Godspeed.

It's amazing how time really flies. Collectively, 3 years seems like a long time but when you break it down, it's not much time, actually. 3 years, 365days a year would give 365 x 3 = 1095, providing one year being a leap year, fine. 1096 days at the most. A thousand rotations of the same routine would make it sound even longer right? Well, it does, but it's not.

'02 la okay. Class trip to Melaka or somewhere.

3 years ago, I was in my second last year of high school. I had this booklet that described all the pre-universities that were popular at the time (A-levels, ADP etc.). I was reading through it in class with my friend and my form teacher wasn't too happy with us not attempting work at hand. Typical la right? It was just English, it was even Lit. So I was asking her which pre-uni was good. She told me,"Why bother about it now? Get your work done." So, whatever right? I was just form 4.

Omg, rachel. Look what I found! Haha.

2 years back, all the hype was on about which pre-uni everybody was heading to. Everybody had so many prospects and so much potential. Everyone started prepping themselves for the trials and then our finals. Of course, in the midst of all the franticness, we graduated. It's more symbolic than anything else. Personally, I think we should have graduated after our finals. Anyhoo, we graduated and it hit everyone that the best part of their lives were over - according to some, at least.

It's never goodbye. It's see you later. Adios.

A year ago, quite a proportion of my now ex-schoolmates went to a different college. I stood my ground and went in fresh. Orientation. Crap. Nobody goes for it anyway, right? Well, things sped up and I was sitting for my finals. Pre-uni ended and this was the start of another new chapter of life. Graduated again, and yet, another year older. Although, i still regard my pre-uni life harder than uni itself.

Had a speech of appreciation for my Chem teacher on Teacher's Day. She was awesome.

And then again, I enrolled in to a university of choice (sorta). AND there it is again, the big-O. Okay, not sexually, bitches. Orientation la. Bla bla bla, yaada yaada yada. I'm here now. 15/8/08. Now that I think of it, I DO have some regrets but doesn't everyone? I should have taken my teachers more seriously. Shouldn't have played them for fools. Minta maaf, cikgu.

Stupid cow. Wanna go to the beach? HAHA.

My tuition teacher once explained that as we age, more technological advances arise and that's why time passes by more quickly. As in, he meant that there was more things to do la, globalisation and all. He also said "When I was a kid in the kampung ah, time passed really slow. We climbed all the trees and swam in all the tin mines. I really enjoyed my childhood."

Okay, end of post. Sorta nonsensical. Erm, *awkward moment*. At the end of the day, its how much you've accomplished without leaving anything behind, really. A friend told me, frankly, I can't remember who, that s/he had a friend that was a top scorer, had a really good network of friends, had good positions in clubs. Basically, a very impressive CV. But, the thing is, after all that work, he realised he didn't have a close group of friends to share things with. So, why bother? If you can give up that kinda friendship for success then go ahead, BUT I gotta tell you, you're missing out on a lot. It's fundamental to have great friends, imho.

*The pictures ARE in chronological order. And the were from the corresponding years. Enjoy!

Like a bolt out of the blue,
ColiNgeow.

Spoilt for Choice.

When you go shopping, right. Probably for clothes. What you want would probably be choices, no? Or something that would fit your age group. Kay, that sorta fits as being a "choice" - sorta. Well, if you were to be spoilt for choice, you'd of course enjoy yourself right? Kay, assume everything IS affordable lah. With a variety, you'd of course have picked out a few things. If you could only get one, which would you get? Which would you prefer? Which would be your preferred choice? Okay, shut up. Let's say you can't pick both, Mr. Smart Alec.


Okay, you were having lunch - you want a meal. Think Asia Cafe or that food square in ss2 or ss4 - a place with a lot of choices la. You walk rounds and rounds but you don't know what to eat. You shortlist the shops. One by one, you end up with two shops. Which do you pick? Haha, you're screwed now. Unlike the paragraph before this, you can't eat gobble down 2 meals. How are you gonna manage? Choices, choices.

What about in school? You didn't have much choice right? But you settled for it anyway. People grumble and complain about having so little to choose from. We tend to grow with it and get used to it in due time, no? Well, if the food was good, you wouldn't give two-hoots about if the choice was bad right? I mean, you can't eat the same thing everyday but assuming that quality is in the emphasis, rather than quantity (not totally ignoring the latter). Wouldn't that solve the problem?


And between A and B, if you picked B. You'd probably regret picking B and think, "if only I had taken A". You're gonna end up regretting anyway. So why choose anyway? Why go through the trouble of choosing and its "forthcomings"? I don't know really. I guess the reason lies in some people wanting B and others, A.

Where am I going with this? Many people don't know what to eat. So, we give them more choices. They are still unhappy. How to go about la? Improve the quality lah! So, it's taking it from a different point of view, basically.


Thinking outside the box doesn't normally solve the problem, but at times people just forget to do so - when it is most crucial. Another thing is that, based on this concept, if you were to rely everything on thinking outside the box, you'd end up with 1 stall with extremely delicious food. Yeah, then what about A and B? Some people want A. Some people want B. Well, then incorporate some common sense then. Get a few shops with good food!
Thinking outside the box and having common sense. Master those then. Easier said than done. Adios!

A nameless face of which,
A name unknown,
ColiNgeow.