I have failed countless times to update this blog, and I have a feeling no one really reads anymore. However, since this was where I started writing it always feels most comforting to return to write short bit about my life here

I was browsing today this article where a number of individuals had submitted pictures or scans of their teenage diaries. I have hardly graduated out of teenhood myself; once a very interesting character told me that you don't truly stop being a teen until you've passed 25 years of age. Sometimes not even then. Yet I can't help but look at (the now hidden) entries that used to chronicle my life in secondary school and then in junior college. I was a very different person then, and yet, not so.

As I write this now, I am waiting for myself to fall asleep, for the memories in my head to die down so I may just tumble into a nice dreamless sleep.

Yet sleep evades me, as it naturally does when you need to wake mere hours later for the most important task of school. It feels so new all over again, because people just come and go and come back again.

But enough of my rambling, I should really try to at least close my eyes and lay down, and hope that eventually sleep will take me.

To all those people who left my life, I miss you. You know who you are

<3 M

maanantaina, heinäkuuta 04, 2005

the end

*breathes*

i feel so liberated from my self imposed pressure. its the end. after all the mugging and slogging i'm free from the mid years. and i can finally BREATHE. and then go back to more mugging and slogging for the promos. i can feel them coming, but i shall ignore that and concentrate on things that need attention first. like pw. i'd say examinations is the lesser of the 2 evils, but have to concentrate on pw also. its called being left no other choice.

vanessa, nurc, rad, justin, ah long (andy) and i went over to mr rolls royce's (ewis) house for a movie marathon on thursday (aft goth paper). so it wasn't really a movie marathon, or we would have had to camp there to finish, but we managed to watch mr and mrs smith, thanks to ah long. and yes, there was the background laughing and clapping, as well as the effects of a camera man with shaky hands, AND very interesting english subtitles which sounded as if Nancy Lam came up with them. but it made the experience merrier and we laughed like we didn't laugh before examinations.

my verdict on the examinations themselves. i think i've screwed up totally, and if there is any more room for screwing up then i'll be very surprised.

1. geography : the nightmare paper. sediment cells came out and i was very very hazy on that one. so you can imagine what happened. i managed to write something, and i pray that i scrape through. whatever. i know that i'm prepared to slog more for geog now. darn.

2. econs. having spent almost my entire hols cramming for econs, i did manage to write alot. problem is, i didn't have time to finish. i wonder how that will work out. i finished the MCQ, though i found many parts tricky, and i hardly finished the DRQ. see how it goes, i hope my cramming for it has payed off.

3. literature. paper 1 was ok, i guess. i'm not sure if i drew enough attention to the language used in the text, cos the question asked specifically for that, but i did discuss that. paper 4 (goth) was ok since Frankenstein came out, i didn't really get where to apply the gothic conventions, but i somehow got them into my essay anyways. paper 8 was better than i expected, though my class said that it was terrible. anyways, i think i felt that way because of the senior's help for paper 8(joel and jun yang) especially jun yang's last minute coaching on slims and specs and him explaining to me how to write the essay. he even gave me some of his notes, which helped me tremendously. thank you very much to the both of you. *beams* i really appreciate the help, since i really needed it.

so thats what i survived last week, been rough at some points, but i hope that i get sympathy marks and manage to scrape through, even though i know for sure that i'm dead. to err is human, but to forgive, well...it isn't exactly the college tutor's policy to do that.

but the exam period has let me know a little more about my class. for one i know they always talk about other things outside the exam hall aka slaughter house, never about the subject that they are sitting for. i also know that they are fond of sitting down somewhere to cram, but eventually end up not cramming. and i know that they are kind enough to call someone before we have to enter the exam hall if they haven't reached school or aren't anywhere in sight yet. and the things they say...

"no i can't learn the cheer, its too long for me to remember" vanessa, about the bimbo cheer

"i don't know what colour. orange? where got pink? come on" alan, when asked what colour his ice kachang was.

"eh, what's the format for lit paper 4 ar? you roughly confirm got one context question or not?" muhadher, just before the paper.

"i feel so uncanny," ah long, on watching gay anime

its contextual humour and those who weren't there won't get it, but i type for the sake of typing. ok lar, i don't have enough space. but the exam week was fun, though i thought it wouldn't be. i doubt it would be so with other classmates.

the mambo jambo is hardly one. sigh. toodles~

marlz

maanantaina, heinäkuuta 04, 2005

the end

7/04/2005 01:46:00 ap.

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