So.

Today’s my first day in college.

Just like 5 years ago when I had my first day in SMK USJ 12. I had no memory of that first day, surprisingly, when I searched my mind for that particular day. I cant remember what I felt, what I saw. However, I remembered when I first sat down in class beside Hazwani, she had asked me whether I was a malay. Lol.

And 11 years ago when I had my first day in SJK (c) Lick Hung. I couldnt remember the exact feelings I had when I first stepped into that big school compound. I recalled my neighbour, Shun Yee offering me her colour pencils when I had none.

I’ll never forget about myfirst day in kindergarten when I was 5 years old. My dad had dropped my brother and I in Wondertots and left for work. Both of us, terrified out of our wits, wailed loudly and chased him to the gates. Looking at the increasing ditance between his car and us, we went into screaming fits and hung onto the gates. My dad saw all that, he stopped the car by the roadside and walked towards us. He tried his best to give us reassurance, but we were too petrified to calm down. In the end, he had no choice but to leave us like that. And the teachers had to drag us into the house. Lol. I still remember clearly the way I wrapped myself protectively around my brother. And when he asked if he could take a book from the shelf and I said no. Lol. Well, I was a kid mar.

Now. About my first day in college?

The whole day I was worrying about something. Lol. It wont be er, nice to mention bout it here.

Well, listened to talks about introduction to Taylors and IT labs and libraries and A levels. I was msging with a friend throughout all the talks. Lol. Yea, cos it was kinda boing la, but I did pay attention!

My class mentor gives me a scary feeling leh. So strict and straightforward. Lol.

And when I sat down beside another classmate, the first question she had asked me is are you a malay? Man do I really look like one to everyone????? And you bet I had a sense of dejavu. Again. Wherever I go also people asked me that! In NS time, I cant even count the number of times people told me they thought I was a malay leh!

Sigh.

The one thing that’s memorable is the first friend I made there, but too bad she’s not in the same class as I am. She’s a cute lil girl, kinda shy and quite soft-spoken. The first friend I know that attended international school before. Lol.

Oh well. That’s that. My class schedule is a bomb leh. Classes from 8am to 4 pm 3 days a week! Can die leh!

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