Went for ice skating yesterday, despite having geog paper 2 today. (which was horrible, really, since industrialisation came out with development and I didn't study industrialisation LOOOOL gg) In any case, it was extreeemely fun, and I thank Gabby Gabby Gabby for teaching me the Fundamentals Of Ice Skating so I could at least move. :)

Haven't got much to write about ice skating except that I was feeling a bit guilty wasting my time going in circles for 2 hours (literally) instead of studying/ mugging for geog. (which I might not have been doing had I went home instead)

Well, whatever, w/e. I just want to remember a quote "conversation" for the day which I'll post here:
-Luke, Me, Ben, Dom standing in a line in that order-
(Sorry dom, but I got to say this) Everyone seems to fall when they lose control going too fast or at least when moving. Dom has this epic ability. It's 'Falling While Standing Still'. HAHAHA
So we were just standing there, when suddenly:
Dom: Woah (loses balance and falls)
Me: LOL
Luke: BEN?! ARE YOU OKAY??
Ben: That's dom.

AHAHAA damn stupid okay soz that was quite short. HAHAHAHA




Gab, me, ben, luke, dom, charlston, ivan.

my awesome jankenpon family with luke penguin :D
And GABBY YAYYY
And charlston and ivan (IN A SWEATER! LOLOLOL) who popped in...

.. LOL

I knew, right from the start. The complacency due to belittling the 'O's cause everyone said, It's just 'O's.The teachers all saying, 'You'll be competing with the whole of Singapore, although the best are in, the worst are, too.'
But what if I'm part of the 'worst' and I don't study hard?

I knew, right from the start, that I would regret at the end that I put in only minimal effort. But I'm starting to regret it now already. I know I didn't study as hard as I did for my prelims. Reality strikes, and I know why I did as I did.

BECAUSE, it was 'O's. Is it ironic? There's so much conflict within, and the fear is overwhelming; the paper's in 7 and a half hours.

It's like going for a war, with an army I've lost to before, without any weapons.

See you guys next year!

A song that bring tears to my eyes for no particular reason. Will try to get the sheet music soon (anyone care to share if they do have it? :)) or just figure it out.

It's finally here, lol...

4 years of learning, for one exam. Half a year of papers, for one exam. How nonsensical... Even piano, practising so long, so many hours, just for a sheet of paper.

Then again, for piano, there were some joys in practising because there was this feeling of happiness everytime I could play a song I like, the way I like it. Studies are so... fun.

Yeah, sure.


Goodness, it's draining life out of me even before it has started. =_=

I realised that every person that's taking Os this year and has a blog has been posting about O level preparation, what they intend to do after the O levels, O level practicals and, O Levels in general. And I haven't.


LOL!



Ok, so here goes. OH NOES! Os are here!


Can't wait for it to be over lol.

You are Special, by Max Lucado. Believe me, take some time to read it.

The Wemmicks were small wooden people. Each of the wooden people was carved by a woodworker named Eli. His workshop sat on a hill overlooking their village. Every Wemmick was different. Some had big noses, others had large eyes. Some were tall and others were short. Some wore hats, others wore coats. But all were made by the same carver and all lived in the village. And all day, every day, the Wemmicks did the same thing: They gave each other stickers. Each Wemmick had a box of golden star stickers and a box of gray dot stickers. Up and down the streets all over the city, people could be seen sticking stars or dots on one another.

The pretty ones, those with smooth wood and fine paint, always got stars. But if the wood was rough or the paint chipped, the Wemmicks gave dots. The talented ones got stars, too. Some could lift big sticks high above their heads or jump over tall boxes. Still others knew big words or could sing very pretty songs. Everyone gave them stars. Some Wemmicks had stars all over them! Every time they got a star it made them feel so good that they did something else and got another star. Others, though, could do little. They got dots.

Punchinello was one of these. He tried to jump high like the others, but he always fell. And when he fell, the others would gather around and give him dots. Sometimes when he fell, it would scar his wood, so the people would give him more dots. He would try to explain why he fell and say something silly, and the Wemmicks would give him more dots. After a while he had so many dots that he didn't want to go outside. He was afraid he would do something dumb such as forget his hat or step in the water, and then people would give him another dot. In fact, he had so many gray dots that some people would come up and give him one without reason. "He deserves lots of dots," the wooden people would agree with one another. "He's not a good wooden person."

After a while Punchinello believed them. "I'm not a good Wemmick," he would say. The few times he went outside, he hung around other Wemmicks who had a lot of dots. He felt better around them.

One day he met a Wemmick who was unlike any he'd ever met. She had no dots or stars. She was just wooden. Her name was Lucia. It wasn't that people didn't try to give her stickers; it's just that the stickers didn't stick. Some admired Lucia for having no dots, so they would run up and give her a star. But it would fall off. Some would look down on her for having no stars, so they would give her a dot. But it wouldn't stay either. 'That's the way I want to be,'thought Punchinello. 'I don't want anyone's marks.' So he asked the stickerless Wemmick how she did it. "It's easy," Lucia replied. "every day I go see Eli."

"Eli?"

"Yes, Eli. The woodcarver. I sit in the workshop with him."

"Why?"

"Why don't you find out for yourself? Go up the hill. He's there."

And with that the Wemmick with no marks turned and skipped away. "But he won't want to see me!" Punchinello cried out. Lucia didn't hear.

So Punchinello went home. He sat near a window and watched the wooden people as they scurried around giving each other stars and dots.

"It's not right," he muttered to himself. And he resolved to go see Eli. He walked up the narrow path to the top of the hill and stepped into the big shop. His wooden eyes widened at the size of everything. The stool was as tall as he was. He had to stretch on his tiptoes to see the top of the workbench. A hammer was as long as his arm. Punchinello swallowed hard. "I'm not staying here!" and he turned to leave. Then he heard his name.

"Punchinello?" The voice was deep and strong. Punchinello stopped. "Punchinello! How good to see you. Come and let me have a look at you." Punchinello turned slowly and looked at the large bearded craftsman.

"You know my name?" the little Wemmick asked.

"Of course I do. I made you." Eli stooped down and picked him up and set him on the bench.

"Hmm," the maker spoke thoughtfully as he inspected the gray circles. "Looks like you've been given some bad marks."

"I didn't mean to, Eli. I really tried hard."

"Oh, you don't have to defend yourself to me, child. I don't care what the other Wemmicks think."

"You don't?"

"No, and you shouldn't either. Who are they to give stars or dots? They're Wemmicks just like you. What they think doesn't matter, Punchinello. All that matters is what I think. And I think you are pretty special."

Punchinello laughed. "Me, special? Why? I can't walk fast. I can't jump. My paint is peeling. Why do I matter to you?"

Eli looked at Punchinello, put his hands on those small wooden shoulders, and spoke very slowly. "Because you're mine. That's why you matter to me."

Punchinello had never had anyone look at him like this--much less his maker. He didn't know what to say.

"Every day I've been hoping you'd come," Eli explained.

"I came because I met someone who had no marks."

"I know. She told me about you."

"Why don't the stickers stay on her?"

"Because she has decided that what I think is more important than what they think. The stickers only stick if you let them."

"What?"

"The stickers only stick if they matter to you. The more you trust my love, the less you care about the stickers."

"I'm not sure I understand."

"You will, but it will take time. You've got a lot of marks. For now, just come to see me every day and let me remind you how much I care." Eli lifted Punchinello off the bench and set him on the ground. "Remember," Eli said as the Wemmick walked out the door. "You are special because I made you. And I don't make mistakes."

Punchinello didn't stop, but in his heart he thought, "I think he really means it."

And when he did, a dot fell to the ground.

Sorry, outburst of emotions. Ben, dom, domokun, skye, sarah, elizabeth, ardella, reuben. Thank you for your concern. I'm okay.


"Don't worry, cheer up, cause God is with you. No matter how many times you wrong Him. If you turn back to Him, He'll receive you again with love and shower you with blessings. Remember what we learnt today."


I will. I don't regret... Going.

"Do you not know?
Have you not heard?
The Lord is the everlasting God.
The Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary,
and His understanding no one can fathom.

He gives strength to the weary
and increases the power of the weak.
Even youths grow tired or weary,
and young men stumble and fall;
but those who hope in the Lord
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint."

Post 678.

Oh goodness, I seem to have no control over myself these days.
Randomly ranting to random people;
Rambling on and on;
Laughing madly;
Going crazy;
Prefering to stay silent;

And falling for you like oh my goodness how many little stones are there hindering my path to make me keep falling for you over and over again. Minimising contact to forget you, falling for you the minute I start talking to you again. Reading up on past times, reminiscing... Oh my goodness jo, this isn't the right time, really. What am I doing... Is this even liking someone, to the point of obsession? I really don't think so. Smiling at every word that comes from you -- I feel like an idiot really. Sometimes I don't even know what you're thinking, or how you're really feeling. I don't know how I've made you upset. Sometimes what I do... makes you think I do it for a reason I don't even know of. I'm so... @_@-ed when it comes to communicating with you I just admire you so much it becomes a 'like'. I know you don't feel the same and won't ever feel the same so I'm trying to give up but pathetic as I am, I just can't let go of this stupid feeling. Stupid puberty.

See, I just rambled.


And I just rolled my eyes at myself. Oh my goodness what's going on with me. My head's spinning and my eyes are aching cause it's so late and I wasn't addressed by name so I'm sad cum emo cum confused LOL Omg how nonsensical good night world.

Bye, 4A2.

Finished Skibi TD for the first time today! WOOOT LOL
Teammates were: dom, ben & wenjun.

Screenshots for memory's sake!

1. Jun's awesome, unique, unconventional and artistic maze...

... in action.
The epic fail minigame LOL
The stupid wave with evasion ROFL super fail
AND THEN THE FINAL WAVE COMES AND WIPES OUT MY WHOLE "ARMY" D:
... Wiping out Jun's...
Then we all come together to dom & ben's imba base (ONLY BECAUSE JUN & I GAVE THEM AT LEAST 2-3K $$ K!)
GASP! It dies!
:DDDDDD

HAHAHAHA I feel accomplished.

Woooot my new chainsong!



(Y) Epic weeeeen!

P.S. Happy birthday plo duck mummy!