I.
a burning smell wafts
from the overworked printer
in my studyroom
II.
air-conditioned room
toner, inks and white bleached paper
form fresh new textbook
III.
lights flash silently
printer needs more ink dammit
it is frustrating
IV.
quiet in the night
disgruntled user annoyed
dozes off angrily
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Monday, October 30, 2006
My Holiday Timeline
By the 15th day of November, I should have finished my Holiday Reading List.
By the first day of December, I should have all my homework complete.
By the 28th of December, I should have already attempted to make a berry pavlova.
Plus, I need new:
- slippers
- bags
- iPod
- Sony Ericsson k800i, i think.
I'm still a teenager! Don't deprive me of these material delights!
By the first day of December, I should have all my homework complete.
By the 28th of December, I should have already attempted to make a berry pavlova.
Plus, I need new:
- slippers
- bags
- iPod
- Sony Ericsson k800i, i think.
I'm still a teenager! Don't deprive me of these material delights!
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Let it pour
You know,
sometimes I feel as if everything that happens to me is one big screwed-up practical joke that lasts for an eternity. Ha.
Like the times when I go flat broke, but my sister seems to have an everlasting flow of cash (curse primary school canteen food and their economics).
Like the times when I receive 3 messages on my phone, only to open them and see (i) something about grad night, (ii) something about SL camp, (iii) something about going to school early.
Like the times when your grandmother needs everything you say to be repeated twice (though sometimes, thrice), and when all you hear are the pointless nagging. (about drugged candy and smoking and coffee being a vice and all.)
Like the times when no one cares about helping someone 'beyond hope' anymore and have to force smiles in front of him. I don't understand why adults do that too. Perhaps they would rather be in their exclusive little Wisteria Lane-type lives. (yep, smear on that concealer! Loads of it.) Hypocrisy. And in front of children too.
Like the times when flight tickets sell out on you.
Blah blah blah. Blogging negatively ain't gonna do anything for my sanity.
So anyway Xinmin's in the Arena!! I think we performed alot better than most teams.
That's Junyi, Mingting, Fatimah, Andrea and me! (who is oh-so unfortunately slouching)
I've never made friends from other schools through SLB, nor through choir, but I think debate is one of the most social CCAs you can ever get (apart from, ohh I don't know, competitive social dancing?)
That's Andrea, Mingting and I. Mingting looks... slightly small here. Uh huh XD
Uh. The main focal point is really on the people on stage. Look at Andrea's cool pose!
Me and Vidya. I'm the one with the asymetrical smile on the left :(
That's them about to hear the results.
End result: cutesy certificate of congratulations. Ok mine's rather blur. You should see Andrea's blog for the clearer one.
The struggle to get dinner and return home was quite eventful, actually. While outside SIM trying to hail a cab, someone noticed the snails all over the grass and concrete we were stepping on, so naturally we all got out of the way. Until we heard this cracking sound (but it couldn't be help, the snail was hiding in the darkness under the grass!). So the smell of snail wafted through the air and we walked on to look for a taxi. Interestingly, there were many of them but not surprisingly, all hired. @#*! transportation!! Anyway we crossed the road, waved goodbye to Fatimah and her friend (as they boarded the cab. Sniff), and walked some more beside this forest, all while trying to flag down a taxi in futile attempts. I could almost visualize the passengers in the cab sneering at us!
We carried on walking until someone wanted to take the bus down first. So we crossed the intersection near Maju camp and we saw a taxi. It was bright. It was yellow. It gleamed and twinkled under the glare of the streetlamps. So naturally, we rushed in and gasp—accidently left Sid behind! In the dark! In the cold! All alone!
I hope he saw Nelson's smsed apology.
Well we finally boarded the cab, made our way down to Hougang Mall and pigged out at Cafe Cartel. (But Mingting couldn't join us then.)
We had the Supreme Platter (good), Texas Rodeo Ribs (good) and $6.20 chicken wings. So not good.There were only three, boring sized, boring-cut wings. 3!
Here's a picture shamlessly ripped from Andrea's blog! It's a acceptable looking photo of me.
And right now it's not very early and I'm tired so my brain is rather like this.
(It's supposed to mean hazy. Har de har har har)
sometimes I feel as if everything that happens to me is one big screwed-up practical joke that lasts for an eternity. Ha.
Like the times when I go flat broke, but my sister seems to have an everlasting flow of cash (curse primary school canteen food and their economics).
Like the times when I receive 3 messages on my phone, only to open them and see (i) something about grad night, (ii) something about SL camp, (iii) something about going to school early.
Like the times when your grandmother needs everything you say to be repeated twice (though sometimes, thrice), and when all you hear are the pointless nagging. (about drugged candy and smoking and coffee being a vice and all.)
Like the times when no one cares about helping someone 'beyond hope' anymore and have to force smiles in front of him. I don't understand why adults do that too. Perhaps they would rather be in their exclusive little Wisteria Lane-type lives. (yep, smear on that concealer! Loads of it.) Hypocrisy. And in front of children too.
Like the times when flight tickets sell out on you.
Blah blah blah. Blogging negatively ain't gonna do anything for my sanity.
So anyway Xinmin's in the Arena!! I think we performed alot better than most teams.
That's Junyi, Mingting, Fatimah, Andrea and me! (who is oh-so unfortunately slouching)
I've never made friends from other schools through SLB, nor through choir, but I think debate is one of the most social CCAs you can ever get (apart from, ohh I don't know, competitive social dancing?)
That's Andrea, Mingting and I. Mingting looks... slightly small here. Uh huh XD
Uh. The main focal point is really on the people on stage. Look at Andrea's cool pose!
Me and Vidya. I'm the one with the asymetrical smile on the left :(
That's them about to hear the results.
End result: cutesy certificate of congratulations. Ok mine's rather blur. You should see Andrea's blog for the clearer one.
The struggle to get dinner and return home was quite eventful, actually. While outside SIM trying to hail a cab, someone noticed the snails all over the grass and concrete we were stepping on, so naturally we all got out of the way. Until we heard this cracking sound (but it couldn't be help, the snail was hiding in the darkness under the grass!). So the smell of snail wafted through the air and we walked on to look for a taxi. Interestingly, there were many of them but not surprisingly, all hired. @#*! transportation!! Anyway we crossed the road, waved goodbye to Fatimah and her friend (as they boarded the cab. Sniff), and walked some more beside this forest, all while trying to flag down a taxi in futile attempts. I could almost visualize the passengers in the cab sneering at us!
We carried on walking until someone wanted to take the bus down first. So we crossed the intersection near Maju camp and we saw a taxi. It was bright. It was yellow. It gleamed and twinkled under the glare of the streetlamps. So naturally, we rushed in and gasp—accidently left Sid behind! In the dark! In the cold! All alone!
I hope he saw Nelson's smsed apology.
Well we finally boarded the cab, made our way down to Hougang Mall and pigged out at Cafe Cartel. (But Mingting couldn't join us then.)
We had the Supreme Platter (good), Texas Rodeo Ribs (good) and $6.20 chicken wings. So not good.There were only three, boring sized, boring-cut wings. 3!
Here's a picture shamlessly ripped from Andrea's blog! It's a acceptable looking photo of me.
And right now it's not very early and I'm tired so my brain is rather like this.
(It's supposed to mean hazy. Har de har har har)
Friday, October 27, 2006
My holidays are dwindling
You know when you're growing old when...
... you start not to notice the holidays because there's no difference between a holiday and a school day.
... you need to take out your planner/calendar when people want to fix dates to go out with you.
... you're awash with reunions with ex-classes. Many, many ex-classes.
... the birthday parties you attend now doesn't involve colourful decorations and guests wearing pointy hats.
... your somewhat youthful pimples start to disappear.
Not that I dislike being old or anything, but argh the change kills me because no one is forever the same person. (speaking of change I'm gonna leave my hair long, flat and layered now—wayyy emo.)
but whatever, anyway,
the holidays are here!!
It has finally dawned on me that I have 2 months, two months of a big supposed break (really it's a change-of-activities that is parading around as a long vacation). Heck— 2 months and I still don't have time to squeeze to take a short break with my family to Malaysia (and we were so looking forward to spending a whole week in Melbourne. Yes we do have our wild, empty dreams too.) Looks like I'll be spending my holidays alone doing my portfolio for CAP, doing my holiday homework, going for camp after camp after camp, at my class chalet, probably at a post-chalet barbeque, going for choir practice, going for debate, going for grad night meetings, etc. (and you can fit 'dying of exhaustion' nicely into that list too, though I'm not sure how long that would take.) At least I don't totally hate all of these activities.
Xinmin team 1 will be speaking in public at the second round of the auditions for The Arena! So exciting! (but if I were them, a truckful of supporters could kill me with anxiety) But there'll be banners all right :)
... you start not to notice the holidays because there's no difference between a holiday and a school day.
... you need to take out your planner/calendar when people want to fix dates to go out with you.
... you're awash with reunions with ex-classes. Many, many ex-classes.
... the birthday parties you attend now doesn't involve colourful decorations and guests wearing pointy hats.
... your somewhat youthful pimples start to disappear.
Not that I dislike being old or anything, but argh the change kills me because no one is forever the same person. (speaking of change I'm gonna leave my hair long, flat and layered now—wayyy emo.)
but whatever, anyway,
the holidays are here!!
It has finally dawned on me that I have 2 months, two months of a big supposed break (really it's a change-of-activities that is parading around as a long vacation). Heck— 2 months and I still don't have time to squeeze to take a short break with my family to Malaysia (and we were so looking forward to spending a whole week in Melbourne. Yes we do have our wild, empty dreams too.) Looks like I'll be spending my holidays alone doing my portfolio for CAP, doing my holiday homework, going for camp after camp after camp, at my class chalet, probably at a post-chalet barbeque, going for choir practice, going for debate, going for grad night meetings, etc. (and you can fit 'dying of exhaustion' nicely into that list too, though I'm not sure how long that would take.) At least I don't totally hate all of these activities.
Xinmin team 1 will be speaking in public at the second round of the auditions for The Arena! So exciting! (but if I were them, a truckful of supporters could kill me with anxiety) But there'll be banners all right :)
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Yikes!
I had a good laugh just now! Ask me why, tomorrow.
But I'm really really so so dead. I haven't finished the card for a certain important someone who loves shoes and is probably turning 40.
Anyway we had a mega cake today during our class party, courtesy of Ms Lim! It was very nice of her to throw a surprise party for us, but sadly I had just went back up after a heavy recess (of chicken rice, which was delicious though the soup tasted a tad too salty) so nope, no space for cake. That was my lunch and I survived the rest of the day by eating one of Nelson's fries when Andrea, Nelson and I went out to Mc's at hougang point. (I've never eaten a meal with a bitch-faggot and a horny bugger before! I jest with love—of course ;) )
But I knew I shouldn't have scrimped for lunch because I didn't have energy to slide up and down the notes when we were singing Jaakobin Pojat during choir today and it rained too, so hunger, crippled with relatively frosty windchill from the rain, and a shirt that refuses to be tucked it and pants that were really loose, made me a really pissed, cranky, PMT-sy debater that almost had it his way when a lady at the table next to me started calling her bowl of beef noodles 'stupid' (they were talking so loudly that I had later learnt they attended BSF earlier on. Very sad.) while I was having my dinner. At 10 PM. It was cold and I had to hug on to my Xinmin portfolio for whatever warmth a thermoplastic could grant me— just another one of those uses for huge files that I would never have thought of.
How would you design a card for a woman who seems to have everything, from dusty old Chanel and boring old LV to D&G or Bottega Veneta? (and with a hint of envy, I might have detected— commes des garcons.) Should I paste on dried rosebuds from a pack of L'Occitane potpourri? And for a touch of bourgeois, crystal studs from Cartier?
But I'm really really so so dead. I haven't finished the card for a certain important someone who loves shoes and is probably turning 40.
Anyway we had a mega cake today during our class party, courtesy of Ms Lim! It was very nice of her to throw a surprise party for us, but sadly I had just went back up after a heavy recess (of chicken rice, which was delicious though the soup tasted a tad too salty) so nope, no space for cake. That was my lunch and I survived the rest of the day by eating one of Nelson's fries when Andrea, Nelson and I went out to Mc's at hougang point. (I've never eaten a meal with a bitch-faggot and a horny bugger before! I jest with love—of course ;) )
But I knew I shouldn't have scrimped for lunch because I didn't have energy to slide up and down the notes when we were singing Jaakobin Pojat during choir today and it rained too, so hunger, crippled with relatively frosty windchill from the rain, and a shirt that refuses to be tucked it and pants that were really loose, made me a really pissed, cranky, PMT-sy debater that almost had it his way when a lady at the table next to me started calling her bowl of beef noodles 'stupid' (they were talking so loudly that I had later learnt they attended BSF earlier on. Very sad.) while I was having my dinner. At 10 PM. It was cold and I had to hug on to my Xinmin portfolio for whatever warmth a thermoplastic could grant me— just another one of those uses for huge files that I would never have thought of.
How would you design a card for a woman who seems to have everything, from dusty old Chanel and boring old LV to D&G or Bottega Veneta? (and with a hint of envy, I might have detected— commes des garcons.) Should I paste on dried rosebuds from a pack of L'Occitane potpourri? And for a touch of bourgeois, crystal studs from Cartier?
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Photos!
I'm quite high now because there was chocolate fondue at Benjamin and Vivian's wedding XD
I think this is a very nice photo of the debaters
Don't we all look smart and spiffy in our ties and blazers? So fancy =P I must say... Nelson has a very interesting expression and pose. And I did the tilt-body-smile-look-forward pose. Heh.
Remember this??
I remember I had just had my hair cut and I didn't like it particularly because the sides were too thick and puffed up like Chairman Mao. (well something like that) Look how some people have changed! (and also marvel at the people that haven't.)
I think this is a very nice photo of the debaters
Don't we all look smart and spiffy in our ties and blazers? So fancy =P I must say... Nelson has a very interesting expression and pose. And I did the tilt-body-smile-look-forward pose. Heh.
Remember this??
I remember I had just had my hair cut and I didn't like it particularly because the sides were too thick and puffed up like Chairman Mao. (well something like that) Look how some people have changed! (and also marvel at the people that haven't.)
Although it does have its perks...
Nope my team didn't make it through the auditions, because the judges felt 'we didn't have personality'.
Whoops! I totally forgot being on TV was about how much laughter you could squeeze out of the judges.
But then again, personality can be very important. I, too, wouldn't feel like being stuck in an auditorium listening to a debate about the environment by people who read off their plastic clipboards. However I feel I must allude to the insensitivity of certain staff, but I'll make a pass. (yes do blame it on showbiz stress) My glare would very probably be cut off from TV. I'll probably be shown staring blankly with my team mates after being hussled off while congratulating everyone.
But on a brighter note, Xinmin Team 1 made it in! We'll be waving our pom poms and banners (we'll consider lightsticks, heh) at Round 2 of the auditions this Saturday! (and that was probably the 4th time I said that) They'll still be giving their speeches presentation style ie. not against another team but with POIs from the judges though. Jiayou! I'm expecting to be seeing them on TV next year ;)
My experiences did not leave a jarring impression enough on me to write a tell-all book, but the wait to audition would have given me enough content. Xinmin team 2 was the last team from the group to audition, and frankly, we were way behind time.
And after that we went to Long John Silver's at J8 for lunch and then back to school. And I've finally printed my option form.
Whoops! I totally forgot being on TV was about how much laughter you could squeeze out of the judges.
But then again, personality can be very important. I, too, wouldn't feel like being stuck in an auditorium listening to a debate about the environment by people who read off their plastic clipboards. However I feel I must allude to the insensitivity of certain staff, but I'll make a pass. (yes do blame it on showbiz stress) My glare would very probably be cut off from TV. I'll probably be shown staring blankly with my team mates after being hussled off while congratulating everyone.
But on a brighter note, Xinmin Team 1 made it in! We'll be waving our pom poms and banners (we'll consider lightsticks, heh) at Round 2 of the auditions this Saturday! (and that was probably the 4th time I said that) They'll still be giving their speeches presentation style ie. not against another team but with POIs from the judges though. Jiayou! I'm expecting to be seeing them on TV next year ;)
My experiences did not leave a jarring impression enough on me to write a tell-all book, but the wait to audition would have given me enough content. Xinmin team 2 was the last team from the group to audition, and frankly, we were way behind time.
And after that we went to Long John Silver's at J8 for lunch and then back to school. And I've finally printed my option form.
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Frustration. Frustration. Frustration.
My computer isn't cooperating!! I can't access the online option form to select my streams. I've tried Firefox, Safari, IE, Omniweb, Flock, Netscape but nope. Nothing. They all have their annoying problems.
Looks like I'll be needing to rush for time tomorrow morning. I'll have to rush on debate prep and selecting my stream and getting the blazers and stuff all done. If I don't collapse tomorrow I'm gonna have to attribute it to God's grace. Seriously.
Hoo boy. Auditions are tomorrow. Will my next post take on the effect of glowing positivity or disappointment? I'll leave that to God. But it's something I can change as well. Mantra: Mustn't stammer. Must feel confident. Must remember important points. Mustn't stammer. Must inhale at right moments. Must look directly at judges and remember lines at the same time. Must aim for fluent, at least semi-witty, eloquant, unidiotic delivery. Mustn't stammer. Must remember it's ce-MENT not CE-ment. Must feel confident.
... I'm starting to lose my cool! Help!
Looks like I'll be needing to rush for time tomorrow morning. I'll have to rush on debate prep and selecting my stream and getting the blazers and stuff all done. If I don't collapse tomorrow I'm gonna have to attribute it to God's grace. Seriously.
Hoo boy. Auditions are tomorrow. Will my next post take on the effect of glowing positivity or disappointment? I'll leave that to God. But it's something I can change as well. Mantra: Mustn't stammer. Must feel confident. Must remember important points. Mustn't stammer. Must inhale at right moments. Must look directly at judges and remember lines at the same time. Must aim for fluent, at least semi-witty, eloquant, unidiotic delivery. Mustn't stammer. Must remember it's ce-MENT not CE-ment. Must feel confident.
... I'm starting to lose my cool! Help!
Saturday, October 21, 2006
More Blogthings
| You Are Surrealism |
 Dreamy and idealistic, you've created a world that is all your own. It's very likely that you've either dabbled in drugs or are naturally trippy. You are always trying to push beyond the boundaries of your culture and society. You believe that art, love, and freedom can change the world. |
Cool! I'm surreal and sort of dadaist. Now if only the mainstream could appreciate that.
| You Are Likely a Third Born |
 At your darkest moments, you feel vulnerable. At work and school, you do best when you're comparing things. When you love someone, you tend to like to please them. In friendship, you are loyal to one person. Your ideal careers are: sales, police officer, newspaper reporter, inventor, poet, and animal trainer. You will leave your mark on the world with inventions, poetry, and inspiration. |
I'm actually first-born but it would be nice to have older siblings. I've always wanted an older sibling.
| Your French Name is: |
 |
Hi, I'm Lance. Lance Cheron.
(It doesn't work. No.)
One more...
| If You Were Born in 2893... |
 Your Name Would Be: Laif Aoi And You Would Be: An Evil Space Warlord |
Cool.
Friday, October 20, 2006
Results
I feel kinda upset because I didn't manage to attain 75 for science. I got 74.
But all my subjects were pretty slightly-above average, and since consistancy is good, it all adds up (I guess)
Let's review my subjects, starting from the best. It makes me feel less worried (kinda) :
Geography - 84 (A1)
could have done better... dang.
Art - 84 (A1)
alright... I guess
Mathematics (Elementary) - 83 (A1)
Not good. I should have double checked paper 2! Because it sucked very badly T_T
Home Economics - 80 (A1)
I scored A1 in most of the mundane things... But still I could have done better
English - 76 (A1)
A1! Quite happy about it. But still could have done better
EL Literature - 74 (A2)
A2 for literature... ARGH. ARGH. ARGHKK. Quite idiotic. V. v. disappointing.
Science - 74 (A2)
If only I had changed my answer for Physics Section B! Woe.
History - 70 (A2)
Oh no...
Design & Technology - 69 (B3)
Nope I won't be taking that now
Chinese - 59 (C5)
Not surprising. But annoying because I improved greatly in SA2 itself. And I'm proud of it.
And A for music and CME.
And A2 for Project Work. Interestingly the teacher felt I put in lesser effort than the others. But it's ok, really.
Which makes my total percentage 75.3 and my level position 17th so far. I'm regressing! It's funny how a decimal point can determine exactly whether one person is better than the other person (academically, of course)
And I've got just a measly bronze for NAPFA. Sit and reach is just so relative to our own body types.
But the high distinction for English NSW put some glimmer into the day. (but I'm still griping that they never show recognition for that. Even the certificates are the same boring blue for every catagory of prizes. Everyone places so much emphasis on writing writing writing. Not that that's a bad thing, but some people can't do descriptive; some can't do argumentative. Let's not discourage future Man Booker Prize award winners by forcing writing questions with possibly conformist attitudes and not forgetting the cliché starting lines! Spare a thought for the markers!)
Time and time again I still have to remind myself that my results are really God-given graces. I have to remember that the most important thing is to acknowledge that all these are for the glory of God. The songs we sing, the things we say, even our thoughts and intentions should glorify him.
I'll really miss 1E3 and 203!
But when you've got a debate 'competition' coming up, little time is left for mere sentiment.
But all my subjects were pretty slightly-above average, and since consistancy is good, it all adds up (I guess)
Let's review my subjects, starting from the best. It makes me feel less worried (kinda) :
Geography - 84 (A1)
could have done better... dang.
Art - 84 (A1)
alright... I guess
Mathematics (Elementary) - 83 (A1)
Not good. I should have double checked paper 2! Because it sucked very badly T_T
Home Economics - 80 (A1)
I scored A1 in most of the mundane things... But still I could have done better
English - 76 (A1)
A1! Quite happy about it. But still could have done better
EL Literature - 74 (A2)
A2 for literature... ARGH. ARGH. ARGHKK. Quite idiotic. V. v. disappointing.
Science - 74 (A2)
If only I had changed my answer for Physics Section B! Woe.
History - 70 (A2)
Oh no...
Design & Technology - 69 (B3)
Nope I won't be taking that now
Chinese - 59 (C5)
Not surprising. But annoying because I improved greatly in SA2 itself. And I'm proud of it.
And A for music and CME.
And A2 for Project Work. Interestingly the teacher felt I put in lesser effort than the others. But it's ok, really.
Which makes my total percentage 75.3 and my level position 17th so far. I'm regressing! It's funny how a decimal point can determine exactly whether one person is better than the other person (academically, of course)
And I've got just a measly bronze for NAPFA. Sit and reach is just so relative to our own body types.
But the high distinction for English NSW put some glimmer into the day. (but I'm still griping that they never show recognition for that. Even the certificates are the same boring blue for every catagory of prizes. Everyone places so much emphasis on writing writing writing. Not that that's a bad thing, but some people can't do descriptive; some can't do argumentative. Let's not discourage future Man Booker Prize award winners by forcing writing questions with possibly conformist attitudes and not forgetting the cliché starting lines! Spare a thought for the markers!)
Time and time again I still have to remind myself that my results are really God-given graces. I have to remember that the most important thing is to acknowledge that all these are for the glory of God. The songs we sing, the things we say, even our thoughts and intentions should glorify him.
I'll really miss 1E3 and 203!
But when you've got a debate 'competition' coming up, little time is left for mere sentiment.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Sunday, October 15, 2006
2
I should have ignored my previous post.
Because I won't let their crimes against the literatus and culture get away so easily.
But first, I'll need to review my paper when I get it back and see whether it is really so deserving of that mark.
Yeah! So sue me for every mark that I've got. I'm prepared to defend my essay because it definitely wasn't writing for the sake of writing, and definitely writing from the heart. I'll write a thousand word explanation on my sentence structures and imagery used and how it totally makes sense in line with the question, however equally ambiguous it may be. I'll feel a sense of achievement from writing something I want to write, than selling myself out for something cookie-cutter and a contradictiction of my values just to attain high marks. I'll feel ashamed—very ashamed, mind you—of writing a warped piece that I hated writing just to add on to numbers that take on the facade of being the deciding factor of our future.
Because I won't let this make me sad or anything, nor would I allow it to cause remorse or regret. I'm proud of every single thing I wrote that was filled with passion and that I actually enjoyed writing. If essays had feelings, mine would have been extremely hurt and insulted. I would embrace it rather than treat it with disdain. I would tell it of its shining qualities. I would love it as how a mother would love a child with special needs.
Because I won't let their crimes against the literatus and culture get away so easily.
But first, I'll need to review my paper when I get it back and see whether it is really so deserving of that mark.
Yeah! So sue me for every mark that I've got. I'm prepared to defend my essay because it definitely wasn't writing for the sake of writing, and definitely writing from the heart. I'll write a thousand word explanation on my sentence structures and imagery used and how it totally makes sense in line with the question, however equally ambiguous it may be. I'll feel a sense of achievement from writing something I want to write, than selling myself out for something cookie-cutter and a contradictiction of my values just to attain high marks. I'll feel ashamed—very ashamed, mind you—of writing a warped piece that I hated writing just to add on to numbers that take on the facade of being the deciding factor of our future.
Because I won't let this make me sad or anything, nor would I allow it to cause remorse or regret. I'm proud of every single thing I wrote that was filled with passion and that I actually enjoyed writing. If essays had feelings, mine would have been extremely hurt and insulted. I would embrace it rather than treat it with disdain. I would tell it of its shining qualities. I would love it as how a mother would love a child with special needs.
Saturday, October 14, 2006
uggghhkk
i feel robbed of even any remotest trace of talent, self-esteem, energy, free-will and possibly even the will to live. I'm not kidding. I feel that i've disappointed myself, plus everyone.
Because when you have always been at the top, there are people who want to get you down, I guess. They'll be happy when this will be their chance to catch me at my lowest. And well, shit—at the most important point in the year too. So what have I learnt? Life's a bitch. I tried to deal with it but it's funny how it hurls rotten fruits at you on a regular basis.
I'm sorry if you found this a post a tad too cryptic to understand. It was probably as abstract as my English Paper 1 too. Yeah, school's the last place I should be expressing myself because obviously being true to myself sometimes perturbs, or offends people that I don't intend to. And in no point in time, under any circumstances should I make Nabokovian references again. I apologize for writing in a style different from everyone's expectations. I apologize for my own creativity, or lack thereof. I apologize for experimenting with a different writing persona. I apologize for being probably too brash, and abstract, in standing for what I believed in, as a tribute to my friends who really made me re-think my mentality and attitude in the past.
Because when you have always been at the top, there are people who want to get you down, I guess. They'll be happy when this will be their chance to catch me at my lowest. And well, shit—at the most important point in the year too. So what have I learnt? Life's a bitch. I tried to deal with it but it's funny how it hurls rotten fruits at you on a regular basis.
I'm sorry if you found this a post a tad too cryptic to understand. It was probably as abstract as my English Paper 1 too. Yeah, school's the last place I should be expressing myself because obviously being true to myself sometimes perturbs, or offends people that I don't intend to. And in no point in time, under any circumstances should I make Nabokovian references again. I apologize for writing in a style different from everyone's expectations. I apologize for my own creativity, or lack thereof. I apologize for experimenting with a different writing persona. I apologize for being probably too brash, and abstract, in standing for what I believed in, as a tribute to my friends who really made me re-think my mentality and attitude in the past.
Friday, October 13, 2006
Indulge in a blogthing
| You Are 77% Indie |
 You're a very indie person, and admit it, you look down a little on people who strive to be normal. You'll indulge in a little mainstream pop culture every now and then. But for you, anything not indie is a guilty pleasure! |
I'm SO indie. But I'm not really attracted to body piercings, no way. I think unnatural-looking holes in random areas just scare me. They look like dimples that went very wrong.
Washed out
I hated today. It was noisy, loud and full of insensitivity. But still, I've learnt to appreciate the people in school more, because their funny, almost eccentric ways never fail to crack me up. Yes, keeping a downtrodden face doesn't help or make everyone want to cheer you up. Staying depressed won't make me feel more confident or content. I hope that from the things that happened today, I'll begin to understand my own fragility without God. And that results aren't everything, because we need to ask ourselves: so what if you end up taking 4 more subjects than other people? I'll have 5 minutes of short-lived happiness when seeing the results, but 2 years of hardship and stress that will affect the other more imprtant areas in life?
Results aren't everything, even though society and our own government has to force predefined roles and their perceptions down our throat. What matters is whether one is convinced that our subject combinations are what we are most capable of. So even though how well I do in examinations are of certain importance, my top priority still is not just to myself, but to God.
Another thing I lack: patience and the ability to manage my own impulsivity. Sometimes emotions may be difficult to contain, but I believe that rational thinking often becomes diluted in our own sea of anger or discontent.
Results aren't everything, even though society and our own government has to force predefined roles and their perceptions down our throat. What matters is whether one is convinced that our subject combinations are what we are most capable of. So even though how well I do in examinations are of certain importance, my top priority still is not just to myself, but to God.
Another thing I lack: patience and the ability to manage my own impulsivity. Sometimes emotions may be difficult to contain, but I believe that rational thinking often becomes diluted in our own sea of anger or discontent.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
EOYs - Day 5 & 6
I can't help mentioning, but this is my 200th post :D I'm 200 posts young. Heh heh.
DAY 5
Science (biology, chemistry and physics) was sad and nerve wrecking! I shall predict my results now (I did pretty badly for the Physics componant)
I might get (out of 20)—
15 for Biology
16 for Chemistry
and
13 for Physics. (yes I screwed up the last question. how was I supposed to imagine that kid travelling to school nearly 5km away in a few minutes just on a bicycle??)
Art. That was the last art exam I would have sat for in my entire life (though hopefully not). I think I made the colours too pale and muted though, not that vibrant and outstanding as say, using simple primary and some secondary colours like the others.
DAY 6
Literature paper was so fun! We had unseen poetry and this time the poem was about a beggar in Bombay (heh– alliteration). Sadly, I spent 30 minutes on my Unseen Poetry, which, even sadder, was only the first section. Still I'm glad I filled up 2 pages of meaningful stuff. The usual questions came out for Monkey's Paw (well there isn't very much to ask since it's only a play slightly below twenty pages). At the moment I was attacking the paper, we were reminded to write at least 2 pages for each question, sparking panic among most of us. Note to self: write faster next time!
But when answering Literature essay questions, I need to get into the mood for Literature first. By numbing the sensations in my hand (they say that you don't feel anything once you've crossed the pain threshold) and mentally preparing myself to switch to Flowery Language Mode (in which I start sounding almost pretentious, which is the problem that I fear the most).
Section C was about Animal Farm. Yes, even though Animal Farm may be considered a 'classic', or at least, a significant work on political satire, the themes about power and corruption and equality sometimes gets too much into me that I start accusing (need I say, wrongly, accusing) some authorities of becoming tyrannical and somewhat beucreaucratic. I feel that Animal Farm did not exactly enlighten me, but brainwashed me into cynicism. George Orwell is one clever chap.
I'm sad. Sad and worried for those who seem almost unsure, or even ashamed of their faith to call themselves Christian. I do feel very, very encouraged by my other friends who are really devoted and disciplined, but then again, it is the ill who needs the attention of a doctor the most (I'm having a Mr-Lim-and-his-analogies moment). Nevermind, we shall continue in our prayers about them :)
DAY 5
Science (biology, chemistry and physics) was sad and nerve wrecking! I shall predict my results now (I did pretty badly for the Physics componant)
I might get (out of 20)—
15 for Biology
16 for Chemistry
and
13 for Physics. (yes I screwed up the last question. how was I supposed to imagine that kid travelling to school nearly 5km away in a few minutes just on a bicycle??)
Art. That was the last art exam I would have sat for in my entire life (though hopefully not). I think I made the colours too pale and muted though, not that vibrant and outstanding as say, using simple primary and some secondary colours like the others.
DAY 6
Literature paper was so fun! We had unseen poetry and this time the poem was about a beggar in Bombay (heh– alliteration). Sadly, I spent 30 minutes on my Unseen Poetry, which, even sadder, was only the first section. Still I'm glad I filled up 2 pages of meaningful stuff. The usual questions came out for Monkey's Paw (well there isn't very much to ask since it's only a play slightly below twenty pages). At the moment I was attacking the paper, we were reminded to write at least 2 pages for each question, sparking panic among most of us. Note to self: write faster next time!
But when answering Literature essay questions, I need to get into the mood for Literature first. By numbing the sensations in my hand (they say that you don't feel anything once you've crossed the pain threshold) and mentally preparing myself to switch to Flowery Language Mode (in which I start sounding almost pretentious, which is the problem that I fear the most).
Section C was about Animal Farm. Yes, even though Animal Farm may be considered a 'classic', or at least, a significant work on political satire, the themes about power and corruption and equality sometimes gets too much into me that I start accusing (need I say, wrongly, accusing) some authorities of becoming tyrannical and somewhat beucreaucratic. I feel that Animal Farm did not exactly enlighten me, but brainwashed me into cynicism. George Orwell is one clever chap.
I'm sad. Sad and worried for those who seem almost unsure, or even ashamed of their faith to call themselves Christian. I do feel very, very encouraged by my other friends who are really devoted and disciplined, but then again, it is the ill who needs the attention of a doctor the most (I'm having a Mr-Lim-and-his-analogies moment). Nevermind, we shall continue in our prayers about them :)
Monday, October 09, 2006
EOYs - Day 4
Right. I couldn't help it but
I'm tired and sort-of stressed and totally hating exams.
English Paper 1 was quite easy. Much much easier than paper we sat for during Mid-year's (remember 'waves permeating her body as she struck the bowl'?) but rather boring and let's face it– forgettable– it was something about bee hunting and the Rajis from Tibet.
Maths Paper 1 was so fun! The questions were 'fresher' (albeit with a variation of the 'if (a+b)^2=x, was is a^2+b^2?' which has appeared in every one of my class tests that concerned factorization and differences of perfect squares). I for one particularly enjoyed the Venn Diagram questions. I hope Paper 2 would be just as fun. Heh.
Do I sound like I've been preparing for my art exam for the whole afternoon? If I pick up another colour pencil I'm gonna smash it very badly into my half-malfunctioning non-manual pencil sharpener. And then let my chinchillas chew on its woody delights. Urgh.
And... there's science tomorrow :D
I'm tired and sort-of stressed and totally hating exams.
English Paper 1 was quite easy. Much much easier than paper we sat for during Mid-year's (remember 'waves permeating her body as she struck the bowl'?) but rather boring and let's face it– forgettable– it was something about bee hunting and the Rajis from Tibet.
Maths Paper 1 was so fun! The questions were 'fresher' (albeit with a variation of the 'if (a+b)^2=x, was is a^2+b^2?' which has appeared in every one of my class tests that concerned factorization and differences of perfect squares). I for one particularly enjoyed the Venn Diagram questions. I hope Paper 2 would be just as fun. Heh.
Do I sound like I've been preparing for my art exam for the whole afternoon? If I pick up another colour pencil I'm gonna smash it very badly into my half-malfunctioning non-manual pencil sharpener. And then let my chinchillas chew on its woody delights. Urgh.
And... there's science tomorrow :D
Friday, October 06, 2006
EOYs - Day 3
I can hardly believe it's Friday already.
I'm suffering from post-EL Paper 1 syndrome, where one feels intense worry over the quality of the essay written. Oh yes I get that all the time. This time, I felt, I made it sound like my most personal work, but it just sounded irritatingly rhetoric. I'm rather pleased with my Letter of Persuation though. Something about participating in a 'Go Green' competition– easy peasy.
Geography paper was really amusing. The MCQs were in fact, subtly funny if you thought about it– just by imagining Miss Ng reading out the question aloud and laughing at the mistakes. Seriously, just by doing that, I had figured out most of the answers.
I'm having feelings of nostalgy now because the sec 4s are leaving soon. Yes the sec 4s are leaving soon. I don't like this sinking feeling of knowing that the people whom you've always looked up to are going to leave in just a couple of month's time. I don't know whether Mother Bird gets this feeling everytime her young ones have learnt how to fly and leave the nest to fend for themselves in that harsh cruel world.
I don't have feathers and I ain't no mother, but I'm starting to miss my seniors already. Like Nicholas, Elizabeth, Christine, Anthony, Hazel, Jonathan, Pin Hui, Jing Bao, Yi Xuan, Lisa, Eve, Zhiqing, Baozhen (the list would get longer if I just rattled away) Reason being that I could have never imagine a person in a different level when I was in sec 1. (oh, that was just only a year ago) But for some people it can sometimes feel as if you had known them all your life. Funny, innit? I can think of purple seascapes and jelly donut clouds but can't imagine life next year without the sec 4s.
I'm suffering from post-EL Paper 1 syndrome, where one feels intense worry over the quality of the essay written. Oh yes I get that all the time. This time, I felt, I made it sound like my most personal work, but it just sounded irritatingly rhetoric. I'm rather pleased with my Letter of Persuation though. Something about participating in a 'Go Green' competition– easy peasy.
Geography paper was really amusing. The MCQs were in fact, subtly funny if you thought about it– just by imagining Miss Ng reading out the question aloud and laughing at the mistakes. Seriously, just by doing that, I had figured out most of the answers.
I'm having feelings of nostalgy now because the sec 4s are leaving soon. Yes the sec 4s are leaving soon. I don't like this sinking feeling of knowing that the people whom you've always looked up to are going to leave in just a couple of month's time. I don't know whether Mother Bird gets this feeling everytime her young ones have learnt how to fly and leave the nest to fend for themselves in that harsh cruel world.
I don't have feathers and I ain't no mother, but I'm starting to miss my seniors already. Like Nicholas, Elizabeth, Christine, Anthony, Hazel, Jonathan, Pin Hui, Jing Bao, Yi Xuan, Lisa, Eve, Zhiqing, Baozhen (the list would get longer if I just rattled away) Reason being that I could have never imagine a person in a different level when I was in sec 1. (oh, that was just only a year ago) But for some people it can sometimes feel as if you had known them all your life. Funny, innit? I can think of purple seascapes and jelly donut clouds but can't imagine life next year without the sec 4s.
Thursday, October 05, 2006
EOYs - Day 2
YESS!
Ben Sherman and Miss Selfridge are re-opening in Singapore!! And they are having their It's a mod mod world fashion show tomorrow at the paragon but I'd be stuck slogging for art exam. Ugh.
MT paper 1 was alright—I ended up writing about one destructive boy who didn't receive enough love from the people around him. And formal letter writing wasn't too bad either, although I think I wrote a wrong numerical form in my letter.
MT paper 2 was no so alright. I managed to finish all the questions but some of my answers were as good as leaving the question blank! The cloze passage was about grass and its strength and resilience, etc. etc., the most memorable passage, for me was the first comprehension passage about independence (which gave me a very very bad impression of the author's sense of judgement). At first I panicked, because I didn't know what the passage was talking about, and actually thought for some time that the author was talking about dieting until I read the last sentence. Heh. I shall never be able to become fully Chinese, despite actually being in HMT in primary school and passing it for PSLE. (Not many people are convinced of my ethnicity so I usually have to lie if I was in a hurry, sadly.)
I'll be sitting for my English Paper 1 and Geography paper tomorrow– two fun, managable subjects! I'm kinda starting to love exams more.
Did I mention I'm starting to find the work of Claude Debussy wonderful and perhaps almost even magical? I especially enjoy Arabesque no.1 and Reverie. He weaves intricate patterns and sculpts soundscapes that are still fresh and relevant today, something that I particularly admire in most classical piano music. Try searching for him in the iTunes Store!
Ben Sherman and Miss Selfridge are re-opening in Singapore!! And they are having their It's a mod mod world fashion show tomorrow at the paragon but I'd be stuck slogging for art exam. Ugh.
MT paper 1 was alright—I ended up writing about one destructive boy who didn't receive enough love from the people around him. And formal letter writing wasn't too bad either, although I think I wrote a wrong numerical form in my letter.
MT paper 2 was no so alright. I managed to finish all the questions but some of my answers were as good as leaving the question blank! The cloze passage was about grass and its strength and resilience, etc. etc., the most memorable passage, for me was the first comprehension passage about independence (which gave me a very very bad impression of the author's sense of judgement). At first I panicked, because I didn't know what the passage was talking about, and actually thought for some time that the author was talking about dieting until I read the last sentence. Heh. I shall never be able to become fully Chinese, despite actually being in HMT in primary school and passing it for PSLE. (Not many people are convinced of my ethnicity so I usually have to lie if I was in a hurry, sadly.)
I'll be sitting for my English Paper 1 and Geography paper tomorrow– two fun, managable subjects! I'm kinda starting to love exams more.
Did I mention I'm starting to find the work of Claude Debussy wonderful and perhaps almost even magical? I especially enjoy Arabesque no.1 and Reverie. He weaves intricate patterns and sculpts soundscapes that are still fresh and relevant today, something that I particularly admire in most classical piano music. Try searching for him in the iTunes Store!
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
EOYs - Day 1
English Oral Exam was a breeze! I found the read-aloud passage about snakes rather dry and insipid (it was something about two boys called Vincent and Antony and their zeal for snakes), but really, the last line of the passage made me snicker, because it served as the major 'punchline' to this little story. Very cute.
The conversation bit caught me a little off-guard, because it was about snakes, and eventually that progressed into a discussion about animals, which is a subject I hadn't been expecting (until I read the passage, with a dismal sigh). What I had been looking forward to was a topic about social problems, such as the nature of teenage delinquency or the danger that the mass media poses to teenagers, but since my examner was such a wonderful conversationalist (something that I hadn't thought him of), we managed to cover the conversation into something much deeper and meaningful. I particularly enjoyed the bit about naturalists such as Steve Irwin who over-sensationalize animals in danger of extinction, and how the phrase 'life is all about gaining knowledge' may take a very self-centred approach. However, I found the points I brought up very random and unexpected but I think it all fitted together nicely.
Mother Tongue Oral Exam was hellish. I waited for quite a long time to reach my turn, and was rudely surprised to see a passage about fighting fish that was riddled with words that appeared very foreign to me (but after that I faked my way through the passage, albeit with stutterings and oh no– 'ums'). But that aside, I think the topic given was quite interesting. Something on domestic helpers in Singapore, and whether it was rational for families to have domestic helpers. My points were good, my pronounciation was very obviously sub-par. And once again, I was asked the all too familiar question of whether I'm Chinese and whether I speak Mandarin at home. The thing about examiners who take me for Chinese is, they seem more sympathetic and 'interactive' then most EL oral examiners and I think it's very good that pointers and comments were given after the end of the examination, instead of in EL exams when one is 'left in the lurch', never knowing what the teacher might be thinking.
I'll be sitting for my Mother Tongue Papers 1 and 2 tomorrow. I'm definitely going to do the formal letter question.
The conversation bit caught me a little off-guard, because it was about snakes, and eventually that progressed into a discussion about animals, which is a subject I hadn't been expecting (until I read the passage, with a dismal sigh). What I had been looking forward to was a topic about social problems, such as the nature of teenage delinquency or the danger that the mass media poses to teenagers, but since my examner was such a wonderful conversationalist (something that I hadn't thought him of), we managed to cover the conversation into something much deeper and meaningful. I particularly enjoyed the bit about naturalists such as Steve Irwin who over-sensationalize animals in danger of extinction, and how the phrase 'life is all about gaining knowledge' may take a very self-centred approach. However, I found the points I brought up very random and unexpected but I think it all fitted together nicely.
Mother Tongue Oral Exam was hellish. I waited for quite a long time to reach my turn, and was rudely surprised to see a passage about fighting fish that was riddled with words that appeared very foreign to me (but after that I faked my way through the passage, albeit with stutterings and oh no– 'ums'). But that aside, I think the topic given was quite interesting. Something on domestic helpers in Singapore, and whether it was rational for families to have domestic helpers. My points were good, my pronounciation was very obviously sub-par. And once again, I was asked the all too familiar question of whether I'm Chinese and whether I speak Mandarin at home. The thing about examiners who take me for Chinese is, they seem more sympathetic and 'interactive' then most EL oral examiners and I think it's very good that pointers and comments were given after the end of the examination, instead of in EL exams when one is 'left in the lurch', never knowing what the teacher might be thinking.
I'll be sitting for my Mother Tongue Papers 1 and 2 tomorrow. I'm definitely going to do the formal letter question.
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Strangest sympathy usually comes from me
I'm not sure about you, but I've came across the blog of this, supposed, man, who whines because he didn't like products from Malaysia, very much obviously felt the wrath of an exasperated girl (probably while drunk in self-centred egotist-misogynist glory. I can't blame the girls), and anyway still feels the urge to condemn, rebuke, and very excitedly spew ridiculous assertions, perhaps with the mindset he has all the mental capacity and artful vocabulary that sometimes is tragically mistaken for eloquence and thus can spew his thoughtless opinions around.
And hello, he preens that he had attended nyps and the raffles family of schools, but surprise surprise, doesn't have room in his cranium for a little friend called Rational Thinking. ergo, common sense.
Poor, poor man. I really do hope he finally sees the good in mankind, judging from his numerous angst-ridden bursts of uncontrolled confusion and hopelessness.
This post is dedicated to him and everyone who has ever felt that way :) Maybe one day you'll realize. If only.
And hello, he preens that he had attended nyps and the raffles family of schools, but surprise surprise, doesn't have room in his cranium for a little friend called Rational Thinking. ergo, common sense.
Poor, poor man. I really do hope he finally sees the good in mankind, judging from his numerous angst-ridden bursts of uncontrolled confusion and hopelessness.
This post is dedicated to him and everyone who has ever felt that way :) Maybe one day you'll realize. If only.
EOYs - Day 0
I went to mug with Andrea and Shaojie at the Bishan library this afternoon, but not before having lunch and getting my passport-sized photo taken. But I wasted $6 because of a wrong selection, so now I have a huge near-postcard sized photograph of me grinning stupidly (that surprisingly, most people ask whether they could have it. I know, I look great huh :) ) But that meant a few days of skipping recess... which is a promise made to myself that I can't keep, because we're not allowed to stay around the classrooms so the best place to go would then be the canteen, where one would be obliged to purchase some food due to peer pressure and encouragement from the mass media to 'keep fit by eating two servings of fruits and vegetables everyday' and from education, because 'it is important to stay in the healthy weight range' and since 'anorexia is a eating-disorder, with sufferers skipping meals and often giving the excuse that they are saving money', I don't want any suspicion.
But anyway, we spent our time in the library mostly reading geography (and I did E. Maths) before getting distracted by books on Applied Psychology and Western Philosophy and Animal Rights. Well I needed a break!
Right now my sister is half-panicking because she's taking her first PSLE paper tomorrow!
And that's really all the pens she's packing into her huge pencilcase. Two years ago, I hardly cared whether my remaining pen still had ink or not. Ah well.
And I'm the one panicking because MT oral will be one of the papers tomorrow and I can't utter a sentence of Mandarin that sounds clever and convincing. (especially for simple phrases like 'sponge' and 'absorbant' and 'porous') (yes I was trying to translate an episode of Spongebob Squarepants into Chinese.)
And I've figured out that I really hated life in primary school. I prefer secondary school.
But anyway, we spent our time in the library mostly reading geography (and I did E. Maths) before getting distracted by books on Applied Psychology and Western Philosophy and Animal Rights. Well I needed a break!
Right now my sister is half-panicking because she's taking her first PSLE paper tomorrow!
And that's really all the pens she's packing into her huge pencilcase. Two years ago, I hardly cared whether my remaining pen still had ink or not. Ah well.
And I'm the one panicking because MT oral will be one of the papers tomorrow and I can't utter a sentence of Mandarin that sounds clever and convincing. (especially for simple phrases like 'sponge' and 'absorbant' and 'porous') (yes I was trying to translate an episode of Spongebob Squarepants into Chinese.)
And I've figured out that I really hated life in primary school. I prefer secondary school.
Monday, October 02, 2006
Freedom
Freedom... by ~skidu on deviantART
Oh did I mention I'm one of the bloggers chosen to try out blogger beta? It's cool and I can customize templates by dragging different sections and headers around! No, blogger didn't make me say that. I just found that feature pretty cool.
Anyway, I like watching hundreds of balloons being released at the same time, or better still, colour-coordinated balloons. It evokes feelings that haven't been given words to describe yet, but I don't mind the frustration of the limited descriptive vocabulary since it takes the magic out of floating balloons by concentrating on things to say and write, one's personal thoughts and reflections, habits of mind (ok yes I responded with wonderment and awe, but, y'know, whatever, etc.
No I won't!
I shan't put my blog on hiatus just because of exams! I shan't succumb to worldy ideas and expectations that only breed envy and hate!
So I shall comment on my exam papers and perhaps some in-depth discussion. (with myself, since everyone would be mugging for other exams, anyway.)
But. Just for the sake of proving that I've done my revision, here are mathematical formulae for finding out the volume of... well, stuff.
Vol. of pyramid= 1/3 * base area * height
Surface area of pyramid= base area + 4(1/2 * slant height * one side of base)
Vol. of cylinder= πr^2 * height
Surface area of cylinder= (Ï€d * height) + 2(Ï€r^2)
Vol. of cone= 1/3 * πr^2 * height
Surface area of cone= (Ï€ * radius * slant height) + (Ï€r^2)
Vol. of sphere= 4/3 * π * r^3
Surface area of sphere= 4Ï€r^2
I shall study Geography and E. Maths tomorrow... again.
So I shall comment on my exam papers and perhaps some in-depth discussion. (with myself, since everyone would be mugging for other exams, anyway.)
But. Just for the sake of proving that I've done my revision, here are mathematical formulae for finding out the volume of... well, stuff.
Vol. of pyramid= 1/3 * base area * height
Surface area of pyramid= base area + 4(1/2 * slant height * one side of base)
Vol. of cylinder= πr^2 * height
Surface area of cylinder= (Ï€d * height) + 2(Ï€r^2)
Vol. of cone= 1/3 * πr^2 * height
Surface area of cone= (Ï€ * radius * slant height) + (Ï€r^2)
Vol. of sphere= 4/3 * π * r^3
Surface area of sphere= 4Ï€r^2
I shall study Geography and E. Maths tomorrow... again.
Sunday, October 01, 2006
i may look like i'm about to give up but seriously, i'm not. but anyway
There are times when I want to holler,
SCREW YOU, FREAKIN EFFED-UP EDUCATION SYSTEM!!
But then I don't see what's the use because they'll probably just concoct some (and I quote from various sources) 'deliciously empowering' scheme to 'fix' the 'mis-guided youth of today'. WHAT'S THE USE? We aren't in the GEP or IP so who really listens to the average student who hasn't had enough enlightment to sort his angst into a pretty little Letter To The ST Forum. And yet, then again, it quickly becomes overshadowed by letters concerning a Mr Heng who has already paid his credit card bill but is still mistakenly held responsible for his supposed debts and wants to share his frustration with millions of other readers, or a Ms Lee who feels the need to complain about taxi drivers in Singapore.
So, still squeezing your eyes tightly at your neighbourhood schools who are overshadowed by the elite? Why should a child's life path already be decided when he is only 9? And then again at 12? And occasionally at 14?
We have, I'm afraid, become a nation breeding a generation with a manic obsession solely focused on achievements that give delusions of fulfillment. And still 'leading psychologists have found out that a little competition is healthy'. I'm not sure how many students would at this moment, come up and proudly justify this statement, unless lured by lavish media attention of sorts.
SCREW YOU, FREAKIN EFFED-UP EDUCATION SYSTEM!!
But then I don't see what's the use because they'll probably just concoct some (and I quote from various sources) 'deliciously empowering' scheme to 'fix' the 'mis-guided youth of today'. WHAT'S THE USE? We aren't in the GEP or IP so who really listens to the average student who hasn't had enough enlightment to sort his angst into a pretty little Letter To The ST Forum. And yet, then again, it quickly becomes overshadowed by letters concerning a Mr Heng who has already paid his credit card bill but is still mistakenly held responsible for his supposed debts and wants to share his frustration with millions of other readers, or a Ms Lee who feels the need to complain about taxi drivers in Singapore.
So, still squeezing your eyes tightly at your neighbourhood schools who are overshadowed by the elite? Why should a child's life path already be decided when he is only 9? And then again at 12? And occasionally at 14?
We have, I'm afraid, become a nation breeding a generation with a manic obsession solely focused on achievements that give delusions of fulfillment. And still 'leading psychologists have found out that a little competition is healthy'. I'm not sure how many students would at this moment, come up and proudly justify this statement, unless lured by lavish media attention of sorts.
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