Month: September 2013

Everyone has taken risks, right? And at least once you’ve gotten away with it untroubled, right? 😉

I’m gonna list 5 risks I’ve taken so far, uncaught. Damn I’m a naughty kid.

1) Accidentally dropped my mum’s Motorola into a swimming pool in 2009. Thank God that was her second phone and not much data was stored in it yet.

2) Brought my phone into one of the EOY papers last year and I didn’t even realize it until the end of exam. That’s when I realized how lucky I was I might be f*cked.

3) I went fishing in Malaysia and I broke the fishing rod and the person didn’t even realize it was broken when I returned the rod to him. Muahahaha.

4) There was this once overseas when I was having buffet breakfast in the hotel restaurant and I sort of spilled the entire contents of the milk on the table .___.

5) I once found a condom in a Taiwan hotel and I….. smuggled it back to show my friends. ( You’re gonna judge me for this one, aren’t you )

 

Toodles guys. I’ll see you soon.

I’m gonna come up with 10 reasons why exams are bad for you. Watch me.

1) The most successful people in our era, were extremely unsuccessful at school.

2) It is scientifically proven that stress levels in exams can cause a lot of health problems for us.

3) Research has suggested that 25-40% of the world student population suffers from test anxiety, especially those with disabilities, or in gifted education classes.

4) Exams cause emotional and physical distress.

5)Test anxiety has been shown to have a consistently negative relationship with test performance, and test-anxious students are found to perform about 12 percent below their non-anxious peers. 

6) It negatively impacts social behaviors.

7) Students who suffer from text anxiety generally feel bad about themselves at school.

8) Common symptoms include headaches, stomach upsets, sweating, and feeling of dread.

9) Excessive adrenaline is released during periods of exam stress, and during exam itself that triggers increased heart rate and breathing, and blanking out.

10) In conclusion, text anxiety consists physiological overarousal, worry and dreading, cognitive and behavioural, and emotional impacts.

Say no to exams.

Just in case any teacher is reading this, I hope I’m not screwed yet.

 

Credits: Wikipedia

I think it’s time for me to briefly summarize this year up a little bit, because every year is worth a story.

Pretty much, I hated my classroom initially because it was in the deep dark corners of nobodyland, and not a single soul walked past my classroom. Not very often, anyway. And it was also a heck of a journey to the toilet.

And I didn’t really like the year 3 syllabus as well, especially when I was already stuck at the first topic of math. I remember doing year 3 assessment at the end of 2012 and I was thinking how the hell am I supposed to endure year 3 when the math syllabus was like asdfghjkl hard. And the timetables really sucked and I missed dismissal at 2.30 or earlier every single day. Now it’s like the earliest is 2.30 and the latest can drag all the way to 4pm and by then everyone would probably have died from lethargy. It’s just not right to put students on the same chair for 7 hours. It will accumulate fat, and sitting down for long hours isn’t healthy for your body and can lead to earlier death. I guess all Singapore students will die significantly earlier than other students. Ha ha ha.

But I really felt the class bond more this year, and we did a lot of things we never managed to do last year, or in 2011 because everyone cooperated more with everyone else, probably because everyone started to realize if we don’t cherish each other now we ain’t never gonna have the time to do it again next year. Sigh I wish we’d never need to split. And if anyone from 3A is even reading this I just wanna give you a big thank you for brightening up my school life in every aspect. Without you, it wouldn’t be the same. Regardless if I’m actually close to you, thank you anyway.

CCA has been very stressful this year, with a lot on our plates. But somehow all of the year threes managed to pull it through until now, and to all my fellow CCA batchmates jiayou for your EOYs. It’s kinda sad we’ll be in our final year in B div and secondary school next year, after which we’ll all be moving up to JC. You guys have stuck with me since year 1, and all the while we’ve put up with each other and stuck through every single competition season from the start to the end. I’ll never forget our team pep talks and maybe this is what makes us, us. Identity.

I met a lot of new people this year, thank you twitter (HA HA HA) but seriously it’s nice knowing new people especially if you already know they exist but social network has somehow brought you guys closer.

Lastly, mug strong. October 7 guys, then you can party the house down.

Jiayou guys.

” It is during the darkest moments that we must focus to see the light. “
And I believe nothing is more depressing than the upcoming EOYs, 7 straight torturous exam days.

But that’s not too bad, one week zooms by in the flutter of an eyelid, right? We’re always complaining how time flies by, right?

I’ve never really been the best in anything, in everything I do. But I’ve always been one of the better ones regardless of what I do. Just never the best. Maybe this is just me, good at everything but I can’t top anything. 完美但非出类拔萃。And sometimes it really bothers me because maybe just once, I want to be the best at something. Just once, at anything.

People say, as long as you have the passion you can achieve it. We are driven by passion regardless of what we do, if not why would we be doing it? Life is too short to waste. But why does the road to success comes with a truckload of obstacles that sometimes so nearly or if not completely put out the flame in your passion?

When I was young I watched a TV show, and I still remember what the host of the show said
“Have you ever wondered, why are you, you? What makes you, you?”

That’s a very deep question to ponder over, and none of us will ever know the answer.

Suppose God knew when our parents made us, and on the day of delivery he sends down a baby to them. Suppose we were all made by him, but planted into our mothers’ wombs. Suppose he created each and single one of us with care and detail, and not one of us are the same even if we’re identical twins.

SUPPOSE we were programmed into the world all at once, and every single person is a server on its own. Suppose you are the only person alive in your server, and everyone else are just programmed there for you. Suppose your friend isn’t really a person, just a server God put into your world. Have you ever wondered, what makes you so uniquely yourself?

Touch your hands, why are you, you?
Turn your heads, why are you, you?

The fact that you are yourself, and not anyone else. The fact that you are a single soul with control over a solid body.

I bet that’s psychology at its very deepest. That’s why I’ve always dreamt of being a psychologist. If not a journalist or a writer.

Ten years ago, I was scolded by my teacher for putting a Lego brick into my mouth. Ten years ago, my teacher said I was unhygienic because I licked a spoon in the toy box. 8 years ago, on the first day of Primary 1, I fell off the canteen steps and I swore pretty loudly. 7 years ago, I was caught by the Bookaburra book company assistant who came into my school and did a book fair sale, for stealing. I still regret that to this date. 6 years ago, I took a Doraemon DVD set from the library but never returned. 5 years ago, I wrote a very embarrassing piece of composition and the teacher read it out to the entire class, I remember myself feeling like committing suicide. 4 years ago, I got into a huge fight with my best guy friend. 3 years ago, I never felt like leaving primary school. 2 years ago, I began a new milestone in my life – secondary school. 1 year ago, I never really understood the blessings of lower secondary before it was already too late. Present day 2013, I am still going through a hectic life with occasional exciting perks that will light me up, and a bunch of awesome friends I can always confide myself in.

I always think the need to reminisce is very important, because it gives you a sense of identity, of who you are.

I realize I’m rather two sided with a very wide variety of personalities

Just felt the need to rant because I honestly think time is going to fast. Like way too fast.

Glad I’m finally waking my blog up from the dead 🙂 I’ll think of more to blog soon.

I think I have like less than 5 blog posts for this year, sorry I know that’s like so pathetic but after EOYs I shall blog more again.
And something is really creeping me out day by day, and something I know that I can no longer hide from because not too long later it’s gonna get me too. Time. Does 2003 seem a very long way back to you? I still remember getting scolded by my K1 teacher because I was licking a serving spoon during lunch time. I still remember I liked Wednesdays the most in kindergarten because for lunch they served rice with potatoes, and Thursdays macaroni. I used to hate Fridays because lunch was bee hoon and I hated plain bee hoon over anything else (I still do) and every single day after lunch I would go to the playground and dive into the sandpit and pretend I was digging a trap so my classmates could fall inside, but of course the depth of the entire sandpit was only like 30cm.
I still remember we had noontime naps and this guy called Simon always took the corner beside the books because he had some medical condition and he needed to have things his way (I wonder how is he now) and I also remember this Keefe guy who always intruded into the principal’s office just to get aircon even though teacher already told him like a gazillion times if he did that again she would slap him hard.
And I remember when someone said “I have a sister in P2!” and everyone would think like how great a deal P2 is and would all look up whenever some primary school kid came back and visited the kindergarten.

And then I stepped into primary school for the first time, such an eye opener especially the size of the building awed me, like I couldn’t believe this entire building was mine to freely wander, and when I first sat at my very first primary 1 desk, damn I felt proud having my own desk even though we were sharing classrooms with the a.m session people.
I remember always wanting to be the good kid, always wanting to be the smart kid. Always wanting to be the sportiest, the most enthusiastic, the best at everything. Basically when I was young, I was a hell of a perfectionist. Don’t know where that trait had lost to along the years because sure as hell I am not a perfectionist now, at least not at everything I do because sometimes I just find the lack of motivation to give a damn for even anything like washing the plates where I would literally throw the plates into the sink and just leave it there for God to clean it up for me. I’m sorry mum.

And to be honest when I was in P2 I thought I would never have the need to take PSLE because I mean 4 years is so far away right?? WRONG.

It’s always good to have dreams, to believe you are the best, to believe in your abilities when you are young, before you grow up a little bit more and realize for every single thing you do, someone is doing it better than you. And no matter how hard you try, someone’s still gonna beat you. And then you realize crying isn’t attracting a lot of sympathy after all, and people start calling you names and giving you nasty looks. Because after all, growing up is a catastrophe nobody likes to experience.

If I were in a normal secondary school, I’d probably start feeling worried because of O levels next year, and final year in secondary school. If I were in any other school apart from RV and Dunman, next year would be the last year I spent in the same school compound again. But just so happens I don’t need to change school compounds at all for sec and JC. And I still feel incredibly lucky for that, because I’m a person who cannot adapt to change very well. And nostalgia hits me like a train.

B division 2014, are you ready? Am I ready for my last year in B division? Am I ready to seize my last season as a secondary school student? No I am not, and as much as I’m hoping for it to come because I love competition periods, I hate it to come because all good things pass by in the blink of an eye.

I’ve met so much people in my entire life, people come and go, do appreciate those who stay. If they say they love you, appreciate it because not everybody will tell you that. Appreciate your close friends who stood by you when the stormiest seasons hit you, and thank your enemies for teaching you how to be a stronger person.

Life’s a battle, are you ready?