南大情怀 (一）

1 month more, I ll be leaving my second home in Sg. That's sound so contradict feeling.
When I reflected of my 4 yrs life in NTU, I could say, it was a memorable journey to me, both sad and happy moment. I meet new people, new things now and then. I learn new skills and lesson from failure. I cried, laughed and screamed in this University.

July 2005, 4 years ago, when I was just a little arrogant girl from a small kampung, with my dear hometown frens, Wenjian, the long-time fren that actually helped me alot along the way in NTU, Billy, the small eye KT fren and of course Shirlin, my prospective sister in NTU. 4 kampung people, doing different courses, with different perspective and personalities came together and eventually stayed together at Hall 9.

After FOC, which I truely appreciate the seniors for making it, get us to know more people and frens from other part of Malaysia, then, our circle of frens become bigger and bigger. Let me kindly remember who appeared in my first year life: First of all, Kuan Seong, the 大三脚 guy, Keyeng, the Kulai 仔, Ghean, the one living below our floor, Tchin, the Malacca smart one, Jp, the small and witty guy, Ah giap, another bamboo stick like me n others . and of course, my SBS dear frens, Jenny, the Sibu gal, my soulmate in SBS, James,my night jogging partner, Hanchi etc etc. I will never forget the dinner time at can 9, the night suppers, the night jogging, the small and big talks.

My first year in NTU turned out to be 'not much problem', if ther is any, that could only be my academic achievement. Not much home sick, no discipline record yet. Most of the time, i was turning around the cca, brainhunt, MSA late nite meeting, I have not much time to explore the NTU culture yet, passed by other CCA that I love to but didn't take up.

An important pinpoint which bring me closer to my frens in first year, the year end undergraduate trip to Redang, this was a trip i never forget, not because of the beautiful beaches,nor the unestimate underwater. But the moments we r together. I remember the night talks, the 'true or courage' games, all sorts of funny questions and answers, the ghosts stories, and of course the beach party...... that slowly bring out my crazyness towards singK and dancing.

Life of year one ended so. Like a life cycle, this was just the starting, the introductory phase, where new things jumbled in, new people come across and pass by in seconds, I encountered frens quarrels, the evil sides of gals in Year 1. All these sparking fire, endless gossip making my first year life ever colourful.