Another skippie...

Not the peanut butter lah... (btw, it's spelled "Skippy") It means that this post is written when I am skipping class.

The jar of Skippy on my table

My breakfast (almost) everyday, plus a cup of coffee

Recently I received emails titled "Are (were) you this type of uni student?". It's not the first time I received this email, but this time it really struck me.

At the beginning of the semester, I felt so pumped up and eager to start the new semester and year. As time passes, I was basically just slacking around until the day before the mid-term tests. Of course, my results were... erm... (no comment)

What am I doing in NTU? This question keeps popping up in my mind. I know, and believe that God placed me here for His purpose; but what exactly is the purpose? And what I am aiming for in this four-year course? First class honours? Second upper? or just a plain degree? One of my friend is allowed to graduate "classless", but what about me? My mom almost never mention anything about it. OK... I am emo-ing again...

Time to go to class.



"It's not required, but it's important for you to understand."
--Quote from a lecturer