I am forced by the passing of time, the transition of life stages, and the expectations of society to grow up and to behave like a "grown-up" (whatever that would constitute). But here, I would just be a little childish, a little self-centered, a little irresponsible, a little too honest but also a little too pretentious.

24, and still counting.




Kept all my past posts intact because my past was what made me, me. Deleting them doesn't change who I am so I revisit my memories sometimes, to learn and to laugh at my past mistakes.

(Just kidding, I revert some posts to drafts because I'm utterly embarrassed.)


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Designed by: Ahting

So... Such was the plan made in Year 1... And now mid-journey, it took a different turn. The difficult decision which I had to make (mentioned in my previous post’s abrupt ending) was whether to “let it turn”. Hmm thinking of how to write this story without boring myself HAHAHAH Yes I find myself a bore sometimes.

Like there are times during presentations when I’m presenting halfway and I got sick of listening to myself speak LOL. Usually after two minutes or so, I will actually start wishing for myself to be able to stop talking and for this presentation to end. And once in a while daydreaming in between while presenting (... no I don’t know how I manage to pass my presentations and even appeared to be quite effective at presenting LOL). That said, most of the time I really believe in what I am presenting but I just tend to get tired of my own voice LOL if that even makes some sense. Ah, but I’m not here to make sense heehee.




Story telling time! At the start of the semester in January, I went according to plan (FYI, refer to above) and applied for exchange (for Y3S1). Around February, I got the news that I got accepted into McMaster University for exchange, and... I WAS SO ESCASTIC. All the traveling (yours truly has not been out of Asia…) and meeting of friends here and there (especially my LDR-friends OHHHH MYYY GOOOOODD). The escape from my parents and freedom which I have never tasted before suddenly turning into reality. It was like the stars have aligned and things have fallen into place. HAAAAAALLELUJAH

Then came March. And another door opened. A door which, technically has always been there but which I have never considered approaching. A door which, actually looked really far and felt beyond my reach (even now, sometimes). A door which, truthfully, I had so many fears of going through. It is the door to my CCA executive committee (I think exco is the local term for it LOL) and for my CCA, they call it Chapter Leadership (CLship).

This semester, I was a Project Leader (PL) for Conjunct. I would say that I have given my all and was totally sucked into the project and the CCA the whole semester (machiam possessed one LOL omg maybe I have secretly been in a cult without realizing it... my soul is sold sobs it’s not Conjunct it’s Cult-junct. Okay I was kidding please don’t arrest me or disband my cult CCA). There are definitely things which I could have done better and I have learnt a lot from it. Looking at the concluding feedback and response from the team and partner I worked with, I would say that it had been a really satisfactory and meaningful journey.




Much as I love Conjunct, and how the people (I needa think up a nickname for these peepz soon... though I love calling my band’s people bandsmen, I don’t really like calling my Conjunct people consultants because they are beyond mere consultants...) are the main loves I have in SMU, I’ve never thought about running for CLship.

I’ve known two batches of CLs and to me, they are people who I will always look up to but could not stand beside by because they are so amazingly “up-there”. ... Dependable, having direction and foresight, leading with brilliance and passion ... For someone like me, someone so, so ordinary like me, theirs is a position beyond my reach, and one which I cannot live up to in this lifetime.

BUT LO AND BEHOLD, THERE ARE ACTUALLY PEOPLE WHO BELIEVE IN YOURS TRULY AND PUSHED HER UP TO THE SACRED TASK OF CLSHIP.



Saw this piece of writing this morning and I felt that this very accurately summed up what I have been feeling this whole semester. When I was a PL, I knew that my team will be depending on me and I am answerable to my partner, PAs (Project Advisor who are working professionals volunteering their time to provide guidance to the project) and ADP (the director of project who oversees all the ongoing projects during the semester), I knew, and reminded myself what I signed up this daunting task for.

And ... now I can finally confess that there were so many moments during the project cycle that I wasn’t sure of myself, whether I was up to standard, whether the path I’m leading the team on is the right one and whether we can go far on this path. A lot of times, I don’t have the answers I feel that people are demanding from me. I don’t even know how to describe the stress I get from trying to think, and also to feel, what would be the best answer, what could be the right path, what should I give to the people who put all of their faith on me. ... I guess what really pulled me through was their faith in me.

AND AGAIN THEY PUT THEIR FAITH ON ME THAT I CAN TAKE UP THIS CLSHIP.

So a door opened up for me. This CLship door. But I was already walking towards the other door, the CANADA EXCHANGE door. To be honest, I didn’t really consider the CLship door when it opened up to me even as people talked about it. The first moment which I began to waver is when I had this certain conversation:

Someone: “What do you enjoy doing? Hmm... Or see yourself doing in the future?”

Yours truly: “Developing people. I find it really fulfilling to help people maximize their potential and bring them to a better place they are trying to reach or never thought they might be able to reach.”

Someone: “What are you currently doing that is helping you to reach what you want to do in the future?”

Yours truly: “...Conjunct”

And that was when I stopped in my tracks towards the Canada Exchange Door. And I began to seriously think about each paths that will be behind those doors. What will change, what will it mean going down that path, what are the alternatives, what happens if I chose one but not the other.

Yes.... At this point, the decision has been made. And the path I chose was not the original course.

But I will never forget that week-long fatigue and agony of deciding till the very last moment. The days I spent thinking in the quiets of Fort Canning, when I have never felt such extreme uncertainty, my mind was a tornado in the humid, stilled afternoon air. Also, the nights I spent at the Singapore River, lying along the concrete benches, staring up at the night sky and listening to my head fighting with my heart. I will never forget the moments I had to wipe away my own tears and bawled to myself, as I was torn between what I truly want.

“How about you follow what you did, when you had to make a very difficult decision last time?
What helped you to decide? How was it decided?
Did you have to make a very difficult decision before?”

... No.

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