The End of It.

So I finally graduated from Bukit Merah Secondary School.

It's been a longgg....longgg...time...three and a half years painstakingly learning english which I mastered finally and going through a long journey. In this entry, I just wanted to reflect back all the experiences I have encountered, be it educational ones, bad ones or just there without having any effects on my life.

2003:
This is the first year I got out from my indigenous country to further my education. Singapore, a country which is famous for her chicken rice, Singlish, 'kiasu' people, cleanliness and its country best security. To admit, living in Singapore is really enjoyable and I love to reside there. Looking back, I was to further my studies in Malaysia, Kuala Lumpur, however, my mother's acquaintance, a person whom I detest in some ways for her selfishness, conservativeness, rudeness, too many for me to mention here, offered her place for me to stay.
I was plain hated to stay at her house. She is talkative and has a very bad temper. She even insult me when I took chinese as a second language for she thought that I couldn't cope with it...and at the end I got a C6 for it..haha..(of course there is an element of luck back there, but you know...)
Anyway, I was studying everyday, learning english, math and science. There was no day without studying. Luckily, I was so highly motivated at that time(unlike now), I memorised an immense amount of vocabulary, expressions, learning grammar and sentence structure.HELLLL I tell you, my life was full of books and books. Together with my friend, Mario, we withstood the bitter journey of our lives.
We were scared of our guardian that I had to ask him to guard the lift while I made calls to schools.It was weird, of course, that she didn't like us to get into good schools. She had the assumption that we are stupid as it is that it is such a blessing if we are accepted into ordinary neighbourhood schools. Like what the fuck....

2004:
I got into Bukit Merah Secondary School and it was a nerve-wrecking experience to go into new school. I met many friends, hilarious friends whom I become extremely comfortable with them around me. The Indo Gang. They are the reasons why I didn't want to shift school by the end of this year. Of course, we have our own weaknesses. We made mistakes and we quarreled sometimes. We backstabbed, gossiped among us, but those moments are moments I will always treasure. To have mutual friends, however wrong we are.
This is the year when I topped the class. I was excruciatingly hardworking at that time. I was afraid to disappoint my parents that I despised people who do not care about their studies. I hated people who are playing while exams are around.

2005:
I got into the best class and promised myself that I would top the class again. I did ten year series everytime there were tests and I burnt midnight oil almost everyday. However, I just realised today that I had the wrong system of studying. For the first semester, I couldn't care less about other things but my studies.
However, this is the year when I made a huge decision and fought for what has been forcefully hidden after 2 years. I liberated myself from the house, The Hell, for that is what we labelled the house. She was unhappy and anger was clearly printed across her face. I stared at her with utmost satisfaction. Well, I guess that is me, a person who does not give a damn to what people think of myself. I am in favour of my own comfort and will go all the ways to get what I want.
So, I changed house and met new friends there. It wasn't such a pleasure to stay there, but who care??I didn't have any house at that time and it was a last minute decision.
By the way, my studies were suffered during this period. I was going through many problems and it was chaos back then. I was confused, perplexed, despondent, angry, hated the life so much that I wanted to end my life. Well, I am not exaggerating here, but that is what I felt at that time.

2006:[Year of jealousy and heart-pain]
My final year in BMSS and I will be graduating by the end of the year. I didn't feel any urgency for my O level though. Contradict to what I have expected. This is the big year and this is the year where fights are rampant and seem to be inevitable. I changed house again for the second time and I love the house initially. I was fighting with the guardian throughout the years and for weird reasons, I love the fights for I always won them.
This is also the year when I started to pu**, but decided to put an end to it by the end of the year for I saw no point in doing so. Also, I clubbed innumerable times and it was during my O Level. We were naughty, crazy and we didn't give a fuck to O Level. Who cares??!!! We were playing and playing, having fun, getting drunk. It was utter craziness!!
However, I was so scared as it was my last year and tried my best to study.To summarise, my O level was good enough and am still waiting for the results next year. I just hope that I get good scores.


To end, my secondary years in Singapore has been very entertaining and educating. I learnt many lessons and from my mistakes, I see life through better angles. I know what I want to be in future and to fight anything that is against my will. I am a freedom fighter and strongly believe in myself. I have my own perspectives and life.

Below are few photos during my final years:























Last MoS before leaving sg



















DoNop















DoPen














Graduation Night with the girls


















DoVi














My Final Class

-Justify Do- .
7:50 AM