It’s been 2 years

This entry is belated (and delayed for God knows how long), but never mind.

It’s been 2 years since I moved to Singapore. It’s been 2 years since I started my tertiary education in SMU.

2 years since I started my new life all over again. Without the prejudices from my high school friends. Without boundaries and rules from parents. 2 years that I’ve felt anew, alive, and happy.

It might also be almost 2 years worth of complaining and badmouthing, of depression and frustration, of regrets and coulda-woulda-shoulda’s.

But here it is. After 2 years of sleepless nights and never ending projects and (sometimes) sucky groupmates,

I have made peace with SMU.

Maybe it’s because I’m already in my third year, and everybody says that beginning from year 3 you’ll be “heck care”. Maybe because I subconsciously realize that there’s nothing that can be done with the GPA (no I’m not gonna tell you the number ). I don’t know. Maybe maybe maybe.

But here it is. The thing that SMU has given me that made me think “Ah, maybe it’s not that bad after all..”.

Experience.

Maybe I wouldn’t have had joined, and organized such a big scale performances like GAYA (an annual production by SMUKI – SMU Komunitas Indonesia).
Maybe I wouldn’t have had joined the SMU Chamber Choir. And I wouldn’t have had gone to a choir festival in Poland and met people from the whole world and continued my journey to see bits and pieces of Europe. (yes I know I haven’t blogged… sigh)
Maybe I wouldn’t have had internship in a company so nice (and so easily).

There are many other experiences I savoured and enjoyed, and maybe some others that I despised. Nonetheless they all pushed me to become who I am now : older (well only 2 years..), a bit wiser. Pinched here, shaped there, and here I am now.

And another thing I’m grateful for is (it should be are..) my friends. I was so tired of prejudices in high school. I was so tired of snobby people who think they’re better than me. I was also tired of people who are jealous of me and decided to take revenge on me. Don’t get me wrong, I like my high school, but not entirely. I’m glad that I left it, sometimes things just got very ugly there.

But I found true friends here (and boyfriend, of course ). They who stayed with you through thick and thin, to have fun together, to cry together. I can’t elaborate much about my friends, but I’m sure you guys know what I mean.

It was a tough time when I first touched SMU. I was barely 17. I couldn’t understand the type of English they’re speaking. I couldn’t adapt with the teaching style and how the materials are presented. I couldn’t get the e-learning stuff.

But it’s been 2 years and this place is where I belong now. Through the glass walls and wooden doors, you’ll find me. This place is me.

So that was it.

For the experience and friends, I don’t mind sacrificing myself.

I know, I can’t believe I said that either.

I’ve made peace with SMU. And I tell you, I’m going to have jolly good time for 3 more terms (that’s almost 2 years from now).

Wait up for my “It’s been 4 years”

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