The Overwhelming Sadness

I am taking a Japanese course right now.

I don't think I fare well in this course.

Today, I received my essay from my sensei, it was full of red corrections and comments.

I felt so devastated. I couldn't seem shake off this bitter taste of sadness.

Perhaps, I was too full of myself.

Arrogance blinded me.

And yet I thought I was the best.

What a naive girl!

The Friend

I used to be from a vernacular secondary school. Everyone looks the same, and is the same. We speak the same mother tongue, share the same culture and think in the same way. But the world is much wider than what I used to think of.

In the group assignment of my minor course, I have this opportunity of getting to know with H, a very wise Malay lady with her own interpretation of life, and Y, a mainland Chinese guy with his own vision and dream. By conversing with them, I realise that I have been a frog in the well in my 21 years of living.

I will definitely miss them.

The Speech

The weak and frail girl was invited to deliver a speech during the introduction night of the school. The girl did what she could, she prepared her script and braced herself, hoping not to reveal her nervousness on stage. She was afraid that she would stutter and gave in to her fear. It ended well. All hail to Miss Rowena for nurturing her into a speaker who can talk bravely on stage.

The Student

There was a student who had very high expectation of herself. She hoped to score the highest marks in all the courses she was enrolled in. But little did she know there would always be somebody else better than her. She felt depressed, unwilling to embrace reality. Nothing can stop her tears. 

No one can stop her tears, but herself. She realised that the only way to satisfy her expectation would be to work harder than ever before. You stand up at the place you fall. This is the golden rule of the universe. Nobody can help you to achieve your dreams but yourself. Strive harder, do your best and hope for the best. Remember, great success does not come with little effort. Small people can also do great things. 

The Girl

The girl, who has a lot of things on her mind.

The girl, who is both the Head of Division of Wushu and the Secretary of Chemistry Society.

The girl, who was forced into becoming a committee member of the Mandarin Librarian Unit.

The girl, who has a lot of pending tasks and assignments.

The girl, who is deprived of sleep.

The girl, who has insomnia almost every night.

The girl.

Gasping for breath, yearning for rest.

The girl is exhausted.

The Fall

It was a quiet and starry night when a sudden weakness engulfed me and the strength in my legs gave away. Starting to fall in a forward manner, my left knee involuntarily knelt down, hoping to protect my body from making contact with the rough ground. Instead, my left knee took the toll. The moment the flesh embedded into the jagged and uneven tar road, blood gushed out from my knee. Oh, it looks terrible, I thought. And indeed, upon closer inspection, the wound had the size of an old 50 cent coin, while at the same time, I noticed tiny tar fragments and specks of dust sticking on my seemingly serious wound.

The First Impression

It has been five days since my arrival at Perak Matriculation College. And if you ask me to enumerate about these few days, I would say, they were hellish but in the same time, exciting and thrilling.

What have I been through? Endless morning exercise programs and games, and when there are games, punishments ensue. Well, these interesting games were designed and organised by our seniors.  Not to boast, but de facto, I wholeheartedly felt that the games were flawless and enjoyable. I really loved them and look forward to every morning session during the MBPP (orientation) week.

The seniors are just like our elder brothers or sisters. If you have any inquiries or even dilemmas, you can just ask them without feeling shy. They would explain and share their experiences happily and willingly, well, except for questions like whether they are still single or not. They are friendly, and I really love all of them.

And I really enjoyed the moral sessions, where seniors explained things related to academic and co-curriculum. And the talk by Mr David? Wow, awesome. I have never seen the teachers in my previous schools to take such interesting initiative to remove the gap between teachers and students. You know what? The lecturer, the LECTURER, sang the song Let It Go in front of us, with cape, fake snow and, what's even more astonishing is that he even danced according to the official music video! Can you imagine that? I was so dazed and shocked that I thought I forgot to breathe. Interesting, very interesting.

I went to bed at 11.00pm and woke up at 3.40am. For your information, the morning sessions were held at 5.45am. If you are late for even a minute, oh dear, you are done for. Punishments. As I had only 4 to 5 hours sleep, I slept like a log, in contrast to those who still couldn't get used to the bed here.

Lastly, I would like to use this opportunity to express gratitude to our lovely and amiable seniors. Thank you for what you guys have done for us and good luck in your university days. Arigatō!