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July 03 Raging hormones. xDThis year, my classmates seem to be really hyped about one particular topic : Sexual drives.
Or maybe they've been hyped up about it since dinosaurs roamed the earth, but it just stands out now in frequency. =P That's where the fun of being in a co-ed school really hits you - the guys and girls have no qualms about discussing such issues. =) And don't ask me why I took so long to join in those discussions - I just never felt the urge (pun intended) to find out more until now.
I think I'd better be more honest here. =P In actual fact, conversations revolving around such issues garner the most interest from fellow classmates. The guys will, predictably, make cheeky and oftentimes obnoxious comments, while the girls will roll their eyes and set them straight. When all else fails, we also tend to resort to feminine wiles and mental-image-painting to shut them up. Guys can be so hopelessly driven by primal instincts. xD
The beauty of free periods? Lol.
On better days, members of both genders actually get to learn more about the mysterious ways of the opposite sex.
'You don't understand. We guys are hypersensitive to anything related to sex.'
'Girls get aroused too, but more often because of excessive touching.'
'I don't understand. If you girls have vaginal discharge daily, doesn't that mean you're perpetually wet down there?'
'There are many types of sanitary pads/bras.'
'So what arouses a guy? Say, if a girl touches you here...'
'What do you mean, 'reluctant'? We're only reluctant to stop satisfying our urges.'
And the very famous line : 'Eee, how on earth do/would you know?'
Works every time to send the guys off into fits of nervous chuckles/defensive arguments.
That's just the tip of the iceberg. You can just imagine how attentive, albeit rowdy we all are while learning about contraceptive devices during Biology. An outsider looking in may wonder at our open-ness (some might even consider it perversion), but I actually consider it healthy to learn more about the opposite sex in a natural setting. It's an eye-opening experience.
Kinda makes you wonder if "hiaw" should be redefined, doesn't it? =)
[Author's disclaimer : I am not perverted. I join in those discussions purely for the sake of gaining extra sociological/psychological insight.]
...I mean it. xD July 01 Sand and grass.We made soap during Chem period today.
Reminds me of how grateful Jia Wern is for his soap.
*mutters* He'd better be.
Another random fact : The only reason I eat guava is because of the semboi powder (sour plum powder)that comes with it. It's wonderful how tasteless guava is so I can imagine myself sucking on a sour plum instead. Yummy. I don't know why I have a penchant for sweet and sour flavours. My mouth is watering already at the mention of sour plums. Junk food, my achilles heel. *sigh*
Without the sour plum powder, guava is tasteless as a rock. =P I don't eat rocks, do you? I only eat sand and grass. Yummy. June 30 Good Intentions. =DMy deadline is August 2nd.
I am prepared with a truckload of good intentions as my weaponry against this thing called THE exam. THE EXAM.
Blah, the effect just isn't the same when you're writing it down as opposed to saying it out loud. But that's beside the point. Here are all my good intentions:
Mon - Chem, BM essay, AM3, BK
Tues - Sej, BM essay, AM3, BK
Wed - Phy, BM essay, AM3, BK
Thurs - PM, BM essay, AM3, BK
Fri - BK, AM3
Sat - Bio, BM essay
Sun - BI Lit, BM KOMSAS, BK
...and that's not including the daily dose of homework. [AAAH! I forgot to slot in PJK AND EST!!!! *snickers*]
A blind observer would have noticed that the two most frequently occuring outcomes are BM essay and AM3. Why BM essay, you might ask.
BECAUSE BM WAS THE ONLY B3 I GOT FOR MY SEM EXAM. And when I want something BADLY, I can be ruthless. BM, you watch out, you. AM3, I'm steadily improving in, read : 79 for the last exam, just one mark away from that treasured A1...
But I don't believe I'm actually getting better in it - Instead, I believe that Tiong Ping is getting sweeter and nicer. =P So that means I'm going to choke myself on as much add maths as I can cram down my throat before the next exam, and this time I WANT. AN. A1. Period.
I have marvellous plans to maximize my revision time as well, for instance, memorizing Moral values while washing the dishes. So brilliant, no? *dazzling smile*
*the nerd goes off to do her revision*
For the others who can read between the lines, do pray that my sanity will be kept intact within this one treacherous month. =) June 28 To talk, or not to talk."Sometimes quiet self-assurance gives one the best appearance of credibility."
I said this while talking to an acquaintance yesterday night, and since this is the first time I've ever put it into words, I'm really proud of myself. xD
To cut the crap, that statement has become my latest favourite, replacing the previous few being "You, hiaw", "Funny lah you", "Wherefore art thou, Wei Chern", "Blame Justy" and "That's open to your imagination".
As you can SO CLEARLY see, I've been on a break from my intellectualness. XD So today, I shall attempt to retain whatever's left of my *ahem* dignified countenance and BE SERIOUS. Hence I shall discuss the first statement I made in this entry - Sometimes quiet self-assurance gives one the best appearance of credibility.
After 17 years of talking too much and saying things I later regretted, setting ideals and actually being stupid enough to TELL others about them, I will vouch that silence is indeed golden. I think I was pretty self-opinionated in my younger days, since nobody challenged my views. Well, nobody KNEW my views, so I suppose nobody COULD challenge them, anyway. And I don't suppose most people dwelled upon the same stuff I did, so yeah. *shrugs*
As I grew up, so did my extravertedness and my ability to be vocal about my thoughts. Somehow, though, I found myself respecting those who were discreet about their views, yet stubborn enough to stick by what they believed to be the best way to do things. Quiet self-assurance. Nothing loud or blustery about their opinions; If you called upon them to give their opinion, they would, but hardly ever would they impose their views on others. In contrast, I felt like an empty can that made a lot of noise, and I found myself conforming to other views, so the end result was an image of my being easily swayed. I learnt the hard (and sometimes, embarrassing) way that theories and practical living were two different things altogether.
Nowadays I try to be more open-minded and flexible. After all, not many things are worth arguing about. When I see people taking sides passionately about some issue, I smile wryly to myself as I remember how I used to be so confident of my views. I prefer to be neutral. =) Even if I do have my own views, I try not to voice them unless called upon. What works for me might not work for others.
And I try to talk less now. =P June 23 Realit
is breathtaking
magical,exciting
so they say
it
is resolute
intuitive, beautiful
so they portray
not lies, but
ideals, perhaps
for what i found
was reality
blunt and clumsy
less than
perfect
yet its value
soars
because
what we are
is real June 13 Random HumourBible Knowledge class today was hilarious. XD
Quizzing us is a very good way to make sure we do our revision thoroughly. I found that I knew stuff I didn't know I KNEW! Due to all that intensive studying, of course. =P Nothing ever comes free, but I'm glad my reading comprehension beats the rest of my mnemonic aspects. Add in a few hours of reading over and over again, voila. Impressed upon my heart - at least for the next day. xD
So, anyway, Aunty Geok Ming divided us into two teams, and started giving us marks for correct answers. Zoey sat right behind me, and I think I was super hyper today, so...=P
The few funnay situations:
Question: Remember the healing of the demon-possessed boy after the transfiguration? Describe two other similar incidents.
Zoey : Uh, wait, there's one with the cows...
The whole class : LOL!
May : Hey, you read the wrong bible lah. You read the Quran, right? No pigs bah. xD
Then there was another situation where Zoey answered totally out of the Bible. I said, "Zoey, you wrote that bible, right?"
Zoey's such a good sport that we love laughing at her. =P
Then at the end of the sort-of contest, Aunty Geok Ming asked us to total up the marks. Our group just said, "No need lah, they win liao,", and Esther was the only one counting the marks (she was from the other group). She claimed that they got 31.
May : Esther, add maths. xD
Esther : We got 31.
Aunty GM : Are you SURE? Where got so much?
Esther/Michelle : Got.
May *kepo kepo again* : Esther, probability only. xD
On another note, Ing Thian came up with a fascinating observation, which he revealed to us in the Bio lab after add maths.
Ing Thian : Try saying probability slowly. Pro-babi-lity. Say it slowly in front of a Malay. =P
Talking about probability, my dad was teaching me how to do a question on permutations the other day.
Dad : This question ah, very easy.
5 minutes later : Hmm, not very easy hoh.
15 minutes later : Oh, it's like this. Uhm. Ahm. You know when I'm talking like that, that means I have no idea, right? xD
He finally figured it out 30 minutes later. XD I'm glad my dad is still human! =P June 07 Hmm.Just the other day, Sidney described me in a very unique way.
"You're fluent in Chinese and English, which is very rare. And erm, you can talk intellectually and un-intellectually - you switch back and forth effortlessly. Amazing."
Lol. This is the first time I've heard it put down in words. Oh well, I guess I've always been versatile - people must wonder how I can be bi-polar. =P I still can't say I'm very well-versed in ah lian topics, but hey, I try my best. xD
Anyway, school starts in two days. Will be getting test papers back, but somehow the holiday has numbed the feeling of excitement/trepidation/anxiety. I'm glad. xD I can't believe the test paper I want back the most is my English paper. Never before have I been this cuckoo.
Well, considering the fact that I got the lowest marks for ENGLISH among all other papers during the mid-terms, I guess I have a reason to feel vindictive. =P
I'm not feeling particularly depressed (yet) because this holiday has been a most productive one. Too bad the stuff dreams are made up of possess the temporal, fleeting quality dreams are made up of too.
As I write this, I find myself calculating how much time I have left to cram new knowledge into my head before SPM.
So much for relaxing. =P June 05 Thanks, but no thanks.Sometimes my need to be recognized as self-sufficient and independent gets me into trouble.
Or perhaps "trouble" isn't the right word; rather, it invokes instantly the feeling of indignance when my motives or decisions are questioned. Frankly speaking, I don't like it when people doubt my ability to take care of myself or make carefully thought through decisions. I have made my fair share of mistakes, and I learn quickly from them (except how not to trip over flat ground =P). In fact, I'm so wary of making mistakes that people should just give me a break from advice.
Of course, while saying this, I am also fully aware (I think) that I'm still rather immature and I haven't seen enough of the world to be confident in myself and my choices, hence I'm to some degree, blind to my own spots. =P
But isn't everyone. So there. xD All I'm asking for is trust. I believe - and I have good reasons to - that I make better decisions than most in certain areas, and I really don't see any need for others to be overly worried about my regretting my own decisions. When it comes to big decisions, I count the cost carefully. If I decide in favour of doing something, I almost ceremonially relinquish the right to regret it later. That way, I reduce chances of beating myself up in the event things go wrong. =P Self-preservation first and foremost. Haha.
I have this similar mentality when it comes to tests - once I make up my mind to choose a particular answer, I check it once or twice, and let it be. That way, I'm assured that I did my best and didn't want any other answer. No room for regret. =)
So, it puzzles me to no end why my parents are worried about me. If my performance isn't going down (in fact, it's going up), why should they be concerned about my ability to focus on my studies? As far as I know, I haven't given them any good reason to be worried about me. For the past 17 years of my life, I've been rather independent in my studies and personal life.
You heard me right - if I can help it, I'd rather not ask my dad for help in physics (help in add maths is sadly inevitable). Sometimes I think I'm being unnecessarily gung ho about the whole thing, but there is a sense of satisfaction in accomplishing something on your very own.
I don't like being fussed about. Being the centre of attention can be unnerving when it comes from your parents.
Or maybe I'm just being the I-can-take-care-of-myself-thank-you-but-no-thank-you me who places too high an importance on her independence. *Sigh* Gotta learn how to be a little more humble. =P June 02 Speech! Speech![Author's note: I finally came to terms with the ugliness of the paragraphing. =P Here's my script for the public speaking competition.]
Can You Remember?
A very good morning to the panel of judges, ladies and gentlemen. I’m sure you’ve heard these statements before. “I forgot to do my homework last night!” “Where did I put my keys again?”
These very familiar statements both have one thing in common - memory work. As students, we have probably endured parental lectures that start with “You never remember what I tell you to do” and end with “But you never forget when your friends want to go out with you.” Why is it that we can remember what happened when we were children, but can’t seem to remember that very important phone number? Memory can be a very mysterious subject.
National Geographic magazine once featured an article that had to do with two contrasting individuals, both on opposite ends of the spectrum. One is a 41-year-old woman who remembers almost every single day of her life since age 11. All you have to do is name a date and a year, and she can tell you exactly what happened on that day. Wow. The other is an 85-year-old man who remembers only his most recent thought due to a virus that struck him 15 years ago. The interviewers had to remind him who they were constantly.
Fortunately for us, average people are caught somewhere between these two extremes. There are six types of memories, namely reading comprehension, visual memory, numeric memory, spatial memory, object-oriented memory, and delayed-recall memory. We possess them all in varying degrees. Some people can remember your face, but never your name; some cannot, for the life of them, remember where they put their keys but are exceptionally good at spitting out facts and details from the morning newspaper.
Ever wondered how some people can remember whole plots from books they’ve read a few years ago? These people have an excellent reading comprehension, which is a form of memory that allows you to read a passage and store the general sense of its meaning for later use. As we all know, a powerful reading comprehension is very useful for coping with the Malaysian Education System. History, moral education, physics, biology and chemistry would be a piece of cake!
Moving on, there’s visual memory. People who possess a good visual memory are usually referred to as having a photographic memory. Between remembering faces and names, they tend to remember faces. Personally, I’m better at remembering names than faces.
What about numeric memory? A powerful numeric memory allows you to recall phone numbers, birthdates, and addresses off the top of your head without having to refer to the phonebook. Your friends would probably wonder how you manage to memorize mathematical formulas with such ease.
Your spatial memory helps you in remembering how to get around town, recalling where you've put things, and being able to visualize the layout of a room. People with a good road sense are probably rich in spatial memory.
Object-oriented memory deals with geometrical objects. This type of memory is used in various sports, as well as in everyday activities like packing a tight suitcase or organizing a closet full of various sized objects. People who are good in this type of memory are usually very organized and tidy.
Delayed recall memory allows you to remember short-term information several minutes, hours, days, or even years after first learning it.
So, what creates a good memory? Research indicates that the strength of your memory is dependent on your hereditary genes. Yes, we all know that certain student who never seems to study, but scores a string of straight A’s through mere last minute studying! Emotional content is another important factor in enhancing one’s memory. Maybe we just don’t care as much for Newton and his laws of physics as compared to the death of a loved one. Sometimes we’d rather forget, don’t we?
In conclusion, perhaps, it is forgetting, not remembering, that is the essence of what makes us human. Thank you. June 01 Flying Sand.Sarah came up to me in church today, stuck out her hand and said, "Here's a tribute to the sandfly bites."
I raised an eyebrow.
"Everyone's talking about your sandfly bites."
*shrugs* ...*loses laid-back, nonchalant attitude*
STUPID SANDFLY BITES. I HAVE 60 OF THEM. No more skirts for at least a month. Two or three coats of insect repellent isn't repelling enough when it comes to my tasty blood. Matter of priority, I suppose.
[Just an update to let certain people know I'm not too BUSY with something/someone to update my blog. *Hint : RACH!* =P] May 25 Updates!I used to frequent blogs which weren't as frequently updated as frequently as I frequented them. I also remember thinking, "AiyahwhylikethatoneyoublogmustblogfrequentlysoIhavesomethinginterestingtoreadmah."
And now I suppose mine has turned into one of them unfrequently-updated-blogs too. Quoth Nat: Shame, shame. =P Somehow I just don't find the urge to blog even though it's at this point of my life that life is happening. There are so many things I can blog about, but I'm just too unmotivated. I'm also consciously trying to detach myself from the love of blogging - hey, it's for my own good! xD Must study! SPM!
Ah, who cares about SPM when you've just finished an exam. Someone please kick me out of this lazy rut. xD
Oh, and that's outdated news too - my exam finished a week ago. See what I mean about being too lazy to blog? =P
ANYWAY. Enough about me. I'm just here to announce that I'll be away at camp for four days and three nights, battling vicious sandflies and an unpredictable water supply (!). I mean what I said about the water supply. Last year us kind-hearted people who were waiting our turn outside the bathroom had to fill up containers of water from the sink for the people taking their baths because the water supply was suddenly cut off. =P Low water pressure OR something. Hantu,anyone? xD
But I'm not complaining. The water supply is the least of my concerns. The sandflies are my worst enemies. I know it's all Christian-like to love your enemies, but when it comes to sandflies.... I'm sure the sandflies love me, but I'm not sure I reciprocate that feeling.
Sorry to break your hearts, buddies. The feeling just isn't mutual.
Oh, and a big thank you to everyone who's made today special for me. I love you guys. Although sometimes I feel I don't deserve THAT much love from you guys. Really. *Limited edition hugs, anyone?*
What's today?
Nothing big lah. Just my birthday. =P May 20 It's May!I may not be the most outgoing of people, but I don't mind meeting new friends, especially at competitions - the day seems shorter when you have others to talk to. xD
Anyway, one of the things that amuse me most :
May: And you are...?
XX : XX.
May: From which school? What form are you in?
XX : ------. You?
May : I'm May. I'm from SMKJA, form 5 this year. Guess when's my birthday. xD
XX : *a little puzzled, but guesses anyway. 70% of the time they guess it wrong.*
May : What's my name again?
XX : OOH, MAY!
*Shrugs*
7 times out of 10, people don't get the fact that I'm named after a month, and my birthday falls within that month, so it's only LOGICAL that I'm named after that month. Dunnoe why it's such an easy fact to overlook. =P
Get a life lah you, May. xD May 18 My Final Shot at Public SpeakingSo there I was, planning to blog about my public speaking competition after the exam, but one thing lead to another and everyone knows how good intentions so easily give way to procrastination...
Point is, Samantha beat me to it, so you guys can go view it at My Thoughts, Your Blah. =P She's covered it in enough detail (and with PICTURES too!), so I guess all I'll do here is cover a few incidents briefly.
Like my proposal to Jonathan. Twice.
[Charissa, Jonathan, Emmeline, another girl (I forgot her name, sorry) and I were sitting in the library during quarantine time yakking away. So we yakked and yakked....and then suddenly...]
Jonathan : Can I say something, please? I'm NERVOUS!
May : I like you. You're the most honest among us. Will you marry me?
Poor guy got the scare of his life. XD Or maybe not. I am so mean. =P I can't remember the second time I proposed, but when I did, Emmeline couldn't stand being the "light bulb" sitting between us, and offered her seat to me. Which I politely declined, knowing how terrified Jonathan must have been by then. Lol. See? I'm nice. =P
Anyway, that's beside the whole point. You guys probably just want to know the results anyway. =P
But before that *cue to groan*, I must start from the beginning - the part where I woke up with severe gastritis as a result of being overstressed. Praise God, the pain left as soon as I downed a carbon tablet. But that wasn't the end of it. I could barely SPEAK without clearing my throat/coughing. On the way to SM Teknik, I chatted with Pn Ng, and my voice was so bad that it was positively embarrassing. I think I know what guys go through when their voices break now.
Moving on, I was lucky number thirteen on the list to speak. XD The ironic thing was, I did fine, my voice was fine when my turn came and I had a lot of fun onstage - ah, the advantages of writing your own script on a subject you love. God is full of grace. =D
And no, that subject wasn't physics. =P Predictably, I did an informative piece on something to do with psychology (only I don't think anything can beat last year's script) - Memory. Yeah, yeah, a very May topic. =P I might post it up here someday, but for now, I still think it's better heard than seen. The paragraphing isn't pleasing to the eye, but it served its purpose.
Okay lah, I can be very fussy. =P
Anyway, for the impromptu, I didn't flop as badly as last year - which, if you remember, dealt with monetary issues. This year's topic was a little weird, I'll admit that, but I told a story anyway. And credit goes to JIA WERN for inspiring the memory of that story! See, he wrote Silence, a poem on chaos and inner peace recently, and it sparked the memory of a story of a king who...anyway, the point is, funny how he can help people even when he's a few million miles away in the Land of the Free. =P
And I realized I can't shape proper sentences verbally if I don't write them down in full first. What came out was something like "Noun...proper sentence containing noun" and "Verb...Proper sentence containing verb". Hardly smooth, in my opinion, but my teacher said I did just fine. *Shrugs*
And the results? Find out more at Samantha's blog. =P May 14 Where is the love?Humans never fail to puzzle me. Human bloggers, particularly.
One alarming issue on the increase is the blogging of one's significant other. (No, I'm not talking about you, you or...you. =P) Or more to the point, how people can write about the PROBLEMS in their relationships for the whole world to keep up with. When everything is smooth-sailing, I suppose mush is acceptable, albeit slightly cringe-inducing. xD
Sure, a blog is an online diary/journal, but come on lah - you mean to say your gf/bf isn't a reader of your blog? If that is so, it certainly raises some questions as to how well your gf/bf knows you. The world nowadays has been reduced to the size of a pc - nope, not a personal computer, more like a portable computer - and a wireless connection; it's just in-credible that your gf/bf doesn't online. And if he/she onlines and reads your blog - I think you're just looking for trouble.
ANYWAY. Whether or not he/she onlines is not the main issue here. The main issue here is what is the rationale behind announcing to everyone that your relationship is on rocky ground or on stormy seas or on a desert plain...like it's our business to know. In my opinion, such sensitive issues are to be dealt with and settled personally, ie you and your gf/bf, a coffee shop, sms, whatever, get the idea? I mean, how would you feel if you found out your gf/bf had been blogging about all the nasty aspects of your relationship? To me, that's tantamount to gossiping AND backstabbing. Where exists the trust and friendship that should always take the higher priority? Open-ness and communication is the key to building any close relationship.
Or, from a different perspective, it could be an ingenious method to hint that you want a break-up, and you don't want to make the first move, hence you're hoping he/she gets the not-so-subtle signals and puts an end to the whole relationship.
...I have nothing to say about that.
[ Author's note : the pronoun (you) used does not refer to anyone in particular. It was just for the sake of writing smoother sentences. =P ] May 08 Paranoia.i am not overstressed i am not overstressed i am not overstressed i am not overstressed i am not overstressed.
This is bad. For the first time in my entire melodramatic life I feel like I'd rather die than go through this exam. And I don't even know why I'm so paranoid this time.
Maybe I should blame it on Tiong Ping's red scribbles all over my add maths exercise book. I'm sure she couldn't stand the sight of all those careless and couldn't-care-less mistakes I made. I'm even willing to bet she was only a few (white) hairs short of ripping apart that chaotic add maths book. Bottom line is, I'd rather mop the kitchen floor ten times over if in doing so, I could be spared that add maths test. =(
I'm so tired I can't study for chem, I'm nervy that I'll flunk my physics this time, I can't ease that knot in my stomach. Let's not mention Bio first. I prefer to be optimistic about Bio. Congratulations, May. At least you made ONE attempt to be optimistic with your type of circumstances. Have I ever told you what a joy you are? May 01 Significant Insignificance.It's nice to be reminded every now and again how insignificant we really are. I guess we all need reminders,what with all the secular humanism we hear day in day out convincing us that we are the centre of the universe (pardon the pun). If Earth is smaller than a speck of dust floating in our galaxy, which in turn is smaller than a speck of dust floating in the universe, then I guess we're not very big after all.
Understatement. xD
Anyway, the point is, I feel happy to be so insignificant. The fact that I'm so insignificant can only mean that my problems are EVEN more insignificant. WAHAHAHA. Hear that, problems? YOU CAN NEVER BE BIGGER THAN YOUR FIVE FOOT PLUS HOST. YOUR FIVE FOOT PLUS HOST IS ALREADY VERY SMALL, YOU KNOW? BOOOOOO. =P I'm also reminded of what Amy said to me a few years back : It's not as if people are going to remember your purata or what placing you got in school when you grow up. So why bother to study so hard and let life pass you by?
Very true hoh. I mean, I myself can't even remember the average I got in Form 1. xD I am so insignificant, which means my average is even more insignificant, and that also implies SPM is not so significant after all. I can't help grinning because I am insignificant. All it takes is just a paradigm shift. The fact that I am insignificant also carries with it the huge weight of the corresponding fact that I am a receiver of astronomical grace. If God - who CREATED the universe and measures it in the span of His hand - would care for ME (who, if you remember, is the insignificant five foot plus creature who doesn't really deserve capital letters in the self-referential pronoun, but whatever...), I have no good reason to not be filled with joy and awestruck gratefulness, unless I'm just asking for a whack on the head.
*Whacks self on head. Ouch. You deserved that, and don't yelp or I'll give you something to yelp about. Glares.*
Indescribable - Chris Tomlin
From the highest of heights to the depths of the sea
Creation's revealing Your majesty From the colors of fall to the fragrance of spring Every creature unique in the song that it sings All exclaiming Indescribable, uncontainable, You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name. You are amazing God All powerful, untamable, Awestruck we fall to our knees as we humbly proclaim You are amazing God Who has told every lightning bolt where it should go Or seen heavenly storehouses laden with snow Who imagined the sun and gives source to its light Yet conceals it to bring us the coolness of night None can fathom Indescribable, uncontainable, You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name You are amazing, God All powerful, untamable, Awestruck we fall to our knees as we humbly proclaim You are amazing, God You are amazing, God Indescribable, uncontainable, You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name. You are amazing, God All powerful, untamable, Awestruck we fall to our knees as we humbly proclaim You are amazing, God Indescribable, uncontainable, You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name. You are amazing, God NCOMPARABLE, unchangeable You see the depths of my heart and You love me the same You are amazing, God You are amazing, God You are amazing, God. You are. April 28 Not in my wildest dreams.I'm not getting enough sleep, and I have very good reasons for my claim.
You tell me how I'm supposed to get enough sleep with my mum getting mad at me TWICE, physics paper being on the next day and my revision being sadly incomplete, my brother coming out and telling me he is gay, and my public speaking competition being held on the very next day even though I'm totally unprepared.
Before you go all !!!!, they were nightmares. That's why I haven't been getting enough sleep lately. =P No, RAY IS NOT GAY. Too bad for all you paparazzi.
Nightmares. Brrrrh. And the last one about public speaking? I had a recurrence of that dream last night, and it left me with a splitting headache this morning. It's a great relief to wake up and realize that it's just a nightmare, but then that relief sorta dissipates after you realize that you're awake, and if you're anything like me, the probability that you're going to go back to sleep beyond the alpha stage is about , say, nil.
I'm not trying to be ungrateful. XD
I don't think I'd like to know how Freud would interpret my dreams. But it's weird that I seem to be showing symptoms of being over-stressed. I mean, thinking about physics even in my subconscious?! Maybe I am over-stressed. Quoth Ing Thian : The way you study, you make me look very free.
Blah, and my public speaking competition is coming up right in the middle of exams. Good thing the subject I'll be replacing is English. =P
I'm on a one-way street to Nerd-dom. Oh, I forgot - I'm already the Queen of Nerd-dom. *SIGH*
And Ray is perfectly straight. Just in case you missed that statement the first time round. xP April 21 SomedaySomeday, I say,
someday
The longing
resonating
my heart
quietly aching
If only someday
came today.
Someday, you say,
someday
We'll realize
white-washed hopes and painted dreams
of dancing in the rain,
sunshine and ice-cream,
the warmth of gold and purple hues
splashing across the sunset.
But we both know
Someday
remains someday
not tomorrow, not today
With wistful smiles
and wishful hearts
We'll trace promises in sand
and say
someday
Maybe someday. April 16 I'm studying. Really. =PI was studying my Biology today when I came across this. Okay, I really CAME ACROSS this. My itchy fingers decided to take a rifle through the pages. =P
22. What is permenstrual syndrome (PMS)?
Answer:
-Premenstrual syndrome (PMS) is a group of symptoms linked to the menstrual cycle. It is a combination of psychological, and mood disturbances that occurs after a woman's ovulation and normally ends with the onset of her menstrual flow.
-PMS can affect menstruating women of any age. It is different for each woman. About 80% of women experience some features of PMS. The causes of PMS are not clear. It is linked to the changing hormones during the menstrual cycle. However, the intensity varies. In some cases it can be so severe that domestic and work harmony is threatened. (Read : Some women become such bitches that living with them is impossible both in the home and at work.)
-PMS leads to disruptive emotional and physical symptoms such as acne, feeling tired, having trouble sleeping, upset stomach, bloating, constipation, or diarrhea, headache or backache, breast swelling and tenderness, appetite changes, joint or muscle pain, trouble concentrating or remembering, tension, irritability, mood swings, or crying spells and anxiety or depression.
Check. Check. Check. C...Read between the lines. =P
Man, that sounds like being pregnant even to me. On another note, GUYS! Be thankful you don't have PMS! And we girls don't ask for much....just understand us. LOL.
Okay, I know I just demanded for the moon. XD April 14 PessimismI wonder how far I can push you all.
I wonder what your breaking point is.
I wonder if you'll hate me by the end of this competition.
I wonder if the motivation exists.
I wonder if I have the ability to salvage anything.
I wonder if it's too late, if the script's too lame anyway, if the script's too short anyway. (Not even a solid basic foundation. *sigh*)
I'm sick. =P (just for some sympathy votes)
My exam's in two miserable weeks, and I'm getting depressed already.
With all the "anyways" swimming through my mind, I wonder if it's worth it.
I don't think I have a choice anyway. I have to do what's right. =(
P.s Do you know who you're competing against? Some more cold water. Brrr. | |||||||||||||