Renewal

New perspectives, new goals. That's the beginning of Term 3 for me. There's still the constant (and ever-growing) desire to get out of where I am at the end of the year. Marcus is right. There's just this undercurrent of envy and suspicion beneath the warm and friendly, familial atmosphere. I swear it spreads down from the staff to the students. It may not be blatantly obvious, but if you're observant enough, the signs do show.

1) Can I make it out? Considering I'm not taking my Os, I suppose I need to do well for my EOYs.

2) Can I make it out? Will they accept me?

The former's more of a personal challenge. The latter's external circumstances beyond my control.

Sis kindly went over the points needed to make it into the different streams in different schools. TJC Arts Stream: 16 points! (9 more than the Science Stream) VJC Arts Stream: 6. RJC Arts Stream: 5. Now one does wonder whether it might have been worth it to take the Os, and hopefully get into RJC and wake up later. It's much nearer to my place. Much.

Prospects of AC or SA seem decent enough.

Chemistry today was alright. I think I'm still prone to having an information overload though. It's in my head, and all the answers come at once and I just freak out and forget stuff. I'm serious! Oh well. Math tomorrow. I'm done with Differentiation. Integration's a killer. Study session with Sis over the phone later. Not sure how effective that'll be though. Hopefully Math A and Math B are combined. P&C and Probability shouldn't pose too much of a challenge. Aiming for an 80% on that paper. I have started aiming above myself now. Study hard, put in more effort (not the bare mininum needed to get a good grade), and I should go places. Speaking of places, Beale, Marc and I were discussing scholarships and all today. It's just strange. The different callings and ambitions we have, and how far we're willing to go in our studies and then there's God's Calling. Complicated issues really. One can only pray and watch.

Life After Genesis

The mass exodus begins...

High School Musical

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

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I have lost my sanity and reached Nirvana.

Work work work work work work work work work...

Joanna's shocked I haven't finished my work. I shall pretend I never knew about the Math Assignments. And I owe Marcus Tan a Biopolis blog.

Welcome to the first day of hell.

I wonder, is it possible to transfer out of TJC after this year? Leonard wants to go to CJC. I'm thinking of joining the church people at ACJC or SAJC. Hmmm. 2 questions: is it allowed and can I make the cut. Finally, some goal to aim for.

Lessons Learnt

You showed me grace.

You taught me humility.

Thank you.

Sometimes, life's most important lessons come in the most unexpected forms.

Time Off

A change in blog address leads to a subsequent change in theme of the blog.

It's been (so far) a terrible holiday. There is still work left undone, projects to complete, people to meet up with (do I still care?) and more to be done...

Time - they say it waits for no man, no one. I find it strange that I'm rambling on about the significant lack of it, when I have decent time management skills. I'm more frustrated due to the situations and circumstances which are beyond my control, those which elude all form of pre-empting and planning for and against.

Of late, a certain someone's starting to irk me. (Not for the first time, I'm sure.) I mean really, even if you are forced to step down, must you make a fuss out of it? Yes, I'm sure being crafty and manipulative; toying with the feelings of those who were placed under your charge and care will help your cause. If you're leaving, leave quietly. But I suppose now it's all about you. Wait, it always was, wasn't it? It was never about others you meant to serve. It was all about furthering your own gains and glory. And there is the one. I swear, if anything happens, you will pay ever so dearly... You kick up a fuss about leaving. You tell everyone when it's supposed to be a quiet affair, hoping they will stir up some protest and tell everyone they want you back. However, you've failed. You're wrong; they want you gone.

Coded

australiathreejapanoneanditsthelanddownunderwhichnoonewantstoremember

alexander downing

substitutions

weddings and marriage

20something plus 20

giveupandsleepifyougiveupandsleep

30 or 31 days

dorsal

of mothers and boyfriends

nobreakupssowestaythesame
o
six to two

candy

hearts

radars sleep trust

order of names

tenabsencemakestheheartgrowfonder

hugshugsback

eightthirty

messages

lovesandgoodbyes

Czechs and Italians

The Czech Republic beat USA 3-0.

Italy are one up against a spirited Ghanian side. 45minutes to go.

And I'm too bothered to sleep. It's those thoughts that plagued me a year back.

Strange. Samantha's online and she said hi.

when everything's meant to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

Cold Weather and I'm Losing My Hotness

I am desperately trying to retain my hotness, and thus have resorted to putting on a jacket at home. Stef's taking ages to get over here so we can go play pool.

In response to recent blog posts with regards to Sentosa: please stop displaying pictures of my oh-so-hot butt. It's not very nice you know.

Bronson could be a model. Yong Jin could advertise for maids, but 7-up isn't his cup of tea.

I can walk. Beware.

Sis is 1/5 of the way through my brilliant game show. How she got 2000 points in 2 days I have no idea. It's not really fun when you think no one knows about wedding dresses, arts and science, movie scenes, but randomness decides otherwise.

I'm falling sick. Pray for me. You know you'd die without me.

The phone vibrates. A phone vibrates. I've got the wrong one.

I'm off to party now.

dance dance