I just feel like blogging

In the past, I used to blog everyday.
All the nonsensical stuffs that people don't want to read.
May be now I still do.
It's just me.
I like to put my tiny opinion on everything.


For a moment I just stopped typing and watch the clouds outside my window drift by. Mesmerising. And it some what made me feel sad. The moving clouds, are like time passing by, never stopping and can never turn back. The clouds probably won't be the same any more, no matter what.


Poly life made me forget all the tiny events that we used to have in government schools. Teachers Day, I forgot totally about it until I saw this poster showing the promotion for Teachers Day. Ms Yee would be gone on the 30th and the next time I see her would probably be in mid December for her tea reception.

And that, probably and most likely,the last time I would be seeing her.


She taught us every single year since our entry to SP, she being a rather new lecturer as well. She was still single when we first met her in year one (all the fun we had was in year one) and she had totally no intention of finding a partner, and of course, tying the knot has never crossed her mind.

Year two, she got a boyfriend. She was so happy and shy about it, though she looked more tired compared to how cheerful she was in year one. She's probably stressed, like us, haha. But she was happy, we were happy for her too=)

And come year three, our last year in SP, she's getting married! She's going back to Malaysia and won't continue teaching in SP. We all know how much she love teaching, but she was willing to make this sacrifice for her marriage I guess, and we were all so touched :(


We'll definitely miss her, so much. Her cheerfulness, really silly side jokes and just attending her lessons. Not forgetting all the songs she wrote to help us remember our stuffs, haha. Hope she'll have a blissful marriage, and keep in touch with us. She's really a wonderful teacher, and she really deserve the best in the world.


Left her a farewell gift before I went home after my fyp (this teacher is really f***ed up), and I really saw the extreme ends of lecturers. How nice and enthusiastic one is, how evil and lazy the other one is. Classic.


Maybe I have changed and have turned into some one I am not, some one I was and now not. More materialistic, more tactless, more pretense, more long-winded, more plastic, more realistic and more disappointed with the world.

But that is still me, a changed one though?

I don't know, people change.
From what they learn, what they experience.
Twenty years down the road, you'll change, you'll adapt to the environment. Whether people can still accept you, is really based on the thing inside you that cannot be changed no matter what.


Feeling really lousy and lethargic lately. Fyp is draining quite some energy from me, and so are other stuffs. Holidays don't seem like holidays, family don't seem like family, happiness don't seem like happiness.

Immunology.
The science and study of being immune-ed.
So stoned, so soul-less......