in between compartments of my backpack, earphones, a random John Green book, a sweater and extra change of shirt.
Some of the above isn't even required in college - I am highly aware of that. Weighing me down figuratively? Not at all, it's like carrying a MacBook, nothing heavier. Then again, why am I carrying all of the above if some's not even needed? It never pays to be prepared, keeping in mind what I've learnt from backpacking trips, even since it doesn't even weigh me down at all, I can even run around with my backpack behind me!
Why are you even writing this?
I'm not sure
Conclusively, I need a Grid-It! Organiser.
(Howie, you are one random penguin)
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Monday, January 3, 2011
Random Sketch of a Sketch that's Random - 030111
Dark skies outside, too bad for those in school tho - I'm home, comfortably snugged under my blanket sketching this post after much travelling during the past year. Sketching, thats the word. College starts on the 19th, a mere 16 days to go. I'm pretty much looking forward to it, regardless of what people are complaining about.
That being said, it pretty much came to my attention that what I did last year pretty much exceeded my expectations, only because I was going by the flow. A quick retrace of footsteps -
In January I started school year as a fifth former (which many of the fourth formers last year are starting off today - good luck!). A huge slab of poop got thrown at me, namely SPM, figuratively weighing me down. Sport house spirits were high in the air, never have I thought would I ever get involve in marching, let alone co-lead one - that was a month later, even successfully grabbing pole position. March had some of us begin preps for the year's performance schedule, bringing about a cappella which later lost track.
Oh have many of us been looking forward to April - PRS Camp and the 3k run. 3k! Not 5k, despite what's being exaggerated by the school. Success and success. School's carnival and Teacher's Day performance on May. Fast forwarding to July, where being typical us, hastily prepared for both the school's and TTDI's IU Day. August being orchestral history, and I'm not going to elaborate - of those who were there to experience it, certainly brought the house down.
Blablabla, more rock climbing in September, when everything came to a halt in October, how that slab of poop was getting heavier by the second. As if I was being shat on every minute, pulling all nighters, reading subjects I may never even touch again. Pooping in November went by with a snap of a finger - remembering how before, I would use to always whine and dread about that very day I would be sitting on a toilet bowl, that 3 weeks of writing and thinking and writing and counting and more writing.
It's December already? Orchestral highlight season, travelling season. More importantly the travelling, which brought me to Singapore and Japan for a rough 2 weeks entering 3, and finally purchasing John Green's new book, Paper Towns, not exactly new, but what I've been searching for, for some time now.
I'm certainly not gonna miss the school uniforms, neither would I miss the early morning alarms. Especially since mine's cursed without a snooze button. Who and what I will tho, are the people who I won't be seeing in the near future, and the bond that had tied us closer to one another, regardless of who we were.
It's raining outside now, which means the air being more humid, rendering breathing to be deeper during jogs later.
By the way, I'm really hungry right now...
That being said, it pretty much came to my attention that what I did last year pretty much exceeded my expectations, only because I was going by the flow. A quick retrace of footsteps -
In January I started school year as a fifth former (which many of the fourth formers last year are starting off today - good luck!). A huge slab of poop got thrown at me, namely SPM, figuratively weighing me down. Sport house spirits were high in the air, never have I thought would I ever get involve in marching, let alone co-lead one - that was a month later, even successfully grabbing pole position. March had some of us begin preps for the year's performance schedule, bringing about a cappella which later lost track.
Oh have many of us been looking forward to April - PRS Camp and the 3k run. 3k! Not 5k, despite what's being exaggerated by the school. Success and success. School's carnival and Teacher's Day performance on May. Fast forwarding to July, where being typical us, hastily prepared for both the school's and TTDI's IU Day. August being orchestral history, and I'm not going to elaborate - of those who were there to experience it, certainly brought the house down.
Blablabla, more rock climbing in September, when everything came to a halt in October, how that slab of poop was getting heavier by the second. As if I was being shat on every minute, pulling all nighters, reading subjects I may never even touch again. Pooping in November went by with a snap of a finger - remembering how before, I would use to always whine and dread about that very day I would be sitting on a toilet bowl, that 3 weeks of writing and thinking and writing and counting and more writing.
It's December already? Orchestral highlight season, travelling season. More importantly the travelling, which brought me to Singapore and Japan for a rough 2 weeks entering 3, and finally purchasing John Green's new book, Paper Towns, not exactly new, but what I've been searching for, for some time now.
I'm certainly not gonna miss the school uniforms, neither would I miss the early morning alarms. Especially since mine's cursed without a snooze button. Who and what I will tho, are the people who I won't be seeing in the near future, and the bond that had tied us closer to one another, regardless of who we were.
It's raining outside now, which means the air being more humid, rendering breathing to be deeper during jogs later.
By the way, I'm really hungry right now...
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