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Symptoms of A Failing Heart

Sunday, March 19, 2006

Ending Chapter of ITE Life

seNGET crossed his heart at 1:40 AM  
yesterday marks the last day of my ITE life. with no exam papers and all my projects completely done and handed in, i'm finally free, free of stress and whatever things that makes me moody. i am considered the lucky ones as other classes still have lesson next week and not forgetting, exams. so all the best to keong, weitong, ben and khiaseng! basically, no more school from now on! until i finish my national service to go to polytechnic of course.


still, i'm having this mixture of happy and sad feeling. happy that i'm gonna graduate as a student with a ITE certificate in Information Technology. sad because i'm gonna miss all my great friends in ite tampines and also the DELICIOUS malay food in my canteen. 95% of my ITE life, i only eat the food from that stall and i never got sick of it. haha.


2 years simply flies so fast. hai.... so fast that i can still briefly remembered that time when i first entered ITE and everyday, i kept complaining how i wish i could leave ITE soon. now, when that day finally arrived, somehow i wish i have more time left.


honestly, i've enjoyed every single precious moment of my time with my ITE homies and that memories is gonna be in my heart forever. all the laughter and joy, BIG thank you to all my classmates from IT1C, IT2P and all the teachers that helped me in the process. you guys are the best! been a pleasure knowing all of you. you guys made my ITE life a wonderful one.


initially, ITE wasn't what i planned for in the first place but sadly, my 'O' level results just wasn't good enough to make it into polytechnic. i did regret at first but there's nothing much i could have done. and with the bad reputation it has, i didn't even expect i could survive here. BUT, i was wrong, too wrong. i thought the school is just crowded with those mat, gangster, unfriendly and bad influence people, but i was wrong again. the people there are way too easy-going and i got to know alot of my malay classmates the first day of school. life's been good eversince. i don't know why, but i only hang out with my malay friends in school.


oh, one thing i hate would be talking face to face with my parent's friend or relatives etc. most of the time, they would say/ask, (translated to english) "wah your children so big already ah", "the younger one study poly eh?". then either my mom or i would say "no ah, ITE". then that person would go like "oh.....". by that time, most of their faces would change, which simply shows that they must be thinking like i'm not that clever or good or something like that. plus, with the piercing on both my ear, a lip piercing and the style of dressing i wear, they would surely think that way.


so please people, never judge a book by its cover.


thats the way i am.
i'm proud of myself.
and i'm proud of ITE.


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