Monday, July 23, 2007

In Retrospect.

That screenname of the beginning of this year; and how apt it is for me now.


In Retrospect, I'm demoralised.

In Retrospect, it's obviously my fault.

In Retrospect, I haven't been putting in enough effort academically.


It's not that I haven't realised my sloppiness before; but I just couldn't find the strength and determination within me to pull up my socks and work harder.

I hope I can do it this time.

I must do it this time.

Dangit, I WILL do it this time.
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I, the stupidest and laziest slacker of 07IP06, hereby solemnly vow that I will work harder than I did in the past term, and strive to move up a grade for Higher Chinese, and do MUCH better for both mathematics modules.
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I need to improve on speed techniques.

The reason why I failed my E. Math and did miserably for A. Math was because I didn't complete either in time.

The reason why I failed the Higher Chinese main paper was because I didn't manage to complete the last whole comprehension AND summary passage in time.

And I didn't complete my Chemistry paper in time. Or my Physics paper, for that matter.

I'm really thankful that Mr. Han and Miss Khoo didn't fail me for not completing my essays on time. (They merely penalised the lack of a conclusion,)

As for Biology, MI and Language Arts, I did complete the papers on time, but only barely.

I'm NOT intellectually challenged, dangit. I CAN score better than those pathetic D's, C's, and even B's for certain subjects.

I KNOW I can.

With speed, that is.


How exactly does one train one's speed anyway?

Or am I just retarded (in its literal sense and otherwise,)?
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Tuesday, July 10, 2007

In Which This Author Indulges in a Random Bout Of Girlishness

I've been rather OOC (out of character) lately.

I usually find shopping irritating; having to attempt to stay upright as the crowds trample and bulldoze all around; having to endure the hullabaloo of mixed conversations ringing in my ears; it's quite frustrating, really.

But just yesterday (and on monday) I went window shopping, as well as swimming-costume-shopping, and actually enjoyed myself.

On monday, Joan, Ilyna and I went for lunch (Subway!) at Ang Mo Kio Hub, after which we went window shopping! Yaydeedoodahdaydee! Haha. FUNFUNFUN.

Then yesterday Ilyna and I went to Compasspoint to shop for swimming costumes. (At least; I bought a swimming costume. Ilyna ended up buying her dvd 8))

Haha, I bet everyone who knows me and who's reading this will go: What the..?

I pretty much am in a similar state of shock, realising that I actually enjoyed shopping.

Anyway, as I await eleven forty five, during which my Chariot (or rather, SBS number 74) will sweep me away to school, I shall follow in the footsteps of Shuliet and make a 'things-I-want-to-do-before-I-die' list.

Things I Want To Do Before I Die:
1) Find my Significant Other. I've said it before, and I'll say it again; I am a Hopeless Romantic

2) Travel around Europe.

3) Make a difference in someone's life.

4) Spread the Love. I know I sound like a Hippie, but really; Love is important!

5) Become a Crime Scene Investigator. Or Detective. Or Doctor. Or Scientist.

6) Graduate with Honours. (Highly impossible. But I Dream,)

7) Publish my works. Poetry, prose; it doesn't matter. I admire all authors.

8) Start a band. Not those military or symphonic orchestra bands. An I-play-the-guitar-you-play-the-drums-and-she-sings band. Recorded or no, making music together with people is fun!

9) Get at least a 3.0 GPA by the end of the year, pass Higher Chinese with at least a B for this year and next year, get a good SAT score, do well for my 'A' Levels, and get a scholarship into any university.

10) Help save the earth! Modus Ponens, really.

If P, then Q.
P
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>Q

P1 If we destroy the earth, then all beings on earth will die.
P2 We destroy the earth
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> All beings on earth will die.

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Okay, enough of MI already.

I shall depart to slip on my silver (or gray) ball gown (aka, uniform), as my chariot awaits.

(That's what you'll get from too much of disney fairytales.) 8D

-Dancing bears, Painted wings

Sunday, July 08, 2007

One Way, by Hillsong

I lay my Life down at your feet
Cos you're the only one I need
I turn to you and you are always there

In troubled times it's You I seek
I put You first that's all I need
I humble all I am all to You

One Way
Jesus
You're the only one that I could live for
One Way
Jesus
You're the only one that I could live for

You are always, always there
Every how and everywhere
Your grace abounds so deeply within me

You will never ever change
Yesterday today the same
Forever till forever meets no end

One Way
Jesus
You're the only one that I could live for
One Way
Jesus
You're the only one that I could live for


One Way
Jesus
You're the only one that I could live for
One Way
Jesus
You're the only one that I could live for

You are the Way the Truth and the Life
We live by faith and not by sight for You
We're living all for You

You are the Way the Truth and the Life
We live by faith and not by sight for You
We're living all for You

You are the Way the Truth and the Life
We live by faith and not by sight for You
We're living all for You

You are the Way the Truth and the Life
We live by faith and not by sight for You
We're living all for You

One Way
Jesus
You're the only one that I could live for
One Way
Jesus
You're the only one that I could live for


One Way
Jesus
You're the only one that I could live for
One Way
Jesus
You're the only one that I could live for
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Attended the Youth Day Rally for confirmants yesterday.

IT WAS SO FUN!

Haha, I loved the band (even though they sand off key once or twice). Because they played ONE WAY.

Seeing the thousands of confirmants around me, jumping and singing during the praise and worship; kneeling and praying during the prayer session--it was powerfully inspiring.

I knew, at that moment, that the Holy Spirit was present within us.

And I know that some people who are reading this aren't Catholic or Christian, but I just want to say that when you feel that no one's there; always know and remember that God Loves You, and will never stop loving you.

It really doesn't matter which faith you believe in actually.

All sincere and true faiths preach goodness and kindness.

And I feel that we all need a little kindness and Love in our lives; and the Catholic and Christan Faith has brought this spark of hope and love into my life; through the Father.

(No offence towards any party intended in the above paragraphs)

Anyway, I SURVIVED OBS!

I SURVIVED FIVE GRUELLING DAYS IN PULAU UBIN (Or Ulu, as it should be aptly named, as compared to mainland Singapore)

We kayaked, trekked; climbed; pitched (tents); sang; battled mosquitoes, ants and sandflies; and emerged victorious, albeit sunburnt, slightly bruised and sandfly-and-mosquito-bitten.

I LOVE MY WATCH!

For squirting toothpaste in place of filling between the sandwich crackers;

For making me laugh with the sick sense (or nonsense) which came up during conversations, and the Lame analogies and jokes;

For being all of you;

I LOVE YOU MP WATCH!
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-You're The Only One that I could live for

Sunday, July 01, 2007

Warning: The Post Below Is Meant For Female Eyes Only. Males Read At Your Own Risk.

History was rewritten today as nature started a full-out, literally bloody, war against my body (the peaceful protester).

Bloody Sunday.

HARK, THYSELF'S PERIOD HATH COME :(

AND TOMORROW'S THE START OF OBS.

:(

WHY ON EARTH IS NATURE SO AGAINST ME?!

Ahhhh.

I sit, and wonder why-ie-ie oh why you come now, oh monthlie.

WHY?!

ARRGH. Fine.

I shall turn the seas red then. With Shuliet 8)

*cue pirate's accent* Aye, mayte? Together, we shall conquer the (red) seas! Arr!

Haha.

On the not-so-bloody side, Taylor Swift is GOOD.

Seriously; she belongs in the ranks of Faith Hill, Tim McGraw, Garth Brooks, Leann Rimes and all the other wonderfully-supercalifragilisticexpialidoscious Country singers!

8D
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Off to Pulau Ubin tomorrow for a five-day camp with my lovely, flowy, red monthly companion :/

Gah. I hope I manage to survive the five days without dying from blood loss, or drowning, or being kidnapped, or disappearing, or being drugged, then raped, then shipped off to --shire to be sold off as a slave, and traded into a slave market and bought by a sadistic master or mistress who will then torture me by stretching me on a rack until my limbs snap for the fun of it...DIE OVERACTIVE IMAGINATION, DIE!!!

Nononono!

God will send the Holy Spirit to watch over me. 8)

*sings* I will survive, I will survive!

Haha.

I just hope I'll be able to tough it through without whining or acting like a wimp.
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Things I'll Miss While I'm At Ubin:
1) FICTIONPRESS. How can I survive without my daily dose of Romance? Ahhh!!!

2) My Piano and Guitar. I NEED to make music! I think I'll end up banging the pots and pans for music halfway through, and singing in the bathrooms and at night from music-deprivation. And probably scare everyone out of their wits in the process...especially at night 8D

3) Chocolate. I'm already so sad and homesick! I need my husband to cheer me up! *Sings* How can I live without you; I want to know. Darling Chocolate!

4) The hygene of home. It's gonna be horrible there. Stupid monthlie.

5) Being able to sing, make random comments, and make weird noises out of the blue. Because I won't know anyone from my camp group, and doing that will make them doubt my sanity (which, come to think of it, is actually non-existent. But oh well,)

Haha, other than that, I don't think I'll miss much. Except maybe the presence of my family members.

It'll be weird to get by five days without hearing my sister singing along to her preppy pop songs in her off-key voice, hearing my mother criticizing the people on the television, and my father upstairs at the computer.

Maybe.

But until I get back, I'll be stuck in the semi-wilderness, separated from Singapore by the Ocean (or rather; the stretch of water between the main Island and Pulau Ubin 8P).

Adios, querida civilization.

Till we meet again on Friday.