joined touch rugby earlier this week.. had to play on an extremely muddy field. not that i mind the fact that my hands and legs got smeared with mud (i think that mud has a moisturizing effect on my skin. very interesting. must find more mud. hahahh) i blame those soccer players. i mean, so what if they're a good-looking bunch? that doesn't give them the excuse to go around tearing up fields.. urgh.

i miss going to a girls' school where i don't have to worry about how i sit or how i'm supposed to behave more like a "lady", whatever that means.

anyway, so far, there were only lectures this week. next week's where all the tutorials would come in and my days would probably be jammed with class after class.

great. just great.

oh well.

something that i've been thinking about..
it's kinda weird turning 17. i mean, i don't feel a day older than i was a year ago. i think that turning 17 isn't as eventful as it was when i turned 16. well, maybe it was partly because i was around familiar faces at that point of time and i didn't have to deal with the shock of going to a totally different environment. a lecturer in ny once said that jc life would require, or rather force, students to mature greatly in the 2 years, be it in the way they think, the way they view life and the people around them or simply how they behave around others. i think i agree with him because from where i stand, i can see a huge difference between year 1 and year 2 students. the year 2 students tend to be more worldly, an aura of confidence that one gets when one is comfortable in one's own skin.

yeah. that's it. maybe it's because they're more comfortable with themselves. more sure of where they're going in their lives.