I was sitting in NUS Arts Canteen, with my bowl of ‘Yong Tau Fu’, and 50cents ice lemon tee (: As I look at the people walking up and down in the canteen, I can’t help but think.. Why am I in NUS? How did I end up here? Am I really cut out for this type of stuff? Many questions.. Yet, I have no answer.. I don’t even doubt myself because I know I am not doing well.. And I’m really bad at it, and I just… I don’t know… I hate this… I hate not able to do well..