Time.

Its like a river: ever flowing.

Never stopping.

And in the blink of an eye I'm nearing the end of my poly life. Looking back, I'll never say that going to polytechnic was a waste of time. I met people from all walks of life. I learnt how to deal with unexpected situations. I learnt so many things that I'll not forget for the rest of my life. I made friends. And every single memory along the way is treasured. No matter how much I bitch, moan, complain, I know that I won't truly have hated it here.

Its been close to 3 years since I left secondary school. Back then, I was excited. Excited to be starting in a new school, with totally new way of teaching, and a new people to meet. I painted a picture for myself: coming home at night, laptop and work in my back, typing busily on the way home, and participating in really fun activities. In reality, I accomplished neither. I found my course interesting at first. Easy too. It was like re-learning physics all over again - ohms law, V=IR, all different kinds of theorems, laws that still are applied over and over again in all my modules. But what I could do in secondary school that I couldn't now was to think. You see, in secondary school, I loved to participate in 'out-of-class' activities. To do more than homework, to go that one further mile, to participate in that one competition, to do help out in this upcoming activity that was being planned, to be part of everything that I could be in.

My CCA in secondary school did help alot. It made me me. Being part of acting, of drama, was me. It wasn't limited to boring old plays; it had dance, cool moves, blood, sweat, tears, bright lights, music, soul and passion. It was fun, exciting, and it was so sacred to be up THERE. Up on the stage, feeling the whole theater hang on every single word that comes out of your mouth, the audience at your control. The stage was the place that I felt free. The feeling of standing before so many people, a sea of faces looking at you, every eye watching every gesture you make, no matter how small. YOU commanded the huge stage spreading out to the front, back, left and right of you. It was your kingdom, you could do anything! It was...it was like magic. Funnily enough, being in front of so many people was somewhere that I felt free, somewhere that I could be myself, take off my everyday mask, without fear, without being judged for what I said, for what I wore, for being ME.

It is one of the few things in life that I truly have loved. I treasured every moment, every production, every play, every dance, and every step that I took on stage. From the 1st stages of auditioning, then numerous rehersals, shouting, getting scolded, forgetting lines, to rushing around backstage 5 minutes before the opening night excited, but without fear. No worrying about whether you would remember your lines, whether you had your make up put correctly, whether you had your props where you needed them, or whether your co actors could remember their lines because you trusted them; you just knew that they'll perform. Because you had gone through the depths of hell with them to get to where you are now - the many rehearsals, the special moments that you shared together, the different exercises that you did together, the pacing, the blocking, would all cumulate in one big night, that would be over in a blink of an eye. And when you look back you asked yourself: Did I really manage do that? And you'll know that you did pull it off.

TBC

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